On a normal day Tony wouldn't strain himself so hard before combat training with Hank, a friend of Chris who trains him, but today he needed to find a release to all the painful memories brought up today, and pummeling a punching bag seemed fitting. For 3 hours straight all he did was pummel the bag, get bloody knuckles, and have several staff members ask him if he needed help, which he disregarded with a grunt.

*Snap!*

Okay, so maybe ferociously attacking the bag wasn't such a good idea. That was the third bag he punched off just in the last 2 hours, not like anyone would say anything. The manager kept giving Tony annoyed glares, but was way too scared of him to even think about saying anything. Muttering a couple expletives, Tony retrieved another bag from the manager and set it back up again. After paying for the three gym bags, he loaded them back into his car and went back inside the gym to find something else to do.

Arriving at the gym, Ziva, Abby, Ari, and Tali entered through the glass doors and into the lobby. Spotting a staff member sitting behind a desk, they all approached the man who looked busy playing some video game.

"Shalom." Ziva said as she held out her hand. Confused, the man gave Ziva a blank stare, scratching his head. He reluctantly shook Ziva's hand, not failing to notice her firm grip.

"Hi, welcome to Rocky's Gym, can I help you guys?" the man asked as he gave each of them a quick glance.

They each gave each other a quick glance before silently urging Ziva to continue, "Yes, would you happen to know if an Anthony DiNozzo is here?" At this the man burst into a fit of laughter, tears in his eyes as he smacked the desk several times, knocking over a few pens off the desk. As he fell off of his chair, he quickly sobered up and collected himself. "You guys looking for THAT guy!? MAN you guys are CRAZY!" he said as he burst into another fit of laughter. Extremely annoyed, Ziva kicked his legs out, then shoving him forcefully into the floor. "Where is he!" Ziva hissed in his ear as he pushed him a little harder into the ground. "Whoa chill, chill! Shit! He's in the weight room beating the shit out of a punching bag or something, just let me go!" the man groaned already having a broken nose. With a smirk Ziva let him go and thanked him politely, much to everyone's amusement and the man's frustration. Abby led the way towards the weight room, all of them chuckling lightly at the small show.

As they reached the weight room, they observed that all the people in the weight room had paused their activities to stare in awe at Tony, some even slowly backing away when he came anywhere near them. Tony was aggressively pummeling a punching bag, each hit making a large pop. The punches resounded throughout the entire weight room, a rate rivaling a machine gun. After a minute of watching in awe, the bag flew off of the chain, landing next to two other bags. Muttering what sounded to be an expletive, he grabbed a new bag and attached it to the post, then hauled the three bags over his shoulder.

They all stood there, unable to move as they just witnessed another explosive example of Tony's brute strength and speed. A minute later Tony came back to the weight room, completely unaware of the fact that everyone in the room was watching him, as if he was in a completely different world. As he got on the treadmill, everyone slowly resumed their activities, leaving Ziva, Ari, Abby, and Tali simply grounded to the ground, not sure if it would be a wise decision to approach Tony at the moment.

Already warmed up, Tony brought the treadmill to it's maximum speed and took off in a sprint. Despite the speed of the treadmill, Tony remained unfazed as he pushed on, sweat rapidly collecting on his shirt. After a minute of running, Tony ripped off his shirt and threw it to the side, much to Ari's amusement and to Ziva and Tali's appreciation. After another minute of sprinting, he slowly brought the treadmill to a stop, making sure he kept his heart rate steady. Grabbing a towel from his gym bag, he wiped himself down and put his shirt in the bag. As he was about to leave, Ziva quickly ran up to him, tapping his shoulder to attract his attention. Tony quickly whipped around to find Ziva staring intently into his eyes.

"Yes?" Tony inquired as he spotted Ari, Tali, and Abby approaching him as well. They each exchanged nervous glances before Ari cleared his throat, gathering the attention of everyone. He silently gestured for Ziva to speak, earning him a harsh glare. Reluctantly, Ziva refocused her gaze back to Tony, wondering if bolting out of the gym and to the car would be a good idea. Before Ziva could dwell on those thoughts, Tony abruptly cleared his throat, startling Ziva.

