~Three weeks later~

"Boss, why are we at your place?" Tony asked quizzically as Gibbs pulled into the driveway.

"I've got something to show you, DiNozzo." Gibbs got out of the car and headed into the house. Tony followed, perplexed. Gibbs led him into the kitchen. He opened up a junk drawer and took out a set of keys. He tossed them to Tony.

"Wait a second—does this mean—"

"She's good as new."

Tony turned and threw open the garage door. There sat his mustang, in pristine condition. Gibbs had his friend paint it black. It looked brand new. Tony stepped into the garage to get a better view of the car.

"You gonna get in and start her up, Tony?" Gibbs asked from behind him as he pressed the button to open his garage door.

"Yeah! Definitely! Tony went around to the driver's side and opened the door. He slid into a brand new driver's seat (his had been destroyed in the accident). He slid the keys into the ignition, and the car hummed to life. It was the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard. He was enjoying himself so much that he didn't notice Gibbs get into the passenger side.

"Let's go for a drive."

Tony put the car in gear and backed out of the garage. He cruised down Gibbs' street, fighting the temptation to put his foot to the floor. He hadn't driven in over two months, and he was itching to get behind the wheel again. He drove around the block a few times, and returned to Gibbs' house. He turned the car off and sat back on the seat, closing his eyes.

"You all right?" Gibbs asked as they got out of the car and walked into the garage.

"Yeah. I'm fine. This—this all just doesn't seem real. Having my car back-Abby fundraising for me—it's more than I would have ever asked of anyone."

"It was no trouble, DiNozzo."

Tony pushed all of his awkward feelings aside, and enveloped his Boss in a hug. Gibbs felt a little awkward, but let Tony hug him. Tony finally let him go.

"Thank you, Boss. Thank you so much."