The man quirked a brow when the gaping silence became a little too much and offered a rather dismissive come sheepish shrug. "Well, technically I am Tony DiNozzo. Though junior insists on telling everybody that he's Tony and I'm just plain old Anthony. I think its ageism myself, I was known as Tony when I was his age. But, hey, what's an abbreviation between friends right?" Strolling into the room in his expensive and probably hire purchased suit, Anthony DiNozzo Sr stole an appraising glance of the room. "Though from the sounds of it, it's not all that friendly in here?"
Three mouths dropped open even further in amazement as the suited and booted man leaned against a nearby cabinet, clearly waiting for an answer. It didn't take long to realise that the three original occupants weren't feeling all that chatty and he cleared his throat uneasily. "Ok…can someone please tell me how my son has come to be in a near dead condition, and there's not one of his so called team in his room with him? In fact, there are three perfect strangers in there with him? One of them, a woman I've never seen, crying like a banshee over his chest?"
He shot Gibbs a pointed look, and they all saw instantly that this was not the carefree Anthony DiNozzo Sr of times past. This man…this man was all kinds of livid, and scared.
"You look fine, all things considered. My boy on the other hand might not see another day, so they tell me; they rang me you see…seeing as none of you people thought to." He looked around the room, disdain freely colouring his face. "Surely he should be in a private facility by the way? Surely NCIS ought to spring for an agent who has been grievously injured in the line of duty? He's been with your agency long enough, right?" He shot Gibbs another pointed look, his hackles clearly rising. "You've always rubbed it in my face how much my boy looks up to you instead of me, so why aren't you doing anything for him? From what I just heard, the reason he's in that bed across the hall is you."
He paused, scrubbing a hand over eyes that were beginning to water.
"It's always been for you though, hasn't it? Everything junior does is for his idol, the mighty Gibbs."
Tim felt his eyes bulge as Gibbs felt his mouth set into a grim line and Abby felt her heart plummet.
He didn't know.
He didn't have a clue.