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Disclaimer: The characters from the show aren’t mine,
they belong to others. No copyright infringement intended. Any characters you
don’t recognise are mine. Feedback would be nice, positive feedback would be
nicer. Enjoy! Category: NCIS angst, hurt/comfort fic Rating: NC-17 overall Characters: Gibbs/Dinozzo Series: 1/1 Spoilers: Assume all of Season One Summary: When you run away from home, plan your route. Archive: Just tell me where it’s going Additional ‘stuff’: WARNING: Tony is 15 during some of
this fic. Mostly a transcript of a web chat (conversation in a chat
room). I made the club name up. As far as I know, it doesn’t exist. Title: Assumed Names - Five Tony stopped thinking it was weird to tell Gunny
something he wouldn’t or just plain couldn’t tell Gibbs they face-to-face after
a few days of meeting every day. Their room was a place he felt safe and he
knew Gunny had let slip a few things he was sure Gibbs would never ever tell
him or Kate. He powered up his computer, connected to the internet and clicked
on the icon for the chat room. He smiled as he saw ‘Navy’ already waiting for
him. It took only a second for his request for entry to be approved. Gunny enters the room TonyD enters the room Gunny: Hey TonyD: I haven’t got a beer Gunny: I’m pleased to hear it TonyD: Can I ask you something Gunny: Ask TonyD: Do you ever do something and it turns out
different to how you planned Sitting back in his chair, Gibbs smiled. Tony had been
distracted all day. Clearly something had been on his mind. Here it comes… Gunny: I got married and I thought we’d get old together TonyD: I ran away from home this one time and I got as
far as the bus station. I didn’t have enough money for a ticket anywhere far
away, so I just sat there Gunny: How old were you? TonyD: Fifteen. My Dad got angry over something stupid I
did. He hit me. I ran out of the house and didn’t bring my allowance Gunny: Did you go back home? . . . . . . Gunny: Still there? TonyD: I sat in the bus station until it got dark. This
guy asked me if I was ok. I knew I wasn’t supposed to talk to strangers, but I
didn’t care. Serve my parents right if I was murdered by a weirdo, right? Gunny: No comment TonyD: I was fifteen Gunny: Yes you were. What happened? TonyD: Michael Gibbs felt his heart skip a beat. Fifteen? He hadn’t been
sure, but he had thought Tony and this man had got together a decade or so
later. Gunny: Did you go home with him? TonyD: No. He wouldn’t take me. Took me home. My Dad was
out looking for me. Mom was pretty upset. Michael waited until Dad got back. He
stood up to Dad. Dad didn’t talk to me for a while after that Gunny: Tell me about Michael . . . . TonyD: Change the subject? Gunny: No. Tell me about Michael TonyD: He hit me Gunny: The first time you met he took you home to your
parents TonyD: And the second time we met he hit me. Happy now? Gunny: No. Tell me about Michael TonyD: You can’t see what I’m signing but it isn’t Thank
You Gunny: I can picture your hands. Well? TonyD: What do you want to know? Gunny: Anything TonyD: He hurt me. Every time we went out. And I let him.
Pathetic huh? Gunny: No. You are not TonyD: Maybe not now, but then I was Gunny: STOP IT TonyD: You sound like him when you yell Gunny: He shout at you a lot? TonyD: Yeah. All the time Gunny: I’ve never had to raise my voice to make my point TonyD: You’re different Gunny: I don’t hit either TonyD: Maybe I should let you take me to the club Gunny: Maybe you should TonyD: You wouldn’t know it. It’s run by this British
woman Gunny: 1600 TonyD: Don’t tell me you’re a member Gunny: I know the owner TonyD: You think disco is cool Gunny: If you were 15, that’s child abuse . . . TonyD: I wasn’t. Not when he hit me. I met him one night.
I didn’t recognize him. It took a while for us to work out we already knew each
other Gunny: How old were you? TonyD: Twenty-one Gunny: You were just a kid. He took advantage . . . TonyD: I gotta go. I’ve got an early start and my boss,
he’ll be on my case if I’m tired Gunny: OK. Goodnight TonyD: Night. I wish I’d met you instead of Michael Gunny: You have TonyD: Yeah, when I’m damaged goods Gunny: You’re not. Go to bed TonyD: Yes Sir! Gunny: That’s not how you salute TonyD: It’s not? Gunny: GO!! Tony D has left the room Gunny has left the room Gibbs closed his computer down and sat staring at the
blank grey screen for quite a while before sighing deeply and getting up,
heading for his own bed. Burley had been a challenge but he had been younger
then. He wasn’t sure he was up for the challenge that Tony was turning out to
be Continued in Part Six… Send me feedback on these fics
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