Disclaimer: I do not own or profit from NCIS.

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy the ending—it's rather long, but it was hard to tie everything up. It's left a little open-ended, and some of you might have wanted more payback for Emily, but you never know, I might come up with a sequel (I have an idea or two)! Some of you might even pick out a hint in this chapter of how it could happen….. (But that isn't the next story I'll write, I have something else partly finished that I'll go back to now).

I wanted to finish today since I'm leaving for workshops and vacation and won't be back for about three weeks. So bye to all my fanfiction friends—you make this fun! I love to open my e-mail and hear from you; it makes the hard work of writing worth it :)

Talk to you again soon (and don't forget to review this chapter—I'm getting an I Phone today and it will give me something to read while I sit in my boring workshop) !

TLH

"Damn idiots!" Gibbs fumed as he slammed the cell phone shut.

"How did she send the flowers?" Ziva asked. It was infuriating to believe that even while incarcerated Dr. Anderson was able to continue tormenting the Senior Field Agent.

"There was a brand new guard who'd only been on the job a few weeks assigned to her; Anderson convinced the young woman she had a "sick friend" she wanted to send flowers to. The guard did it for her, since she said the doctor seemed so nice," Gibbs snorted at the thought. "Boston PD has placed the guard on suspension pending a disciplinary review," he explained angrily.

Ducky sighed, "She is a master manipulator."

Gibbs kicked a trash can, "I should've shot that woman when I had a chance."

"How do you think Tony's handling this?" McGee asked.

Gibbs ran a hand through his silver hair, "He's talking to Abby. I thought I'd leave them alone for a while." The Lead Agent was hoping Abby could get Tony to open up some about what happened; none of the rest of them had been able to get him to talk. After the flowers were delivered, Tony completely shut down, not uttering a word about the situation. "Let's go get some coffee; we'll come back in a few minutes."

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The flowers had been cleaned up and thrown away; Abby couldn't help glancing at the spot where they had lain. The young Goth sat on the edge of the bed holding Tony's hand while he dozed off and on. He was still worn out from the previous night. Cracking his eyes open, he watched Abby twirl a ponytail around her finger. "You don't have to worry so much, Abby," DiNozzo told her. "I'm fine."

"But, Tony, how can you be fine? I mean, you were basically the captive of a crazy woman for a week; it doesn't make sense for you to be fine," she argued.

Tony smiled grimly, "I don't have much choice Abs. I don't like what happened, but I can't just crawl in a shell and cry about it." He squeezed her fingers. "I'll just go on; I always do."

Abby squeezed back, "Just don't try to do it alone, Tony. Let us help you. I mean, wouldn't it be best to just get it out in the open so you can leave it all behind?"

Tony gazed out the window. "I honestly don't remember a lot, Abby. Gibbs told me some about what happened, but stuff like the shock therapy and dying…" he shrugged. "I just don't remember that happening and I don't think I want to. So how is talking about it going to help?"

"Maybe because that psycho psychiatrist won't go away. I've never seen anybody so persistent. Didn't the flowers really creep you out?" she asked.

Tony hesitated. The flowers had been creepy and showed that Emily wasn't about to stop pursuing him as long as she had the opportunity. "It bothered me some," he said softly. "But she's in jail Abby. If the worse thing she can do now is send me flowers, I'll be ok," he informed her.

"You'll be more than ok if I have anything to do with it," Abby responded, kissing his fingers and rubbing his cheek.

Tony let his friend fuss over him, and quietly wondered if he really could put all this behind him.

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Gibbs walked down to the lobby with the rest of the team; Ducky, Ziva, McGee, and Abby were heading back to DC. Tony was alone in his room; he glanced up as the door opened slowly. It took him a moment to process what he was seeing; for a few minutes he thought he was back in the mental institution. DiNozzo considered hitting the call button, but didn't really know why. Instead he lay there stiffly, wondering what to say to the visitor.

"Hi, Anthony. I hope you don't mind that I came by," Amanda said softly. "I wasn't sure if you would want to see me."

Tony shifted uncomfortably. He recognized Amanda, remembered talking to her while he was in the other hospital. He even knew the nurse had been kind and tried to help him. But seeing her here broke down some of the barriers he had built up; it made the surreal experience seem absolutely real. Without being able to stop them, flashes of memory raced back and left him feeling nervous and anxious. He rubbed his wrists; his mind replaying what it felt like to be tied down and unable to get away from those people.

