"Going for coffee," Tony stammered, almost tripping over his feet as he did so. Panic was welling in him, his brain screaming 'she knows, she knows, she KNOWS' on repeat. "He needs an escort. You, McGee, Ziva." He paused his escape long enough to force out, "Don't tell Gibbs." Or, the team doesn't understand why Tony is taking this case particularly hard... until they do.
Rated: T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Drama - Chapters: 3 - Words: 9,806 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 9/12 - Published: 9/6 - Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Tony D. - Complete