NCIS:: Keep Quiet CH 3 & 4
Chapter 3: KQ 3
KQ 3
BY: Wolfa Moon
Same as before
A/N: Thank you all who have reviewed. Favorited. Alerted. Thank you and please REVIEW.
KQ3
Jethro kept his hand on the kid as he lead him home. Entering inside he called out to his dad. His dad comes around seeing the boy.
"Who's this?" Tony cringes more. Two men. He begins to make his way toward the door.
"Um this is." Looking to spy the kid backing out. "Hey." Moving over to kneel in front of the boy. Tony cringes. "I'm not gonna hurt yah buddy. Wish I knew your name. " His every being vibing let me help you. But has forgotten that the boy is not your average boy. Thinking quickly he grabs a notepad and paper. He writes his name on it. Handing it to the boy.
The boy looks at it tentivly. Jethro worried if the boy can't read. A slow hand took it. Turned it around. Eyes look from the paper to him. Jethro smiles. Reaching a hand out for something. Figuring it out he quickly grabs the pen and holds it out for him. The hand shakily take. A quick scribble than thrust back. Barley catching it. Looking at it.
TONY.
"Son, what is going on?"
"This is Tony. He's gonna be staying with us."
"Ok, where are his parents?"
"Don't know. Don't care."
"You can't say that son."
"Yes I can. He has bruises and is probably deaf from being beaten. He's staying here." Jackson heard the determination in his son's voice. Determination that is hard grained to never argue with. When a Gibbs sets his mind on something they see it through.
"Ok, I'll get a bed ready fro him."
"Thanks dad."
Jethro lead his new ward to the dinning room table. Pulling out a seat. Then taking a seat for himself. Tony watched as he motions but makes no move toward him. Giving him room. He is one that likes to surprise on you or one who wants him willing. Sitting down watching him write on the paper then skid it over.
Shaking hands move to look at the paper.
How old are you?
11, Jet cringed on the inside. So young and what hells has he experienced. Wanting to keep this conversation moving. Needing to know.
Does your dad know where you are? Tony cringed at the question shaking his head. Grabbing the paper quickly to write how he felt. Good. Tony looks up at that. Still wary but glad he would only have one or two not a string. That he could live with.
Jethro watched the child relax a little. Then with all his heart wrote the last bit.
You're safe here.
Tony could only dream, never hope for that got him nothing.
Chapter 4: KQ 4
KQ 4
BY: Wolfa Moon
Author Note: Thank you Everyone.
"HAPPY THANKSGIVING" Giving thanks for the creation of NCIS and Michael Weatherly. He will always be 'Eyes Only'.
KQ 4
Jet showed him to a room. It was a good size room. Bigger than his last room. Not even a room, a closet. Standing at the door watching, waiting for what is to come. The older gentleman appeared nice. Smiling the whole time. Probably happy to get a younger model. Always thinking of the dark for there was never any light till he ran for the light, all on his own.
Then Jethro handed him a paper. Get washed. Tony nods in silence. Wants him clean.
Jethro laid out one of his old shirts. They had eaten dinner in silence and shared grins. Well shared between the elders of the table. Then giving the kid time to shower on his own. Smiling when he saw the face under the dirt and grim. Taking the cloths to wash. Really wanting to burn them. Then setting the very lightweight bag on the bed along with a stuffless plush cat. Probably the only happy moment from childhood.
The door opened. Jet looks to the door. Seeing the too thin, stunted, abused child enter. Wanting to do everything in his power to save him. Just as he saved the dog after the car hit it. Helped the girl who needed an umbrella in the rain. And now a homeless boy who had a spark that didn't quite go out. For he escaped. To now be here. And hopefully a normal life. Making a motion for the kid to enter.
Tony looks to the bed and the cloths. Guess he wants a younger boy by the size of the shirt. Tony drops the towel. Jethro turns his head. The bruises, scars. He wanted to hurt these people. Defend the weak. A small hand gets his attention. Looking down he smiles. Tony has put on his high school jersey. Looking so small.
Then he jumps back as small hands move from his hand to the front of his pants.
"No, NO!" Tony face looks as if struck. Guess he wants it another way. Tony turns lifting his shirt bracing himself on the edge of the bed.
What the hell kinda things has this kid been through? Jethro can't handle this but he has too. Getting a glimpse of the scarred rear before grabing the person before him. Twirling him around. Making sure that Tony is looking at him. "No, Tony. Never again. You are safe here." Tony can hear the words. Wants to believe the meaning. The face reading of horror and the eyes spark.
Not sure how to tell the deaf boy without words. Words he can't hear. He pulls him toward him. Gripping him tight. Repeating it over and over again. "You're safe here. I will never let anyone hurt you. I promise I swear it." Moving back he looks at Tony. Promising to buy a sign language book. But simple always works.
Patting his chest, shaking his head. Motioning down there. Shaking his head. Begging the boy to see that he is safe. Not anymore. Never again would he be used in such a manner.
Tony broke inside. So what is he suppose to do now. It is all he knew. Jethro hugs him again. Maybe he can have hope.
KQ 4
Jackson Gibbs came at his son's screams. Wondering what in tarnation happened. Coming up the stairs he sees his son crying, holding the boy. Something huge has happened. Something that broke a dam that had been held up since his mother passed. For his son is crying. Their newest charge weeping too. Soft promises spoken to deaf ears. Leroy catching his fathers gaze. Nodding everything is ok, will be.
Understanding he left the room. His son would remedy this or die trying. For that is his son.
Defender of the weak..
KQ 4
Have a happy day.
If you like this read:
Daddy's Boy By Headbanger Rockstar
TY all who have Reviewed and keep reviewing. Still a little stuck on what to do.