Amanda walked closer to the bed. "I can understand if you never wanted to see me again. It took me way too long to realize what Dr. Anderson was doing to you. I should have done more to help you," she said apologetically. "I really needed to tell you I'm sorry."

Tony still hadn't spoken. He swallowed and tried to decide what to say. It wasn't right to just not speak to the nurse; she had been the only person in that place who had treated him well.

Finally, DiNozzo managed to say, "It's ok. I know you tried."

Amanda smiled, "I'm glad you're going to get better. I was really worried after everything that happened."

Tony tried to smile back, but he guessed it came out more like a grimace; he actually felt a little nauseous. As DiNozzo tried to figure out what else to do, Gibbs walked back into the room.

"Amanda?" the older agent asked, surprised by the visitor. He glanced at Tony, noticing the younger man's discomfort. "It was nice of you to come by."

"Yeah," she said. "I just wanted to apologize to Tony for not looking for you sooner." She sensed the awkwardness; wrung her hands nervously. "Um, I guess I should be going."

Before she left, DiNozzo plunged in and took one of her hands in his own. "I really do appreciate everything you did for me," he said genuinely.

Amanda smiled with relief. "I just didn't want you to hate me. Thanks for letting me ease my guilty conscience. Bye, Tony."

After she left, the blue-eyed man studied the Senior Field Agent, whose thoughts seemed very far away. "You alright?" Gibbs asked.

"Sure," Tony replied. "No big deal. She just wanted to try and make things right. It's ok." Based on the pinched look on DiNozzo's face, Gibbs didn't believe a word of it.

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The ex-marine was seated in the chair by the bed, drinking his ever present coffee and reading a newspaper. Tony stared over at Gibbs, feeling incredibly guilty that the older man had remained at the hospital all this time. "You know, Boss, you should go home, too. I'll be fine," DiNozzo said weakly.

Gibbs grinned at his quickly fading friend. "I'll go back when you go back. Now go to sleep before you pass out," the Lead Agent groused.

Tony yawned, "I wish I could stay awake for more than a couple of hours at a time," he complained.

Gibbs leaned forward, "The doc says it'll be a while before all that crap is completely out of your system, so you're gonna be tired. Just don't fight it and you'll be back soon." Now that the others were gone, he felt comfortable rubbing his friend on the head.

"Just, you know, if you get sick of being here it's ok for you to go," DiNozzo added sheepishly.

"I got it, Tony," Gibbs barked gently. "Go. To. Sleep."

"On it, Boss," Tony agreed with heavy lidded eyes.

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Tony couldn't move. He was paralyzed. He couldn't even speak. Emily stood over him, her dazzling smile beaming down. "I've missed you, Anthony," she said. "You don't know how much I've missed our time together."

She pulled out a needle and leaned close to him. "This will make you forget everything, Anthony, your friends, your life, everything except me. Then we can be together always," she cooed in her silky voice. He could feel the injection slide into his arm, the medication burning as it entered his veins, worked its way through his bloodstream, coursed its way toward his heart.

He couldn't breathe. His pulse was racing and his chest heaved painfully. Emily stared at him and laughed. "I'm going to help you, Anthony. I'm going to make it all better," she said, but did nothing, just continued to laugh. He tried to scream for help, but couldn't speak, couldn't move, couldn't escape from her…

"Tony, wake up!" Gibbs was shaking him as his eyes snapped open. He could feel himself trembling and gasping for air. A nurse had rushed into the room, pushing Gibbs aside to evaluate the situation. An oxygen mask was thrust on his face and he could feel the cool air flowing into him. He sank back into the pillows and closed his eyes, trying to figure out what just happened. The IV had been positioned behind Tony's head, so he couldn't see as the nurse added something to the line to slow his racing heart.

After a few minutes, Tony seemed to settle down, his pulse coming back to normal and his breathing not quite so shallow. A light sheen of sweat covered his face.

The nurse removed the oxygen mask and replaced it with the nasal cannula for the time being. Tony watched her leave the room. "Boss," he whispered.

"Yeah, Tony, you better now?" Gibbs asked worriedly.

