What's The Point? - NCIS Fan-fiction

Chapter 10

What’s The Point?

Chapter 10

Tony whimpered quietly, not taking his gaze away from the knife, even though he wanted to. Gibbs followed Tony’s gaze after hearing the whimper. He mentally head-slapped himself when he saw the knife. ‘Damn it! Stupid idiot!’ he thought to himself. He set Ton gently on the couch, before quickly putting the knife in the kitchen sink. When he got back into the living room, he saw Tony with his knee pulled up to his chest, and tears slowly making a path down his cheeks. Gibbs rushed over to him, pulling the younger man into his arms gently.

“Tony, what’s wrong?” he asked softly.

“Hurts.” Tony whimpered, turning his head and burying his face into Gibbs’ shoulder, not caring if he looked like a needy child. Gibbs started gently rubbing circles on his back.

“What hurts?”

“Head…eyes…everything.” Tony whispered. ‘Migraine.’ Gibbs thought.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed.” Gibbs pulled Tony slowly to his feet. They made their way upstairs slowly, Ton gripping onto Gibbs tighter whenever a new wave of pain hit. When they got to the bedroom, Gibbs helped Tony into a pair of worn-out sweats and a t-shirt. Gibbs had thankfully dealt with Tony when he had a migraine before, so he knew what to do. He helped Tony into bed, crawling under the quilt with him. Tony was quick to curl into a little ball -beside Gibbs, taking fistfuls of the Marines t-shirt and burying his face into Gibbs’ chest, trying to find more darkness. Gibbs automatically wrapped his arms protectively around Tony, rubbing soft circles on his back. The two stayed like this, long after Tony after fell asleep.

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Meanwhile in the Director’s office

Vance stared the agents in front of him, both looking more nervous. DiNozzo might not be his favourite agent, but that didn’t mean he was going to allow Tony to be abused in the workplace by his team-mates.

“Would you care to explain, Agent David, why you decided to act as you did?”

“We were merely concerned.” She told him again.

“Why? As far as I know, Agent DiNozzo is fine.” Vance looked at McGee to explain.

“Well, sir, Tony hasn’t been acting himself these past few days, so we wanted to make sure he was okay. We had a suicide case and Ziva said something about it and Tony got upset. He went to the bathroom to cool off. Ziva and I looked at the security footage and saw something that concerned us.” McGee told him.

“And what did you see?” Vance asked. The two agents stayed silent. “Well? I’m waiting.” He said impatiently. Ziva answered.

“It looked like he was cutting his wrists.”

“And you grabbed his wrists?!” Vance yelled, shocked.

“We were concerned!” Ziva told him again. Vance walked round to Ziva, invading her personal space.

“If Agent DiNozzo does hurt himself, yes, that is reason for concern, but that is not how you handle it! If he wanted to tell you, he would have. It looks like Gibbs knows, so he does have help, but that is not how you approach it! For all you know, you could have made it worse!” The agents stayed silent, until Ziva spoke.

“What are you going to do with us?” she asked. Vance moved back to his desk.

“I will be putting official reprimands on your files. You both have to attend FLETC again, and mandatory sensitivity training classes.” Vance told them. “I will leave it up to Gibbs to decide if you are still on his team or not. But keep in mind that if you are kicked off the MCRT, you probably won’t be able to get a job as the janitor.” With that, Vance dismissed them by telling them FLETC starts tomorrow and to go home.