NCIS ::: Set Me Free CH 1 & 2
Title: Set Me Free
Category: TV Shows » NCIS
Author: Wolfa Moon
Language: English, Rating: Rated: K
Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort
It hasn't always been this way for DiNozzo. He remembered brighter days. Before the dark ones came Stole his mind and wrapped his souls in chains
Chapter 1: Set Me Free: Casting Crowns
Set Me Free
BY: Wolfa Moon
SUMMARY: It hasn't always been this way for DiNozzo. He remembered brighter days. Before the dark ones came Stole his mind and wrapped his soul in chains
DISCLAIMER: No own. Just passing through. Own none of the music but I love it.
Set Me Free: Casting Crowns
It hasn't always been this way
I remember brighter days
Before the dark ones came
Stole my mind
And wrapped my souls in chains
DiNozzo raced down the roads. Swerving around traffic feeling the essence of breathe breeze pass him. He needed to get away. Going to his secret storage vault he rolled her out. Now sliding between cars. Breezing through red lights. Sirens blaze yet he loses them weaving in and around. Even go illegal and riding on the sidewalk. He could kill someone. He could kill himself. He just didn't care. Did he have a reason?
Earlier that day….
They had captured the bad guy but didn't worry about the agent who had chased him across the roofs and into a sewer then jumping over moving vehicles. Tackling the man down. Handcuffing him to a fence then almost getting hit by his accomplice having to duck getting run over a little but firing the tires out. Then they come around like the Calvary. The people who will shine. Gibbs telling me to stop laying down on the job. With a 'yes boss' he gets up and limps to the siren blaring cop cars. Opening one of their doors and sitting down. Licking his wounds. Reporting to the cops what to do then when he gets up, he notices. They have left without him. Leaving him again to fend for himself.
Present…
Now I live among the dead
Fighting voices in my head
Hoping someone hears me crying in the night
And carries me away
Who cared that he had blood running down his back. Who cared that he now has a wrap around his hand and knees. They don't care. Revving up again he speeds through the town. Trying to find out where he belongs. He though he had a place. But now after fighting so long. What did he have to fight for? Sirens long blaring behind. His phone vibrating in his pocket. No one of import who really want sot talk to him. Maybe he made the news and somebody recognized. Yeah right none of them even knew he had a motorcycle. Not just one, several. This time around he tried his latest birthday/Christmas gift to himself. Liked they cared about that. Well like he cared he has the money. So he has the Suzuki Hayabusa GSX1300R. And is loving the freedom he has bought himself. Even if he is breaking every law. He needed to live.
Set Me Free
Running away. No not running. Escaping. He thought he had a place but it all tumbled down around him. Himself under the heap of it all. So he road to the only person he never knew he had till he met him. A man who welcomed him in on first glance. Seeing what Gibbs originally saw. A younger version of themselves. Tony smiled on their first meeting and then the conversations over the phone, his only landline. If this is farewell he had to say it in person to the only one who still cared.
Set Me Free
Hearing the loud engine thrum through his neighborhood at this time of night had him awake he only knew of one man who loved fast motorcycles. And it is never good when he comes in the middle of the night. This had happen on several occasions before. And after the last one, having the young man try one last time and now.
The pounding on the door didn't surprise him. So he didn't grab his weapon. Opening the door he saw who he knew it would be.
"Hey Tony, come in." he didn't enter when he backed out of the doorframe. This got the older man worried.
"Sorry Jack. I tried. I tried."
"So now what?"
"Well, um," Jackson Gibbs could see the young man shaking before him. This isn't right. He learned to love Tony like a second son hell even a grandson to be proud of. And he is proud of the young man. Surviving everything that has been thrown at him. But a person can only handle so much. "Just came to say good bye."
"No son no." DiNozzo smiled. Glad that one person wanted him. "Come in we'll talk."
"Can't," Tony coughed harshly. Jackson reached for the man who began to shake more. The breaths coming out in rasp. Worry filled him. Then went ten fold when the young man collapsed across his threshold. Half in half out. But always welcome here. His only living sanctuary.
