A/N: READ THIS PLEASE!

Okay, a few things I need to say. 1) Yeah, doctors probably don't do full check things like that and especially not with another person in the room, but I'm not a doctor or anything and this is (obviously) all fiction, so in this world they can. 2) Kudos to Shannon Jethro Gibbs Snape and HannahlovinCM for guessing who the doctor was! :D (Barney's doppelganger from How I Met Your Mother)

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter! :D

Dr. Stengel led an annoyed Gibbs out into the hallway. The young doctor was very curious about this patient and Agent Gibbs' relationship. Agent Gibbs had said that he was the younger man's boss but his care for Agent DiNozzo seemed to stem more from that of a father to his son than from a boss to his subordinate. Dr. Stengel smiled slightly at the expressionless man in front of him. He quickly filled him in on the proper care needed for Agent DiNozzo, although Gibbs seemed to know the procedures far too well already. They nodded in parting and he left in search of a nurse to tend to his patient before he left.

In his peripheral vision, he caught sight of Gibbs back in DiNozzo's room and the two seemed to be at a stalemate, glaring at each other silently. Dr. Stengel shook his head as he made his way to the nurse's station.

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Tony was pissed. Why the hell had Gibbs stayed anyway? He wasn't stupid enough to try to escape…again…Okay, well maybe he was. But couldn't his boss have a little more faith in him? Tony sighed angrily as he saw his boss right outside the exam room's door, take a glance back at him. He always felt uncomfortable when people talked about him when he wasn't in the room;when people leave the room just to talk about you, it usually means they're not saying anything nice. Tony knew in this case they were talking about him in a neutral way, but he didn't really care. It still felt rude.

Tony's hand subconsciously drifted back to his left side, hovering directly over the star-shaped scar that marred his skin. He remembered the first time Jeanne had seen the scar…

They were lying in bed together. Jeanne had gently draped her right arm across Tony's bare chest and let it rest on his left hip. Upon feeling the rough, scar tissue, Jeanne had sat up and leaned over to get a better look at it.

Tony had panicked slightly but knew the importance of the mission and kept his memories and emotions at bay, pretending not to have noticed her obvious staring.

"Tony, what's this scar from?" Jeanne asked, curiosity and concern coloring her tone.

Tony was a seasoned agent and an even better liar. He also was a master at deflection.

"Funny story, really. I was eleven years old and I had this giant tree in my backyard that I loved to climb like every day. Oh! I remember this one time I even climbed to the very top branch of the tree and just sat up there for hours. It had a beautiful view of the sunrise. When my dad found me there, he told me to come down. Being a child, though, I had refused to leave my favorite tree. So he called the fire department! I had to literally be carried out of the tree. Guess I got my stubbornness from my dad. Oh did I tell you about that one time…"

He had gone on to make up some funny, believable story for an average father and son. She had never questioned the scar again. She had either just ignored it or forgot about it. They always did.

At the sound of someone clearing their throat, Tony's head shot up, causing a ripple of pain to course through his skull. He failed to hide his wince as he looked up to see Gibbs standing in the doorway. The older man looked normal but Tony, having known the older man for years, could detect the thin layer of concern in his boss' icy blue eyes.

Tony smiled as he hopped off the examination bed he had been sitting on. He wavered slightly as he was overcome with a wave of dizziness but quickly recovered and joined his boss in the doorway.

"We all ready to go, boss?" Tony grinned, looking eager to be out of the hospital.

"Let's go," Gibbs said before turning around and setting off at his usual fast pace for the exit.

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The drive to Gibbs' house was awkward. Really awkward. It wasn't just what passes for awkward these days, but the definition of awkward. Tony felt like slamming his head into the window or the dashboard. Finally a thought occurred to him. Abby didn't know how he was doing. He pulled out his cell phone and quickly typed a message, keeping his phone in his pocket the entire time.

To Abby

Tony: Hey. Leavin' hospital am fine.

A few seconds later Tony's phone vibrated almost silently and he poked the phone out of his pocket an inch so he could read it, before sliding it back in to reply.

Abby: Good. Gibbs pissed at you?

Tony: Hell yeah

Abby: That sucks. Maybe I can come over later to cheer both of you up.

Tony: Sounds great. You're my savior. 3

Abby: Awww…Tony you're too sweet. ;')

Halfway through his next message, Tony was stopped by the sound of Gibbs' voice.

"What does a 'less than sign' and a three mean?"

Tony jumped slightly and found his boss' face inches from his own, hovering over his left shoulder. He looked in front of himself and saw that they were at a red light; he blushed slightly at being caught.

"It's a…heart, boss. You really need to learn how to 'speak text'. It would do you a world of good." Tony tried to steer the conversation away from him texting Abby and to his boss' inability to stay with the latest technology.

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Gibbs rolled his eyes as he drove the car when the light turned green. He could sense a deflection, even as small as that one, very easily. He'll admit that Tony used this method with him a lot, but he was getting better at learning to see through the diversions and stop them before he got distracted on the new topic Tony brought up. He also had to admit, however, that Tony was probably the best at deflecting than anyone Gibbs had ever seen. He was impressed yet annoyed about it at the same time. At times like these, though – he was annoyed. He decided that interrogating Tony could wait until morning, though. Tony seemed too tired to do much of anything, anyway.

When they pulled up to Gibbs' house, they both exited the car and Gibbs opened the front door for Tony who muttered something that sounded like, "I have a concussion, I'm not an invalid." But Gibbs simply rolled his eyes, he was doing something nice for his senior field agent, and he was annoyed by it. Figures. He resisted the urge to head-slap Tony, wary of his concussion. Gibbs told Tony that he should go to sleep and that he could have the guest room; then he headed down the stairs and into his beloved basement.

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He needed to figure out what he was going to say for his interrogation tomorrow. He was a direct kind of guy, so maybe he could just ask if it was his father. He didn't want to seem insensitive, though, regardless of popular belief. He wanted Tony to tell him what had happened, but he also didn't want to force anything out of him. Gibbs sat at his workbench absent-mindedly pouring some bourbon into one of the jars on the table.

The last thing Gibbs wanted to do was to drive Tony away; to say something that caused Tony to shut him out completely or to say something that made Tony close up and deflect and lie his way around Gibbs' questions. He didn't want to alienate the younger man;he honestly just wanted to help. Gibbs knew first-handthe dangers of keeping traumatic events locked-up. He knew how it could damage someone so much, that they change almost completely. He didn't want Tony to change. Not at all.

A/N: Okay, I'm trying to write longer chapters and all, but it's hard okay! DX

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