"I know you're not going to like this, but…..I really need to get out of here," he said softly. "Everything about this place reminds me of what happened, and I just think it would be good if I was somewhere else." He paused, "I really wanna go home."

Gibbs listened to the soft plea. Tony needed a lot more rest, and he was barely eating enough to keep a mouse alive, but the older man could understand his request. It might not be such a bad idea to get back into more natural surroundings.

The Lead Agent placed his hand on Tony's head, "I'll take care of it," he promised.

Tony smiled. "Thanks, Boss," he said, feeling safe enough to drift back to sleep.

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Dr. Edwards turned out to be more stubborn than Gibbs had given him credit for. When the NCIS agent first mentioned taking Tony home, the doctor looked over at the sleeping field agent and asked, "How do you plan on getting all those monitors and equipment in the car?"

Gibbs had offered that Dr. Mallard would be there to provide constant medical supervision. The physician finally relented that it would be possible to let the young man go home earlier than planned, but not before they had a chance to run a thorough battery of tests. The doctor then managed to drag the testing out over another two days; by the time they were finished Tony was pronounced well enough to leave but in need of at least another week of bed rest. DiNozzo was glad to get out under any circumstances; he didn't intend to argue with the conditions.

As Tony settled into the car, Gibbs watched him slowly buckle the seatbelt and adjust himself into a somewhat comfortable position. The older agent leaned in and unfolded a blanket he had brought with him, tossing it over Tony's legs. He dropped a pillow in the younger man's lap.

Tony stared up at him. "You didn't have to do that, boss."

Gibbs grunted, "You just got out of the hospital, DiNozzo; you probably should still be in the hospital. And it's a long drive so…." He shrugged.

A few hours later Tony was glad for the gesture. He had stuffed the pillow under his head and pulled the blanket up to his shoulders. Gibbs looked over occasionally and smiled slightly.

"Boss," Tony said hesitantly. "Mind if I tell you something?"

"Go ahead," the older agent said.

"It's just…." Tony paused, falling back into silence.

"Spit it out, DiNozzo," Gibbs urged.

"It's just that when I was in that place…..with Emily, I don't remember much; it's all kind of fuzzy. I know I felt…..helpless and kinda scared…never a good way to feel," he stared out the window a few minutes. "But what I remember most is when she told me you were dead." Tony looked down and away, clearly embarrassed. "I knew there were things I should've told you but hadn't, and I wanted a chance to change that."

Gibbs kept his eyes on the road and held his tongue. He didn't want to make this any harder on Tony than it already was. But then he thought about Shannon and Kelly, "I know what that feels like," he said.

Tony looked up, "I guess you do. Boss, I….I think you should know how much I appreciate everything you've done for me. I mean, I know you know, but sometimes you just have to say something out loud so it's on the record." He stopped for a minute. "No one else would've stayed with me, or…..brought me a blanket." Tony laughed nervously. "You're kind of like my best friend, but that's sort of weird, since you're so much older, well not that much older," he added quickly. The nerves were getting to him now. "Actually, you're probably old enough to be my Dad, if you had a kid when you were like 20 or 21."

"Nineteen," Gibbs said, wondering if Tony realized the quick answer meant he had already counted it up himself. "You are like my son, Tony," Gibbs thought, but the old marine couldn't say the words.

"Yeah, nineteen," Tony repeated thoughtfully. "So maybe you aren't like my best friend, you know someone I go out to clubs with or anything…oh, hell, I'm making a mess of this."

Gibbs observed the younger man tucked under the blanket. His skin was a few shades warmer than death and the purple under his eyes had improved to a dark blue. He still looked like crap. "You don't have anything to regret, Tony. I already know. Some things you don't have to say," he told the younger man.

Tony considered that, "I still wanted to tell you. Any day one of us could get shot, or blown up, or fall off a parking garage." Gibbs laughed. "I'm lucky to have you on my six, boss. There's no one else I'd want there."

"I'm not going anywhere," the ex-marine said reassuringly. "And neither are you."

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Ziva prepared a light but nutritious dinner for Tony's first night back at Gibb's house. The marine was never entirely sure when Tony said he wanted to go home if he meant his own apartment or his place, but when the arrangements had been made to go to Gibb's, the younger agent never complained. He ate some of Ziva's comfort food, thanked McGee for setting up the tv and dvd player in the spare bedroom, let Abby hug and kiss on him for as long as she wanted, listened to Ducky's story about an old friend from Morocco, and teased Jimmy Palmer about his latest girlfriend. Everyone went home happy and reassured of DiNozzo's recovery.

