What's The Point? - NCIS Fan-fiction

Chapter 17

What’s The Point?

Chapter 17

As Tony drove to John’s place, he couldn’t stop thinking about the note. He knew he should tell Gibbs, but the man was already doing so much for him. He didn’t need Tony running to him about every little thing. As he stopped at a red light, he pulled up his sleeve and brushed his thumb over his most recent, angry red scar. His other scars and burns were slowly starting to fade, but he knew they would never disappear completely. There were scars from razors, and burns from lighters all over his body, covering most of his arms, legs, back and stomach. He pulled down his sleeve and hit the gas as the light turned green, and drove the rest of the in true Gibbs-style, deciding he was thinking too much.

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Tony parked behind John’s wife Shelia’s car when he arrived. Before he got of the car, he took the knife and note out of his pocket and looked at them for a moment before putting them in the glove box, not wanting to risk that Steph or Tom – John’s eldest – might somehow get their hands on them. He grabbed the wrapped box, and made his way the front door. He only had to wait a few moments after he knocked for the door to open. Sheila smiled when she saw her visitor.

“Hi, Tony.” She greeted warmly, ushering him through the door.

“Hey, Sheila.” Tony grinned. “Just came by to drop Steph’s present.” He placed the box on the floor by his feet. “Where is she?” he asked.

“She and Tom are in the backyard. I’ll go call them in.” she made her way to the backyard. “Make yourself at home.” Tony took a seat at the kitchen table.

“Uncle Tony!” he heard an excited 5year-old yell, before he felt a small body leap into his lap.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He smiled at the small girl. She poked his chest accusingly.

“You missed my birthday party!” she told him.

“And I’m very sorry I did sweetheart. But, I’m here to make up for it.” He pointed to the box. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.” Steph looked up at Tony, moth wide open. The box was huge!

“Really?” she asked. Tony nodded.

“Yep. Why don’t you open it?” Steph crawled off his alp and moved towards the box. When she started ripping the paper off, Tom crawled onto Tony’s lap. Even though Tom was eight, he was small for his age.

“How’s my favourite hat-collector today?” Tony asked, wrapping his arms protectively around the small boy.

“Mom took away all my caps.” Tom pouted. The kid had started quiet a collection of different caps, because every time Tony visited, he brought a hat for Tom. Tony took an OSU cap out of his jacket pocket, and placed it on the boy’s head.

“Not all of them.” Tony grinned. Tom smiled up at him.

“Thanks, Tony!” he said happily. The two heard a squeal from the little girl on the floor.

“Thanks, Uncle Tony!” Steph ran up and hugged his leg.

“You’re welcome, sweetie.” Tom took that moment to show his mom his new hat.

“Look what Tony brought me, mom!” he told her excitedly. Shelia smiled.

“You spoil them, Tee!” she told him. Tony shrugged.

“That’s what I’m here for!” he laughed. “I don’t have any little DiNozzo’s to spoil, so I get to spoil yours instead!” Sheila laughed.