"Is there something you needed to ask me?" Tony asked as he eyed Ziva suspiciously. Deciding that there was no backing out of this, Ziva braced for a flurry of shouts, yells, expletives, and quite possibly several punches directed at a certain wall right next to him...

"We uh," Ziva stammered as she gestured toward herself and everyone else, "We found out about what happened to you over the summer, and erm, what happened to your mom. We are truly sorry for what your father did." Ziva quickly said before inwardly cursing Ari for making her tell Tony. Hearing Ziva's confession, Tony stiffened as memories came flooding from the deeply buried confines of the back of his mind. Memories he had worked so long to suppress, memories that no human being should have to remember. Various pictures of his mom flashed before his eyes as he slowly saw each and every picture of his mom being replaced by a mutilated version. Screams rang in his ears as he relived each and every second of that day, his heart racing as he grew more and more fearful. His eyes burned as he felt tears slowly trail down his cheeks, making their way down his chest and being soaked up by his athletic shorts.

Tension rapidly built up as they all saw the pure terror and pain in Tony's eyes, clearly not the response they expected. He wasn't angry, he wasn't sad, he was in a state of shock, eyes glazed over as if he were replaying a memory over and over in his head. Then unexpectedly, he collapsed in a heap on the gym floor.

"TONY!" Ziva screamed, drawing the attention of everyone in the gym as they watched Ziva drop to the floor and cradle Tony's head in her hands, tears of her own welling in her eyes.

They all crouched beside Tony as they frantically called his name, concern streaking their features. Coming to the conclusion that he had indeed passed out, they made the decision that someone needed to call Chris. Rifling through his gym bag, Ziva desperately searched the bag for Tony's phone. After several moments, Ziva snatched the phone from under Tony's shirt and began searching through his contacts. Upon reaching 'Chris', she dialed his phone number as she followed Ari who was carrying Tony back to the car, Abby and Tali close behind.

Chris was in the supermarket looking for a carton of milk when his phone rang. With a carton of milk in hand, he looked at the caller ID. It was Tony. Eager to speak with his surrogate son, he pressed the phone against his ear as he made his way over to the car, groceries in hand.

"Hey Tony, how are you?" Chris spoke, slightly curious as to what Tony would be calling for. He should be with Hank at the moment, not on the phone.

"Hello Chris," a familiar female voice croaked, an obvious strain in her voice. Chris tried to place the voice for a moment before placing the woman as Ziva.

"Hi Ziva, is everything alright?" Chris asked, concern obvious in his own voice. Though slight, Chris could hear Ziva bite back a sob, his concern growing rapidly by the second.

"We told Tony...that we knew about...what happened over the summer." Ziva said.

Chris stopped in his tracks, the milk long-forgotten as it fell to the ground. His hand clenches the phone in a death-grip. Anger surges through his veins, but not at Ziva. No, a blinding white-hot anger boils through his veins at even the mention of that day. Over the years, Chris took to Tony like his own, and would tear apart and destroy his father if he discovered his location.

"How is he?" Chris manages through clenched teeth, already jumping in the car. Through the phone Chris can hear clearly now as Ziva lets a couple sobs out. His heart drops, scared of what might have happened to Tony.

"He-he...passed out...when we told him...we knew! It's all my fault, I should have never mentioned it to him!" Ziva practically screamed, despair clear in her voice. Chris's heart drops further, scared for Tony, more so his mental state. Chris was slammed on the gas and swerved out of the parking lot, desperate to be with Tony.

"Shh shh don't worry Ziva, it's not your fault." Chris assured Ziva. "Where did you take Tony?" Chris inquired.

"We're taking him to your house right now." Ziva stated, having calmed down slightly after being assured by Chris that it wasn't her fault.

"No, take him to your house. I'm not home right now, so I'll be over in a few minutes. Thank you for letting me know, Ziva. I really appreciate it." Chris said, narrowly dodging a cement truck.

"Okay." Ziva stated simply before hanging up.