Tony had fallen asleep in the recliner, while Gibbs cleaned up the last of the leftovers. "Ready for bed?" he asked his young friend after Tony's head fell to the side and his eyes cracked open.

"Guess so," he replied. "But I thought you might want to tell me what's been on your mind first."

Gibbs grinned, "That obvious?" he asked.

"Only to the practiced observer," DiNozzo responded glibly.

The Lead Agent sat on the sofa and turned serious. "There is something we need to discuss, Tony," he explained.

"Why do I get the feeling this involves Dr. Emily Anderson," Tony suggested warily. He swallowed involuntarily.

Gibbs sighed. He'd been avoiding this conversation for days. "She wants to meet with you," the older man ventured.

Tony shook his head. "Why? What possible reason could there be for me to ever want to see her again?" he asked. "No," he said immediately. Seeing her in his nightmares was bad enough; seeing her in person was not something he wanted to do right now. "I don't think so."

"There is a reason you might not have thought about yet," Gibbs pointed out gently. "A trial."

The Senior Field Agent didn't move. "Oh," he replied. "Kind of forgot about that."

"She offered to plead guilty and avoid a trial, but only if you agree to meet with her, face-to-face," Gibbs described the option.

Tony sat quietly for a while. He really didn't want to see her again, but at the same time, a trial….he didn't think he could deal with everyone hearing about what had happened. He didn't want to hear about it himself. There was a lot he still couldn't remember, and he doubted that he would ever try to. A trial could be sensational; a federal agent kidnapped and tortured by a beautiful serial killer. He could only imagine the possible press coverage.

"When does she want to meet with me?" DiNozzo asked softly.

"You have a few more weeks to decide if you want to do this," Gibbs responded.

"I'll do it," Tony answered suddenly.

"You don't have to, Tony. Anyone would understand if you don't go through with it," Gibbs offered.

"I need to, Boss. I can't have nightmares about her for the rest of my life. And I definitely don't want to go through a trial. This is probably the best option," Tony decided. He laughed a little, "Maybe she is trying to help me out after all."

Gibbs grabbed Tony under the arm and pulled his friend to his feet. He admired DiNozzo's ability to walk through fire and come out the other side relatively unscathed. "Just think about it, Tony," he advised. "You can always change your mind."

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Gibbs had been puttering in the basement; when he walked past the door to the spare bedroom he paused, noticing a shaft of light. For a minute he hesitated, wondering if he should give DiNozzo some privacy. Gibbs decided it was more important to check on his agent; make sure he was ok. Opening the door, he found Tony lying in bed watching the small tv McGee had set up for him. "Couldn't sleep?" he asked.

"Nah," Tony replied. "Thought I'd watch a movie instead." Gibbs sat down in a chair and crossed his legs. They watched in silence for a while.

"What is this?" Gibbs asked. "I actually think I've seen it before."

"Really?" Tony responded, impressed. "It's Lethal Weapon II. I was thinking about it while I was, you know, in that straight jacket." Gibbs raised his eyebrows, Tony shrugged. "I had a lot of time on my hands. It's a really good movie, but not because of all the shooting and explosions. It's more about the relationship between Riggs and Murtaugh; they don't seem to have anything in common, one guy's old and the other guy's young, but they just sort of get each other. The whole story is about how they would do anything to help each other. I like that." He looked up at Gibbs sheepishly. The older agent leaned back and kept watching the movie.

"You know," Gibbs said after a few more minutes. "The Murtaugh character is the better of the two. He's smart, experienced, and handsome. I can see why you like him."

"Are you kidding?" Tony countered. "Riggs is much better; he's younger, good looking, street smart. No way you're right, Gibbs, no way."

Gibbs smiled crookedly and tilted his head to the side, neither man missing the loose analogy. Tony laughed. When the movie was finished, the older agent glanced over to see the younger man sleeping soundly while propped against the headboard. He placed a hand on DiNozzo's shoulder, nudging the sleeping man down into the bed. Tony slid under the covers while Gibbs put a pillow under his head. The ex-marine turned out the light and quietly headed for the door.

