“My son Tony play that same game.”
I don’t know why, but those words echo trough my mind every time I go to bed.
He said it like it was the truth, like this.is.the.way.it.is.
It doesn’t bother me, its not that, it is just…
He could easily had said “Co worker” or “Agent” hell even “Friend” but he didn’t, he said “Son” and I didn’t react in anyway when he said it, but now afterwards, it just feels so… I don’t know… strange? Good? Right?
Gibbs is my mentor, I wouldn’t have it any other way, He has no idea what he have done for me, he will probably never know.
You know, I never had a mentor before Gibbs. Yeah sure Magnum, there is an winner…NOT…. I was always on the run, never staying on one place to long, my dad doesn’t care, why would he? He never cared in his life about what I do and don’t, just because I said NO to go on with the family business, I liked being on moving foot, see new places, But at some point, every thing became to much for me, it as harder to wake up in the mornings, it was harder to face an murderer without pulling the trigger. The world turned black and white in my eyes.
But one day I met Gibbs and he pulled me away from that world, He made me stop running, He showed me respect and he learned me a few things about life, he still does. And for that I will be for ever grateful….
“My son Tony play that same game.”
I said it like it was nothing, I don’t know why I keep thinking about it. It was a straight thought. I could easily said “My friend” or “CO worker” but I chose “Son”
I like Tony, he has been working for me the past… wait, we are coming up to 6 years soon. I’m not good at working with one single person to long before I start screw things up. But Tony has been patient. He isn’t afraid of me, and when I don’t realize it he says something that makes me explode, then after that it feels like someone took 1000 pounds of my shoulders. Some day I might thank him for that, he doesn’t know what he have done for me and he will probably never know.
I still remember when I met Tony, always running, never stopped to look back. I saw my self in him, so much grief and pain. I could see that it wouldn’t take long before he pulled the trigger on him self, Franks saved me from bury my self, and I repaid the favor by helping Tony. And I cant help think of him like my own son, because I do care about him deeply, every time he gets hurt in anyway I cant help but feeling stupid, Because I should protect him from those kind a things. But I cant, I really hope Tony understand how much he means to me. He saves my life everyday…
Story Notes:
Secont time around the Quote of Gibbs just started to bugg me, might not be as inportat as I think, but I need to get rid of this thought...
Author's Chapter Notes:
One smal tiny Quote that second time around get a nother meaning than it was meant to...
Chapter End Notes:
Secont time around the Quote of Gibbs just started to bugg me, might not be as inportat as I think, but I need to get rid of this thought...