Just so we are all aware, that was not the breakdown that is referred to in the title. XD You shall see his breakdown either in this chapter or the next. No worries my friends.
Tony sighed heavily as he grabbed his black bag off from the floor. McGee stood next to Tony with a frown on his face as he watched him closely. He hadn't said a word since he entered the room and neither had Tony. Outside of the room, the two could hear the familiar sounds of the hospital. People talking, nurses socializing, a baby crying, and feet moving around. The smell of the hospital was sickening to Tony and had been ever since he had the pneumonic plague. He hated coming to the hospital even for a check-up or a simple shot.
Finally, McGee asked, "Tony, do you want any help with anything?" Tony looked at McGee and smiled slightly, patting McGee on the back. "No, Probie. I'm alright." He slung the black backpack over his right shoulder and walked to the door, holding it open for McGee. McGee walked out of the room and looked at Tony as they walked. "So, who are you staying with?" Tony sighed as he looked around the hospital and replied, "Gibbs. He decided it would be safest..." He trailed off as he thought about the bomb.
It had been a few weeks since the bomb incident in Gibbs' basement. However, Tony still remembered the fear, the pain and agony it had caused him both physically and mentally. He also remembered Gibbs talking to him about the newspaper article, about the case and the death he had caused. Tony still couldn't believe that he was the bad guy this time. He had killed someone's relative and now they were after him for it. Usually, Tony would find this to be stupid if it were someone else. But this time, he felt as though the guy were doing the right thing for rying to kill him. He felt as though maybe he should've been the one to be put in jail.
"Tony, maybe it was better this way." McGee spoke so suddenly, it made Tony jump slightly. He looked at McGee and asked, "Wh-What, Probie?" McGee stopped in front of the main doors of the hospital. He looked Tony in the eyes and said, "Maybe it was better this way. Maybe it was better that you killed her." Tony blinked hard before he asked, "What?" McGee sighed heavily and looked at Tony nervously. "I mean...Yeah, it's upsetting that she's dead. But, maybe it was better that you killed her. Maybe if you hadn't shot her, and she did survive, maybe she would be traumatized. Maybe she would have ended her own life or been kidnapped again."
Tony rolled his eyes and slammed open the door, storming outside. "Probie, I don't want to talk about it." McGee quickly followed after Tony and shouted, "Tony, wait! Think about it! Maybe you didn't really hit her in the cross fire! Maybe she...Sh-She jumped in front of it!" Tony spun around and faced McGee, shouting back, "If she had jumped in front of it, I wouldn't have shot her!" McGee blinked and asked, "How do you know that?" Tony tried to fight back his anger as he replied, "Because she wanted to be saved, Probie! She was crying her eyes out and begging for help! Does that sound like a suicidal young girl to you?!" McGee frowned sadly and murmured, "No..." Tony turned back around and opened the car door of McGee's car, tossing his bag in the back. He stopped, sighing softly as he looked back at McGee and saying quietly, "Let's just go, McGoo. I want to take a nap." McGee nodded and rushed to the driver's side of the car, immediately starting the car and driving off.
Gibbs sighed heavily as he walked down his basement stairs slowly. He looked at the far end of the wall that now was a blackish color and then at his boat, half of it gone. The rest of it was either burned or ruined. Gibbs looked around the room, still smelling the fire and smoke from the explosion and still hearing the sounds of the explosion and the sounds of Ziva's screams. He looked around a bit more before he walking back upstairs and shutting the door behind him. He heard a knock on his door and made it over to the door quickly, opening the door and looking at Tony and McGee. Tony smiled and said, "Hey, Boss."
Gibbs nodded at him and then looked at McGee. "Get back in the car. We've got a case." Tony looked at Gibbs and blinked. "Uh...Can I set my stuff down first?" Gibbs gave him a famous Gibbs Look and Tony nodded saying, "Right. Bag comes with me. Got it Boss." He began to walk back to the car with McGee when Gibbs snapped, "DiNozzo, where the hell are you going?" Tony looked back at Gibbs with confusion and answered, "To the...Car, Boss." Gibbs pointed to his car and Tony rushed over to his car, getting in the passenger seat and tossing his bag into the back seat. Gibbs smiled as he walked over to his car and hopped in, starting the car. He looked at McGee before driving past him and away from his house.
Tony looked at Gibbs and then out the window as he asked, "So, where are we headed?" Gibbs responded, "Sargeant Katie Carter was murdered in her home this morning. 911 call came in around seven o'clock this morning from her boyfriend." Tony nodded and yawned slightly, shutting his eyes softly. "How far away?"
"Ten minutes."