"G'night, Boss," Tony mumbled. "Thanks for bringing me home."

"Guess that answers that question," Gibbs thought. "Goodnight, DiNozzo," he replied, quietly shutting the door.

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By the end of the week, Tony was exhausted from staying in bed all the time. Abby and Ziva took turns making breakfast, McGee brought lunch and Gibbs covered dinner. Ducky was in and out several times a day taking his blood pressure and temperature and making him swallow a variety of different pills.

Tony drew the line at the anti-anxiety meds. "I don't want them," he insisted to the ME.

"There is no shame in taking something to help you handle a very stressful situation, Tony. Are you sleeping alright? Having any nightmares?" the doctor asked.

Tony fidgeted. "Sometimes I have nightmares and can't sleep. It's no problem though. I'd rather get through it on my own," he explained. "Dr. Crazy kept me doped up enough that I could go the rest of my life without feeling that way again." He paused, then asked a question that had been bothering him. "Uh, Ducky, did you ever look into Dr. Anderson's case? What made her…..do the things she did?"

The ME sat down on the edge of the bed. "I wondered when you would ask that. Yes, I did look into her files. It turns out that Dr. Anderson appears to have been abused by a step-brother for many years. He disappeared when she was seventeen; I would say he was her first victim," the old Scot explained. "The step-brother had brown hair and green eyes, much like your own."

"Oh," Tony replied.

"I would surmise she has spent her entire life trying to regain control over the man she felt took away all her power. But in a way she also loved him; the combination made it impossible for her to differentiate the two experiences. It isn't an excuse for her behavior, but it is a reason," the physician elaborated.

Tony considered the information in silence. "Thanks, Ducky," the younger man said.

"At least now you know why she fixated on you. I hope it helps," he closed his bag to leave. Tony wasn't sure if it helped or not.

Once he was no longer under house arrest, DiNozzo wasted no time in getting back out. He spent hours shooting baskets in the park down the street from Gibb's house until he was so tired at night he fell into bed without thinking. A week before the meeting with Dr. Anderson, Gibb's allowed him back on desk duty. Tony was grateful for the distraction.

On the night before he was to see Emily, Tony made his way down to the basement; Gibbs was working on a wooden rocking chair. "Wondered when you'd get down here," the Lead Agent said, pouring some bourbon in a semi-clean glass. Tony sipped the drink. "You ready for this?" the silver-haired man asked.

Tony gulped the rest of the drink and slammed the glass back down on the table. "Guess we'll find out," he replied, leaning back on the step to wait for the sunrise.

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Before dawn the next morning, Gibbs and Tony set out for the drive to Boston. The week Tony spent with Emily had been more like a week in hell; he had been trying to not think about what happened as much as possible. He was still having nightmares, although he hadn't mentioned them to Gibbs, and he was still tired a lot. But he figured it was time to get over this and put it behind him. Seeing her again couldn't possibly be that bad.

Gibbs studied Tony as they walked into the jail. His Senior Field Agent had already surprised him in the clothes he chose for today; Gibbs had expected an expensive suit, but Tony opted for jeans and a soft vintage t-shirt. The last few days he'd spent in the sun had brought back a lot of his color and added some blonde to his sandy brown hair. He looked youthful and in pretty good shape, considering that just three weeks ago he had been in ICU. If the reaction of the receptionist who handed them visitor's passes was any indication, DiNozzo was having a very good day.

As they neared the interrogation room, the only sign Tony gave of being nervous was some slight fidgeting. Gibbs raised an eyebrow. "What?" Tony asked.

"Stop fidgeting," the Lead Agent admonished.

"Yeah, ok," Tony agreed, taking a deep breath.

Gibbs head-slapped the younger man.

Tony winced and grabbed the back of his head. "What was that for?" he asked.

"Preventative maintenance, just in case you decide to do something stupid and let her get the best of you," the Lead Agent explained.

Tony rubbed his head, "Won't happen, boss. I was taught by the master."

A guard opened the door. "She's ready," he said.

Tony gave Gibbs one last look, let his mask slide in place, and walked through the door.

"Good luck, Tony," Gibbs thought, as he headed for the observation room.

