Cassandra Rose Gibbs is a commander in the navy. Her mother was killed when she was young. Her father, as you can guess, is none other than Leroy Jethro Gibbs. He doesn't know that she is his daughter though.
One day, Cassandra was at work and got...
I decided that Frankie Sanford looks a lot like Cassandra.
So here's a picture of her.
Her husband would of course been Bradley.
Warning: Talk of suicide, self harm, bullying
Discretion is advised _______________________
Cassandra's POV
"How much longer do I have to be here Tim?"
I was talking to Tim while waiting to be discharged from the hospital.
"I don't know Commander, another half an hour at most."
"Hello Cassandra how are you?" Of course Tony would be here when I'm about to get changed out of my hospital gown. Tim got up to leave since he had gotten a call on his phone, which means that Tony and I were now alone. Great.
"Well, let me help you sit up." Tony said, grabbing my hands and helping me. "Where are your clothes?"
"Over there," I said, "on the chair." Tony grabbed my clothes and sat them on my lap.
"Can you do this yourself or do you need me to help?"
"What do you think Tony? No! I'll tear the stitches if I do it. You need to do it." That's when I looked at his face. He looked so uncomfortable and awkward.
He slowly reached out towards the strings on my gown and untied them. He was incredibly close to me. His head was in the crook of my neck so then he could see the strings.
He untied my gown and grabbed my bra that was on top of the pile of clothes. He told me to lift my arms. I did as I was told. Tony took a look at my arms and saw something that no one, not even Bradley, had seen except me.
"Where did you get these scars Cassandra? Did you do this?"
"Tony. Please, don't. Not now." I said, sounding desperate.
He took my left hand in his right and lifted my chin up to look at him. He was an inch or two away from my face.
"Fine. Can I at least get the rest of my clothes on first?"
"Of course."
Time Skip Provided By Tim.... Horton's
Tony had taken me to my hotel. Now I was in the bathroom with him so then he could change my bandage. He asked me again about my wrists. I had no choice but to tell him. We sat on the couch in the small living room in the hotel room.
"It all started when my mom died. She died on my 16th birthday. I had anxiety and depression and thought that I wasn't good enough. I thought that I didn't deserve to live, but my mom would have wanted me to keep going, to fight. It didn't work as well as I'd hope. I started doing drugs, and started drinking. I wasn't doing good in college anymore. I went from an A+ student to C- student in about 3 weeks.
That's around the time I turned 17 and met Bradley. He was going through something similar to what I was. We turned each other's lives around. I loved him so much, Tony. Now he's gone, forever. I don't have any one left. I'm all alone."
I looked at him, holding back tears. He looked into my eyes and in a flash he had his arms around me. I was shocked. I didn't think Tony was like this. It took me a while to realise what was going on. I wrapped my arms around him and for the first time in a while I cried. I cried until I couldn't anymore.
Tony laid down with me, me curled up in his side, his arms wrapped around me and his head rested on mine.
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