What's The Point? - NCIS Fan-fiction

Chapter 7

What’s The Point?

Chapter 7

 ‘Taxi.’ When Gibbs saw that displayed on the tiny cell screen, he internally panicked. He rushed to the mens bathroom, quickly locking the door behind him. When he turned, he saw Tony sitting slumped against the wall on the floor, with a small razor blade hovering about his scar-covered wrist.

“Tony,” he said, announcing himself, walking slowly towards the Italian. “Can you give me the blade?” he asked gently. Tony looked up; only noticing the Marine was there.

“Gibbs?” he whispered.

“Yeah, Tony. It’s me.” Gibbs confirmed softly, holding out his hand. “Give me the blade.” He ordered softly. Tony looked at the blade, before letting out a scream and chucking the offending object across the room. He cradled his head in his hands, swearing at himself. Gibbs quickly made his way to Tony and sat next to him, ignoring the protests of his knee. He placed an arm around Tony’s shoulders.

“It’s okay, Tony. It’s okay.” He quietly comforted.

“Why, Gibbs?”  Tony whispered. He hesitated, and then laid his head on the older man’s shoulder. “Why am I so fucked up?”

“You’re not fucked up. You’re just having a hard time right now.” Gibbs told him. Tony sighed. After a moment of silence, Tony spoke up again.

“I’m sorry, Boss.”

“For what?” Gibbs asked.

“For what happened in the squad room.”

“Ziva deserved what she got Tony.” Gibbs replied.

“I called her an emotionless freak.” Tony sounded disgusted with himself.

“She knows you didn’t mean it.”

“I still need to apologize.” Tony stated. He knew that he had to get up, but that meant he had to leave the safety and comfort he felt of Gibbs holding him. He allowed himself a few more seconds of comfort, before standing up and offering his hand out to Gibbs. The two men made their way to the bull pen together, Tony stopping to stare at the forgotten blade. Gibbs picked it up and threw it in the trash. Gibbs moved his hand up to Tony’s shoulder and squeezed slightly.

“Stupid blade.” Tony muttered to himself as they made their way to the bull pen, where they had left two very confused agents. Tony stopped in front of Ziva’s desk, while Gibbs continued to his own.

“I’m sorry, Ziva.” Ziva could hear the sincerity in his voice.

“It is quite alright Tony.” She told him. Tony shook his head.

“No it’s not, Ziva. I yelled at you and called you an emotionless freak for no reason. I had no right to do that. I know you are not emotionless and you are not a freak. I hope you will forgive me.”

“You have every right to yell at me. I am the one who should be sorry, Tony. I did not think of suicide from your point of view. I thought you had to be selfish to want to die.” Tony shook his head.

“Am I forgiven?” he asked pleadingly. Ziva smiled at him.

“You are forgiven, Tony.” Tony grinned at her and went to finish his report. Once he had finished that, he got a packet of elastic bands and started pinging them at McGee.

“Tony!” the probie exclaimed. “Stop it!”

“Stop what, McCranky?” Tony said innocently. McGee opened his mouth to reply, when Gibbs cut him off.

“Go home, get some sleep. I don’t want to see you until 0800 on Monday.” He ordered, heading towards the elevator. “DiNozzo! You coming?” Tony rushed after him.

“On your six, Boss!”  Tony slipped into the elevator just before the door closed. McGee looked at Ziva.

“That was strange.” He said. Ziva nodded.

“I agree. I wonder what happened in the bathroom?” she wondered aloud.

“I could pull up the security footage.” McGee suggested. The Israeli got a look of disgust on her face.

“Security cameras…in the bathroom? Gross!” McGee just shrugged, pulling up the feed onto his computer. They saw Tony enter the bathroom, pacing for a few moments before pulling out his cell phone and typing something. He then proceeded to sliding down the bathroom wall, running a hand through his hair. Next, they saw him putting his cell in his pocket, but taking something else out, and then pulling down his sleeve, hovering the small object about his wrist.

“McGee, zoom in on the object his is holding.” Ziva instructed. McGee zoomed in on the blade. He gasped.

“What is it McGee?” Ziva asked.

“A…a r-razor blade.” He stuttered.

“Zoom in on his wrist.” She ordered. The computer screen now showed an image of Tony’s scar-covered wrist. Ziva placed her hand to her mouth.

“Oh, Tony…” she whispered.

“Oh my…” McGee muttered.

“Play the rest of the footage.” Ziva told him. They watched as Tony and Gibbs conversed with open mouths. They were both speechless by the time the tape ended. They were concerned for their friend – their brother.