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Emily was seated at a small table. She was handcuffed, the silver bracelets attached to a ring in the table. She folded her hands over the restraint like a small tent. The doctor was also wearing leg irons which were attached to a ring in the floor. Her hair was in a ponytail and she was wearing a blue jumpsuit that said Prisoner on the back. She looked very small, almost petite and demure. Tony felt extremely large and masculine in comparison. How had he ever been afraid of this woman? "She kind of looks like Kate," he realized morbidly.

"Hello, Anthony," she said sweetly. The voice nearly knocked him over. Every memory that he had forgotten, every feeling of hurt and helplessness, flooded back to him.

Watching from behind the glass, Gibbs saw Tony flinch, then recover within seconds. DiNozzo walked over and sat down across from her, pushing his chair back and loosely crossing his legs. Gibbs could swear he had seen the same pose from a male model in a magazine somewhere. Tony stared straight at Emily. "He knows exactly what he's doing," Gibbs thought with appreciation of his friend.

Emily appraised him, and involuntarily licked her lips.

She started to speak but Tony cut her off. He pushed the plea agreement across the table in front of her. "You have two minutes. Sign it or I walk out of here," he demanded cooly.

Dr. Anderson blinked, tilted her head to the side, then smiled. "Ok, Anthony, I see what we're doing here," she stated, then reached for the pen. The handcuffs clinked slightly as she signed the document then handed it to her attorney, who stood by silently. "That should make you and Gibbs very happy."

Tony barely moved. "What do you want, Emily?" he asked.

She sighed. "I just wanted to see you again so that I could have a solid memory to hold on to for the next…..few years. I must say, you've outdone yourself. You look quite…..handsome. I guess a girl always misses the one who got away," she said.

"Is that all?" Tony inquired. "If it is, then I think I'll go now."

She burst into another beautiful smile. "Oh, Anthony, I was so right about you being special. Sitting here now, do you enjoy seeing me bound, unable to defend myself? Does it please you, having me in this position?" she asked him.

"I'm just glad you can't hurt anyone else," he answered.

She leaned forward. "I would much rather the tables were turned. I would love to have you handcuffed in front of me. I would help you see just how special you really are," she purred.

Despite his outwardly calm demeanor, Tony was starting to feel sick. He needed to get away from her. Gibbs noticed Tony shift, saw his veins bulge. "Maybe it's time to stop this," the Lead Agent questioned himself.

"I think about you every day, Anthony," Emily said warmly. "I replay our time together in my dreams. I'll think about you always."

Tony leaned forward, placing his hand inches from her own. "Would you like to touch me?" he asked. "I bet you would. But guess what? You're the one without any power now. You have no control. And for the rest of your life you will be the one told what to do, and when, and how. You will never have control over anything again. Whenever I think of you, Emily, that 's what I'll remember."

Tony stood. "Goodbye, Dr. Anderson," he said. "Something you need to understand is that after today, what happened with you is over for me." He moved close so he could whisper in her ear. "Forever." DiNozzo walked toward the door.

"Anthony," she said as he stood in the doorway. "I'll see you again soon. I promise."

Tony didn't give her the satisfaction of turning around.

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The NCIS agents walked toward Tony's car. "So," Gibbs said, "we've driven all the way here from DC and you haven't really shown me what this new car will do." Since Tony's Mustang had been destroyed, he had used the inheritance from Great Aunt Trudy's estate to replace it.

"Well, you know, I wasn't sure an old man like you could handle what this car could put out," Tony teased, slipping on his sunglasses.

"Don't you worry about me, DiNozzo, I think I'll be alright," Gibbs countered. They stopped and admired the red Ferrari that stood out in the parking lot like a spot on the sun. "I still can't believe you bought it," the older man said, shaking his head.

"It's what I've always wanted. And Aunt Trudy always believed in splurging every now and then," Tony explained with a huge smile.

They slid into the buttery interior. "So you think you and Ziva are the only ones who know how to drive a car fast?" DiNozzo asked.

Gibbs grunted. "I don't know, Miss Daisy, why don't you show me what you can do," the old marine challenged.

Tony laughed at the movie reference while pushing some buttons on the CD player. His grin grew wider as the theme from Magnum PI burst through the speakers. Now Gibbs laughed out loud.

Tony revved the engine and let out a whoop as he slammed the car in gear and peeled out of the parking lot, plastering his grinning boss against the passenger seat and heading back toward home.

The End