Tony stared at the bottle of vodka on the table in front of him, his hands itched for him to take it, to drain the rest of the bottle in order to rid himself of the flashback he'd sustained earlier in the day. He knew if he got drunk on a work night and Gibbs found out then he'd be toast but he needed to forget what he remembered today, so he grabbed the bottle by the neck, unscrewed the cap and poured a generous amount of the clear liquid in the shot glass he placed on the table beside the bottle. He drained the shot and smiled as the alcohol burned his throat as it travelled down his throat and into his stomach, already he could feel the effects of the alcohol as the drink he poured down his throat a few seconds ago melted away the effects of today.
He sighed as he turned on his tv, feigning interest in the movie that was playing while he took large gulps of the vodka straight from the bottle. A knock came at the front door of his apartment, the sound of a fist pounding on the wooden door snapped Tony from the movie. He groaned as he stood up on unsteady legs, the vodka bottle in his hands, and staggered over to the door.
"Who 's it?" He asked, his voice slurred.
"It's me, DiNozzo, open the damn door." Tony heard the familiar gruff voice of his boss on the other side of his door. Tony internally cursed himself for drinking in his apartment when he was aware that any members of his team could come to his apartment. There was no doubt about it: Gibbs had heard his slurred voice.
"Why?" DiNozzo asked as he lifted the almost empty bottle to his lips.
"DiNozzo, I can hear your slurred voice and the slosh of alcohol as you're right behind the door, so put the bottle down and open the door before I open the door for you." Gibbs threatened, Tony chuckled sarcastically before emptying the bottle. Tony's lips formed a childish pout as he realised he'd emptied the bottle, he unlocked the door, knowing that his boss would enter the apartment if Tony didn't open the door himself.
Tony braced himself for the impending angry conversation that he was sure would be going on between the two agents.
Gibbs stared in shock at his Special Agent: he knew Tony had had a difficult day but he never thought his son would turn to alcohol in an attempt to forget what happened in the office. He watched as Tony moved drunkenly aside to let the silver haired man in, the empty bottle of vodka in between his fingers. As Gibbs passed his drunken agent, he could smell the vodka that came from Tony and the apartment. Gibbs withheld a disappointed sigh as he saw another empty bottle of vodka and a shot glass on his wooden coffee table and the low hum of the tv that played one of his favourite movies.
Why had his son turned to alcohol and being alone instead of coming to talk to him about his day?
A\N: Sorry about the long wait and the shortness of this chapter but things have been hectic around here, given my new internship and the queens death, (RIP Queen Elizabeth II)
Will try to update much more but until I get a schedule, my updates will be all over the place.
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Family is family
FanfictionTony is forced to confront his demons when a case that has him flashing back to his childhood. Will Tony let Gibbs help him face his demons and open up or will he push the only father he's ever known away?
