What's The Point? - NCIS Fan-fiction

Chapter 4

What’s The Point?

Chapter 4

Tony had now moved his gun to the side of his head, pressing hard enough against his skull to leave a bruise. He had his finger resting on the trigger. He was about to press and release, when his apartment door burst open, making him jump. He opened his closed eyes to see Gibbs standing in the doorway of the room, entering slowly, like he would to a suspect.

“Tony,” he said softly. “Put the gun down. Let’s talk about whatever’s going through your mind right now.” He pleaded. Tony shook his head silently in the negative, but removed his finger from the trigger.

“Come on, Tony.” Gibbs said gently, seeing he was getting through to his friend – hell, his son. “You know you don’t want to do this.” Tony shook his head again, but Gibbs wasn’t sure if it was because he didn’t agree with him, or if he did. Tears spilled down Tony’s cheeks.

“I…I can’t do it anymore, B-boss.” Tony whispered, gun still pressed to his head. Gibbs felt his heart break. He held out his hand.

“You don’t have to do it alone anymore, son. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.” Gibbs promised. “Just give me the gun, Tony. Please.” Tony didn’t do anything for a few moments, but then, he slowly placed the gun in Gibbs’ outstretched palm, with a shaky hand. Gibbs quickly placed the gun out of Tony’s reach, before pulling the now sobbing man into his arms and held him tight.

“It’s gonna be okay Tony. I promise.” He comforted quietly. “We will get through this. Together.” Tony just clung to Gibbs’ shirt, taking fistfuls, burying his face in Gibbs’ chest. Gibbs ran his hands through the younger man’s hair.

“It’s – too - *gasp* - hard – Gibbs!” Tony cried in-between sobs.

“It’s okay Tony. I’m here to help you now.” Gibbs promised softly. “I have your six, and I always will. No matter what.” Gibbs felt Tony nod as he buried himself deeper in his chest. Gibbs wrapped his arms protectively – and tightly – around Tony. And this was how they stayed all night, long after Tony cried himself to sleep, and Gibbs stayed awake, thinking about how to help his boy.