You are free
You are free
You are free
TBC…..
Chapter 2: Carry On My Wayward Son: Kansas
Carry on My Wayward Son: Kansas
CH 2
Set Me Free
BY Wolfa Moon
SUMMARY: It hasn't always been this way for DiNozzo. He remembered brighter days. Before the dark ones came Stole his mind and wrapped my souls in chains
DISCLAIMER: No own. Just passing through. Own none of the music but I love it.
Carry on My Wayward Son: Kansas
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond the illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreamin',
I can hear them say
Carry on my wayward son,
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Now don't you cry no more
Jackson cursed his flesh and blood. The young man laying on his bed tossing with fever and pain, both physical and mental. When is his son going to learn? Jackson is tired of this. If Jethro wouldn't take the time to see the man before him then he is going to do something about it. Keep him hidden till he is better then be the moral support the boy needs. Help him in any way he can.
So he began to make plans. Every trick he has ever learned. Every back up plan. Everything he is going to give up. Give up his so for his grandson.
Sadly and painfully he pulls a piece of paper out. No good byes like the old fashion kind. Picking up a pen he began to write his farewell. And the challenge of come and find us. Make it right.
CMWS
Tony didn't know where they were. He didn't really care. His gaze pain medicated laid on Jackson Gibbs. A man who has become so much more. His last true family.
"How you feeling Tony?" Jackson learned that he didn't like to be called son. To many bad memories of his father. Most of them relived when he is alone, wounded, and hurt.
"Been better," checking out the passing scenery. "Where are we?" Jackson smiles at the young man. Tony sits up wincing trying to get a better view. Classic rock humming in the background.
"Far away from the world." Tony looks at Jackson at his words. The mans intentions clear. He is going to seclude them from their world to discover an new world. Not knowing why not asking where. Feeling safe he sagged back into the seat. Jackson smiles as Tony relaxes back into the seat. Feeling safe with him. A family.
Category: TV Shows » NCIS
Author: Wolfa Moon
Language: English, Rating: Rated: K
Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort
It hasn't always been this way for DiNozzo. He remembered brighter days. Before the dark ones came Stole his mind and wrapped his souls in chains
Chapter 1: Set Me Free: Casting Crowns
Set Me Free
BY: Wolfa Moon
SUMMARY: It hasn't always been this way for DiNozzo. He remembered brighter days. Before the dark ones came Stole his mind and wrapped his soul in chains
DISCLAIMER: No own. Just passing through. Own none of the music but I love it.
Set Me Free: Casting Crowns
It hasn't always been this way
I remember brighter days
Before the dark ones came
Stole my mind
And wrapped my souls in chains
DiNozzo raced down the roads. Swerving around traffic feeling the essence of breathe breeze pass him. He needed to get away. Going to his secret storage vault he rolled her out. Now sliding between cars. Breezing through red lights. Sirens blaze yet he loses them weaving in and around. Even go illegal and riding on the sidewalk. He could kill someone. He could kill himself. He just didn't care. Did he have a reason?
Earlier that day….
They had captured the bad guy but didn't worry about the agent who had chased him across the roofs and into a sewer then jumping over moving vehicles. Tackling the man down. Handcuffing him to a fence then almost getting hit by his accomplice having to duck getting run over a little but firing the tires out. Then they come around like the Calvary. The people who will shine. Gibbs telling me to stop laying down on the job. With a 'yes boss' he gets up and limps to the siren blaring cop cars. Opening one of their doors and sitting down. Licking his wounds. Reporting to the cops what to do then when he gets up, he notices. They have left without him. Leaving him again to fend for himself.
