One.

The new girl working at the place Gibbs liked to get his coffee every morning had spilled the scalding liquid on the front of his shirt, he'd gotten late to work as a result, the director had called him up to his office and it turned out the F.B.I was swiping another case from under their noses for the third time that month!

Ziva had almost gotten into a fist fight with one of her co-workers in the break room, and Gibbs had to take responsibility and shit from the director over his underlings' behaviour. Ziva had claimed Agent Gene had been "questioning about it" which Abby had corrected in a sing-song voice as "You mean she was asking for it?" and Gibbs just had just wanted the both of them to get out of his sight.

Then McGee, who had been working on a new program he'd been developing over the last two weeks, gave the entire office a computer virus, which only served to slow down productivity. And add yet another trip up to the Directors office for his second reprimand that day. Like Gibbs hadn't heard the phrase "Get your team under control!" once before already. He sighed.

And he'd never gotten his coffee that morning either, Gibbs suddenly realized. Hoping to turn this awful day around, he left the bullpen in search of some caffeine. Even if it was bad break room coffee.

Tony stepped foot inside the elevator, nose deep in the cold case files he'd been working on all morning, as it descended to Abbys lab, where he hoped he could convince her to take a look at some evidence for him. So preoccupied he was, that Tony didn't realize the elevator had made an early stop, as someone called for it, and, eyes still locked on the files, he headed straight out, thinking it was Abigails' lab he'd entered.

Gibbs pushed the button for the elevator impatiently, eyes glued to his steaming cup of coffee, as the elevator doors opened, and without looking, he marched straight forward and collided with one Anthony DiNozzo.

The collision was quite epic.

A flurry of papers flew across the floor, two bodies landed smack-dab on the floor, and hot scalding liquid smeared both of their shirts now.

Consequently, Gibbs snapped.

"God dammit DiNozzo! What the hell is wrong with you? Can't you look where you're going? This is my second ruined shirt today! Next time you don't watch where the hell you're walking, you're fired!" Gibbs got up, swiped at the stain, didn't bother looking at his senior field agent. "Clean this shit up." he growled, throwing the now empty cup on the floor in disgust, as he quickly bounded for the stairs instead, fists clenched tight.

Tony blinked. He was used to Gibbs' second B for bastard, but that had been more than abrupt and definitely uncalled for.

After another minute of just sitting there, in between the elevator entrance and the floor, Tony slowly got up, alarmed when he swayed upon getting to his feet. He shook his head, which only worsened the sudden onslaught of dizziness, and leaned down, collected all of his papers strewn on the floor. Once he'd gathered everything, he tucked them all back inside the yellow folder and also decided to use the stairs instead, wanting to avoid another...incident.

By the time he'd reached the fourth stair though, he wondered where it was he'd been in such a rush to go. He looked at the papers in his hands, it was a cold case, and he was supposed to be working on it, he knew that much. Turning around, Tony went back upstairs to the bullpen, deciding to sit at his desk and work on the case, maybe he'd remember what had been so important and where he'd been headed?

Gibbs was an all around certified S.O.B after that. He'd stopped Ziva and McGees' light bickering over something trivial with a very frightening threat, made a poor secretary cry, and kept shooting scathing glares at everyone who crossed paths with him.

Ziva and McGee both felt guilty. They had only managed to worsen their Bosses day with petty things, and now he was reigning down hell on every living thing that passed by the bullpen, period. Usually, when Gibbs was displaying such obvious outward aggression, Tony would step in and do or say something to catch the man off guard and make light of a situation. However, Tim noticed, Tony was being oddly quiet, at his desk, files from a cold case splayed across it, not really paying anyone any mind.

For some reason, Gibbs decided to pick on the senior field agent. "DiNozzo! Report, now!" he barked, making everyone wince.

"Cold case, murdered Jane Doe, raped, cataloging evidence now." he said very concisely, not bothering to add in his flourish into the story.

"You've been working on it all morning, DiNozzo, why are you on my team if you can't solve one measly case?" Gibbs questioned harshly, making the other two agents gape.

Tonys' head hurt, a lot, and for the past hour he'd been attempting to concentrate on the case. For his Boss to have practically thrown that in his face like that, though, that hurt a lot more. "Sorry Boss." he replied, very quietly, the pounding in his head getting more and more unbearable by the minute.

"Apologies are a sign of weakness, and I didn't ask for one, I asked why the hell I have you on my team, as senior field agent no less, if you're such a damn slacker?"

Tony wanted to die. His father had taken out his anger on him through out his entire childhood. He would stand him up in front of his large oak wood desk and point out all his flaws, and Tony would apologize, very nervously, and Senior would glare at him, tell him he hadn't asked for an apology, they were useless, like him...

Tony felt very sick suddenly, thinking about that man and comparing him to his Boss.

"Answer me DiNozzo!" He yelled, making his other two subordinates jump in their seats.

Tonys' vision blurred for a moment, his head spinning, then he felt it, coming up his throat, he quickly got to his knees next to his desk and promptly vomited every parcel of food he'd eaten since that morning, inside the small plastic garbage can.

A.N. Originally intended to be a one-shot, but it got out of hand and will probably be a three-chapter story at most! Review 'cause every review goes to the hug-a-tony-foundation! Also, Gibbs gets nicer...eventually.