What's The Point? - NCIS Fan-fiction

Chapter 8

What’s The Point?

Chapter 8

Tony spent the weekend helping Gibbs with the boat, so he came into work on Monday feeling refreshed and happier. McGee and Ziva were already at their desks when Gibbs and Tony made an appearance at 0800.

“Morning Tony, Gibbs.” they greeted. The two men nodded hello and Tony smiled at them as he powered up his computer.

“How was your weekend Tony?” Ziva questioned. Tony grinned at her.

“A hot brunette – Susan? Suzy? Something with an ‘S’ – made their way into my life.” He lied. Ziva shook her head.

“How can you not remember her name?” she asked, buying the lie that came easily came to Tony’s lips.

“Name are unimportant, Zee-vah.” He grinned. He was going to say more when Gibbs cut in.

“DiNozzo.” Tony turned to face him.

“Boss.”

“Shut up.” Gibbs told him lightly, stopping Tony from digging himself deeper. Tony grinned.

“Shutting up, Boss.”

The morning went by slowly and quietly. It looked like nobody was in the mood to kill anyone today, thankfully. Tony was at Gibbs desk, helping the older man fill in all the forms and reports that Team Leaders had to deal with. They were talking, joking and even laughing together, neither man noticing the concerned looks Ziva and McGee shoot Tony’s way.

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At around 1100, Gibbs went down to see Abby, Caff-Pow! in hand. McGee and Ziva saw that as their opening. They walked slowly over to Tony at Gibbs’ desk.

“Can I help you?” Tony asked, without looking up.

“Show us your wrists.” Ziva told him. Tony froze.

“Why?” he discreetly slid his hand in his pocket, and pressing the button for speed dial one on his cell.

“We just want to see your wrists.” Ziva said, not noticing the hand movement. Tony shook his head.

“No.” he told them, hoping Gibbs was on his way.

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In Abby’s lab

He could hear the music before he even got out of the elevator. He walked into the lab, and went straight turn off the music.

“Hey! I was listening to that!” Abby said indignantly, as she twirled round.

“Not anymore.” Gibbs told her. Abby’s eyes lit up when she saw her visitor.

“Gibbs!” she said excitedly, running up and suffocating him in hug.

“Can’t breathe, Abbs.” He told her, prying her off him gently.

“Oh, sorry!” she saw the Caff-Pow! in his hand. He passed it to her as his cell rang.

“Gibbs.” he answered. There was no answer. He looked at the caller ID. “DiNozzo, what are–” he heard muffled voices on the other end of the line.

“We just want to see your wrists.” came Ziva’s voice.

“No.” came Tony’s.

“Shit!” Gibbs exclaimed, running to the stairs, not bothering to wait for the elevator. He continued to listen to the muffled conversation. McGee’s voice came to his ears.

“Come on Tony. We just want to see them.”

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In the bullpen

“Why?” Tony asked, getting nervous. ‘Where was Gibbs?’ Ziva made a grab for his arms, but Tony moved out of the way, standing up and backing away from them. “What’s so important about my arms?”

“Come on Tony. Are you hiding something?” Ziva demanded to know. Tony shook his head, as his back hit the desk divider in a corner.

“No.” he lied. He saw Gibbs rush into the squad room. ‘Thank God.’

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Gibbs got into the squad room to see Tony back into a corner. He ran to where is team were. He could see the relief spread across Tony’s face when he saw him. Ziva made another grab for Tony’s arm, and caught it, but didn’t pull the sleeve down.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” Gibbs yelled. He got great satisfaction seeing Ziva and McGee jump.

“Gibbs!” “Boss!” they said in surprise. Ziva still had a grip on Tony’s wrist. Gibbs could see the pain etched on his features.

“Let. Him. Go.” He growled. Ziva dropped Tony’s arm, and he cradled the throbbing limb to his chest. Gibbs pointed at McGee and Ziva. “Directors office.” When neither of them moved, Gibbs used his best Gunnery Sergeants voice. “NOW!” the both scurried off. Gibbs turned to Tony, who was still cradling his arm, looking pained. “You okay?” Tony swallowed and nodded.

“Yeah, I-I think so.” He whispered. Gibbs held out his hand.

“Can I see? Make sure it’s okay?” he asked. Tony nodded and held out his wrist. Gibbs gently rolled up Tony’s shirt sleeve. One of the more recent wounds had re-opened and was bleeding slowly. Gibbs grabbed a tissue from the Tony’s desk and pressed it gently but firmly on the bleeding scar. Tony whimpered in pain.

“I know its sore Tony, but it will stop the bleeding.” Gibbs told him softly. Gibbs knew how sore re-opening old scars were. When the bleeding had stopped, Gibbs threw the tissue in the trash. “You okay now?” he asked. Tony nodded.

“Thanks.” He whispered to the older man. Gibbs nodded and gave him a smile.

“Okay, I’m gonna go deal with them.” Gibbs spat out, like a bad taste. Tony gave him a small smile. Gibbs turned to go when Tony stopped him.

“Gibbs.” Tony said.

“Yeah?” Gibbs asked, facing him. Tony took a deep breath and whispered,

“I quit.”