Present…
Now I live among the dead
Fighting voices in my head
Hoping someone hears me crying in the night
And carries me away
Who cared that he had blood running down his back. Who cared that he now has a wrap around his hand and knees. They don't care. Revving up again he speeds through the town. Trying to find out where he belongs. He though he had a place. But now after fighting so long. What did he have to fight for? Sirens long blaring behind. His phone vibrating in his pocket. No one of import who really want sot talk to him. Maybe he made the news and somebody recognized. Yeah right none of them even knew he had a motorcycle. Not just one, several. This time around he tried his latest birthday/Christmas gift to himself. Liked they cared about that. Well like he cared he has the money. So he has the Suzuki Hayabusa GSX1300R. And is loving the freedom he has bought himself. Even if he is breaking every law. He needed to live.
Set Me Free
Running away. No not running. Escaping. He thought he had a place but it all tumbled down around him. Himself under the heap of it all. So he road to the only person he never knew he had till he met him. A man who welcomed him in on first glance. Seeing what Gibbs originally saw. A younger version of themselves. Tony smiled on their first meeting and then the conversations over the phone, his only landline. If this is farewell he had to say it in person to the only one who still cared.
Set Me Free
Hearing the loud engine thrum through his neighborhood at this time of night had him awake he only knew of one man who loved fast motorcycles. And it is never good when he comes in the middle of the night. This had happen on several occasions before. And after the last one, having the young man try one last time and now.
The pounding on the door didn't surprise him. So he didn't grab his weapon. Opening the door he saw who he knew it would be.
"Hey Tony, come in." he didn't enter when he backed out of the doorframe. This got the older man worried.
"Sorry Jack. I tried. I tried."
"So now what?"
"Well, um," Jackson Gibbs could see the young man shaking before him. This isn't right. He learned to love Tony like a second son hell even a grandson to be proud of. And he is proud of the young man. Surviving everything that has been thrown at him. But a person can only handle so much. "Just came to say good bye."
"No son no." DiNozzo smiled. Glad that one person wanted him. "Come in we'll talk."
"Can't," Tony coughed harshly. Jackson reached for the man who began to shake more. The breaths coming out in rasp. Worry filled him. Then went ten fold when the young man collapsed across his threshold. Half in half out. But always welcome here. His only living sanctuary.
You are free
You are free
You are free
TBC…..
Chapter 2: Carry On My Wayward Son: Kansas
Carry on My Wayward Son: Kansas
CH 2
Set Me Free
BY Wolfa Moon
SUMMARY: It hasn't always been this way for DiNozzo. He remembered brighter days. Before the dark ones came Stole his mind and wrapped my souls in chains
DISCLAIMER: No own. Just passing through. Own none of the music but I love it.
Carry on My Wayward Son: Kansas
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond the illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreamin',
I can hear them say
Carry on my wayward son,
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Now don't you cry no more
Jackson cursed his flesh and blood. The young man laying on his bed tossing with fever and pain, both physical and mental. When is his son going to learn? Jackson is tired of this. If Jethro wouldn't take the time to see the man before him then he is going to do something about it. Keep him hidden till he is better then be the moral support the boy needs. Help him in any way he can.
So he began to make plans. Every trick he has ever learned. Every back up plan. Everything he is going to give up. Give up his so for his grandson.
Sadly and painfully he pulls a piece of paper out. No good byes like the old fashion kind. Picking up a pen he began to write his farewell. And the challenge of come and find us. Make it right.
CMWS
Tony didn't know where they were. He didn't really care. His gaze pain medicated laid on Jackson Gibbs. A man who has become so much more. His last true family.
"How you feeling Tony?" Jackson learned that he didn't like to be called son. To many bad memories of his father. Most of them relived when he is alone, wounded, and hurt.
"Been better," checking out the passing scenery. "Where are we?" Jackson smiles at the young man. Tony sits up wincing trying to get a better view. Classic rock humming in the background.
"Far away from the world." Tony looks at Jackson at his words. The mans intentions clear. He is going to seclude them from their world to discover an new world. Not knowing why not asking where. Feeling safe he sagged back into the seat. Jackson smiles as Tony relaxes back into the seat. Feeling safe with him. A family.