Tony nodded, getting ready to take a small nap. Suddenly, Gibbs said strictly, "I want you with me at all times, DiNozzo. Got it?" Tony nodded and murmured, "Got it, Boss." Before long, Tony was asleep and being jerked to a rude awakening. He looked over at Gibbs and then climbed out of the car, walking towards the crime scene. McGee caught up with him and Gibbs soon and he handed Tony his black backpack. Tony took it and smiled at him, saying, "Thanks, Probie." McGee looked at Gibbs before returning his eyes to Tony's and saying, "Um...Boss put in my car, Tony." Tony looked at Gibbs and said, "Oh...Thanks, Boss." He watched as Gibbs ignored him and opened the door, stepping into the house. Tony looked around the house and murmured, "Wow...This thing is huge." McGee looked at him and nodded, saying, "She was murdered in the upstairs bedroom, Boss. Last room at the end of the hallway when you use the staircase to the left.
Gibbs walked to the right and up the stairs, McGee quickly following and shouting, "Boss! Boss, it says the left! Not the right!" Gibbs ignored him, walking swiftly down the hallway and pushing open the last door at the end, revelaing Ducky, Palmer, Ziva, a few cops, and a dead body. McGee blinked and said, "Oh...Looks like the guy was wrong with his directions." Gibbs nodded and said calmly, "Looks like it." He walked over to Ducky, seeing a few cops walk past him and out. "T.O.D., Duck?" He asked, whipping out his notepad. Ziva answered quickly, "Three hours ago." Gibbs looked at her and Ducky smiled, lifting the corpse into the body bag. "I have already filled Ms. David in on everything, Jethro."
Gibbs gave McGee a dirty look, McGee quickly taking pictures, before he looked at Ziva and asked, "How, Ziva?" Ziva flipped open her notebook and said, "There were bruises around her neck, suggesting that she was strangled, but the death blow was a bullet to the heart." Gibbs nodded, writing it down quickly in his notebook as well and looking down the hallway, suddenly blinking. He looked back at McGee and then around the room. Ducky stopped moving the stretcher with Palmer and asked, "Looking for something, Jethro?" Gibbs looked at McGee and snapped, "Hey! Where's DiNozzo?" McGee blinked and repleid, "Uh...He was right behind us, Boss."
Gibbs sighed angrily and he stormed out of the room. Ducky and Palmer following with the stretcher, as Ziva walked over to McGee and asked, "Is it just me...Or does Gibbs seem more on slice today?" McGee stared at the doorway and replied, "No...He's in a worse mood than usual today." He looked at Ziva and then said calmly, "And it's edge, Ziva." He walked out of the room and Ziva stood there, murmuring, "On edge...Yes." She growled angrily, walking out of the room as well and murmuring, "I hate these American idioms."
Gibbs made it back downstairs in five seconds flat and he began to look down the three hallways, calling, "DiNozzo!" He sighed angrily and made his way to the entrance of the house, looking around. "Where the hell are the cops?!" He walked outside and saw a group of policemen talking with each other. Gibbs stormed over to them and yelled, "Hey! What the hell are you doing?!" One of the cops looked at him strangely and said, "Well, we're getting ready to leave, sir. There was no more evidence and all the other rooms were cleared, so we figured we'd leave it up to you." Gibbs glared at the man and snapped, "Where's my agent?" The cop blinked and asked, "Aren't they with you?"
Suddenly, there were three gunshots from the inside the house. Ducky and Palmer climbed out of the truck and looked at Gibbs, watching as Gibbs, Ziva, and McGee rushed into the house. Gibbs ran down a hallway to his left and walked a little slower, pulling out his gun and getting ready to shoot. He walked down the hallway and began to open doors with Ziva and McGee. When they came to the last door, Gibbs stopped, hearing moving. He looked at Ziva and McGee, watched as they looked at him, and then kicked the door in. He aimed the gun at someone and Ziva and McGee came rushing in, also aiming the gun.
Gibbs breathed heavily as he lowered his gun and felt his foul mood worsen. There sat Tony, back propped against the wall and a dead woman lying on the floor in front of him. Tony's eyes were wide with fear as he held his gun still aimed at the woman. Blood was splattered onto his pants and his body was trembling slightly. Ziva looked at Gibbs, while McGee put away his gun and stared at Tony. Tony looked at Gibbs and felt his eyes watering, saying softly, "Sh-She came at me, Boss..." Gibbs nodded and staring at the woman and swearing. Ziva holstered her gun and asked, "The murderer?" Gibbs shook his head and pointed to the bruising on the girl's neck.
"No. Victim."