First I just want to say this: the characters in this story are OOC. If this irritates you, do not read. Simple as that. I agree Tony is extremely out of character, with his emotions all crazy and everything - but there is a purpose for this. This story is far from over and Tony's behavior WILL be explained. Still, this story is a little fluffy. Don't like, don't read. Simple.

Gibbs was pacing the Bethesda hospital waiting room. It had been an hour or so since Tony had arrived by ambulance. Ducky was sitting in the chair watching his friend pace back and forth. Ducky thought back to the phone conversation he had had with Jethro:

"Duck." The voice on the other end was calm, like usual, but Ducky sensed the panic in it.

"Jethro, to what do I owe this phone call? Not a case hopefully, this early-"

"Tony's in the hospital." Ducky sighed heavily.

"Oh dear. What trouble has young Anthony gotten himself into now?" When Gibbs did not reply, Ducky added, "I'll be there soon." There was another short silence, but before Gibbs could hang up Ducky asked, "Will he be okay, Jethro?"

Gibbs exhaled loudly. "I hope so, Duck."

And the call was disconnected.

Ducky still did not know what was wrong with Tony. A doctor had yet to come and inform them of Tony's situation and Gibbs was less than forthcoming with answers. In fact, he hadn't said a word other than the curses he directed to the staff.

"Jethro, what did happen to the dear boy?"

Gibbs stopped pacing and looked at Ducky. "I don't know," he sighed.

"Oh?"

"He just collapsed."

Ducky immediately went into doctor mode. "Did he lose consciousness?"

"Well he sure as hell didn't seem to awake when he fell to my kitchen floor!" Ducky looked at his friend without commenting.

"Ducky…"

"I know, Jethro." Ducky knew Gibbs was worried and didn't mean to snap at him. Rather than press for answers, Ducky decided to let Gibbs talk when he had calmed down a little.

A half hour or so later, Gibbs quit walking the waiting room area back and forth and sat down in the chair beside Ducky. He exhaled heavily and leaned his head back to stare at the ceiling. Ducky decided this was as good a time as any to attempt to get the full story.

"Jethro, my boy, what did happen to Anthony?"

With a sigh, Gibbs replied, "He was at my house - "

Upon hearing those words, Ducky knew something was really wrong - otherwise Tony would not have been at Gibbs' house.

"- and he was getting pissed off and rambling, then he just fell."

"What caused this rather uncharacteristic event?"

Gibbs took a minute before replying, "his father."

"But I thought Anthony hadn't talked to him in years?"

"He called."

"Well, what did he say?"

"I don't know. Tony didn't say."

"Ah. But you believe this isn't true?"

"I don't doubt his father called, I just know there's more to it."

"I see. Well, I'm sure Anthony will tell you everything all in due time."

Gibbs shook his head slightly. "Let's hope your right, Duck."

I'm sure I am, thought Ducky.

Eventually, a doctor emerged through the large double doors and headed toward them.

"You're with DiNozzo? I'm looking for his next of kin. A … Leroy Jethro Gibbs?"

"You found him. How is he?"

"He's fine. His pulse was awfully quick, so we're monitoring his heart rate. Other than a little erratic breathing, he seems to be doing fine. He has yet to regain consciousness, but judging by the bags under his eyes that's hardly a surprise. We could not find a cause for his collapsing, but we're thinking it was probably just exhaustion mixed with anxiety. You can see him now. Room 212." With that, the doctor quickly turned on his heel and left.

"I'll call the others," Ducky stated. Gibbs gave a curt nod and headed down the hall to Tony's room.

When he enter the room, Tony had his eyes squeezed shut and was mumbling incoherent things. He was tossing and turning slightly, obviously having a nightmare.

Fifteen year old Tony had been expecting a whipping when his father had began to undo his belt, but what came next haunted Tony's dreams for years to come.

The elder DiNozzo grabbed Tony's writ and yanked him forward before shoving him into the wall in one swift move. He pinned Tony to the wall, the back of Tony's head colliding with it painfully. He leaned forward , his breaths felt warm on Tony's ear. He whispered, "I always knew you were just like your mother. A whore." He grasped his son through his pants before Tony even had time to realize what was happening. He gasped when his father began to unbutton his pants. Tony began struggling, but his attempts were futile. His pants were dropped to his ankles. The tears began to stream down Tony's face when he felt his boxers being pulled at before joining his pants on the floor. His father grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him to the ground roughly. Tony knew what was going to happen before he felt the offending object slam inside him.

Sorry this isn't the best. Will continue writing this if people continue reading it even though it is terribly ooc. I find it awfully hard to write for Ducky, I don't know why. Let me know your thoughts.