SUGGEGESTIONS , COMMENTS, I AM OPEN. TY
KQ 3
BY: Wolfa Moon
Same as before
A/N: Thank you all who have reviewed. Favorited. Alerted. Thank you and please REVIEW.
KQ3
Jethro kept his hand on the kid as he lead him home. Entering inside he called out to his dad. His dad comes around seeing the boy.
"Who's this?" Tony cringes more. Two men. He begins to make his way toward the door.
"Um this is." Looking to spy the kid backing out. "Hey." Moving over to kneel in front of the boy. Tony cringes. "I'm not gonna hurt yah buddy. Wish I knew your name. " His every being vibing let me help you. But has forgotten that the boy is not your average boy. Thinking quickly he grabs a notepad and paper. He writes his name on it. Handing it to the boy.
The boy looks at it tentivly. Jethro worried if the boy can't read. A slow hand took it. Turned it around. Eyes look from the paper to him. Jethro smiles. Reaching a hand out for something. Figuring it out he quickly grabs the pen and holds it out for him. The hand shakily take. A quick scribble than thrust back. Barley catching it. Looking at it.
TONY.
"Son, what is going on?"
"This is Tony. He's gonna be staying with us."
"Ok, where are his parents?"
"Don't know. Don't care."
"You can't say that son."
"Yes I can. He has bruises and is probably deaf from being beaten. He's staying here." Jackson heard the determination in his son's voice. Determination that is hard grained to never argue with. When a Gibbs sets his mind on something they see it through.
"Ok, I'll get a bed ready fro him."
"Thanks dad."
Jethro lead his new ward to the dinning room table. Pulling out a seat. Then taking a seat for himself. Tony watched as he motions but makes no move toward him. Giving him room. He is one that likes to surprise on you or one who wants him willing. Sitting down watching him write on the paper then skid it over.
Shaking hands move to look at the paper.
How old are you?
11, Jet cringed on the inside. So young and what hells has he experienced. Wanting to keep this conversation moving. Needing to know.
Does your dad know where you are? Tony cringed at the question shaking his head. Grabbing the paper quickly to write how he felt. Good. Tony looks up at that. Still wary but glad he would only have one or two not a string. That he could live with.
Jethro watched the child relax a little. Then with all his heart wrote the last bit.
You're safe here.
Tony could only dream, never hope for that got him nothing.
Chapter 4: KQ 4
KQ 4
BY: Wolfa Moon
Author Note: Thank you Everyone.
"HAPPY THANKSGIVING" Giving thanks for the creation of NCIS and Michael Weatherly. He will always be 'Eyes Only'.
KQ 4
Jet showed him to a room. It was a good size room. Bigger than his last room. Not even a room, a closet. Standing at the door watching, waiting for what is to come. The older gentleman appeared nice. Smiling the whole time. Probably happy to get a younger model. Always thinking of the dark for there was never any light till he ran for the light, all on his own.
Then Jethro handed him a paper. Get washed. Tony nods in silence. Wants him clean.
Jethro laid out one of his old shirts. They had eaten dinner in silence and shared grins. Well shared between the elders of the table. Then giving the kid time to shower on his own. Smiling when he saw the face under the dirt and grim. Taking the cloths to wash. Really wanting to burn them. Then setting the very lightweight bag on the bed along with a stuffless plush cat. Probably the only happy moment from childhood.
The door opened. Jet looks to the door. Seeing the too thin, stunted, abused child enter. Wanting to do everything in his power to save him. Just as he saved the dog after the car hit it. Helped the girl who needed an umbrella in the rain. And now a homeless boy who had a spark that didn't quite go out. For he escaped. To now be here. And hopefully a normal life. Making a motion for the kid to enter.
Tony looks to the bed and the cloths. Guess he wants a younger boy by the size of the shirt. Tony drops the towel. Jethro turns his head. The bruises, scars. He wanted to hurt these people. Defend the weak. A small hand gets his attention. Looking down he smiles. Tony has put on his high school jersey. Looking so small.
Then he jumps back as small hands move from his hand to the front of his pants.
"No, NO!" Tony face looks as if struck. Guess he wants it another way. Tony turns lifting his shirt bracing himself on the edge of the bed.
What the hell kinda things has this kid been through? Jethro can't handle this but he has too. Getting a glimpse of the scarred rear before grabing the person before him. Twirling him around. Making sure that Tony is looking at him. "No, Tony. Never again. You are safe here." Tony can hear the words. Wants to believe the meaning. The face reading of horror and the eyes spark.
Not sure how to tell the deaf boy without words. Words he can't hear. He pulls him toward him. Gripping him tight. Repeating it over and over again. "You're safe here. I will never let anyone hurt you. I promise I swear it." Moving back he looks at Tony. Promising to buy a sign language book. But simple always works.
Patting his chest, shaking his head. Motioning down there. Shaking his head. Begging the boy to see that he is safe. Not anymore. Never again would he be used in such a manner.
Tony broke inside. So what is he suppose to do now. It is all he knew. Jethro hugs him again. Maybe he can have hope.
KQ 4
Jackson Gibbs came at his son's screams. Wondering what in tarnation happened. Coming up the stairs he sees his son crying, holding the boy. Something huge has happened. Something that broke a dam that had been held up since his mother passed. For his son is crying. Their newest charge weeping too. Soft promises spoken to deaf ears. Leroy catching his fathers gaze. Nodding everything is ok, will be.
Understanding he left the room. His son would remedy this or die trying. For that is his son.
Defender of the weak..
KQ 4
Have a happy day.
If you like this read:
Daddy's Boy By Headbanger Rockstar
TY all who have Reviewed and keep reviewing. Still a little stuck on what to do.
SUGGEGESTIONS , COMMENTS, I AM OPEN. TY