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Tony's POV:

"Why did you kill them!" stammered Gibbs as I dodged another one of his punches as his other fist connected with my left side which caused me to stumble back some. His fists then came one after another as I quickly dodged and blocked them and then I struck out. Too bad his reflexes haven't slowed down enough for me to get past as I felt his hand clasp down around mine and flip me onto my back and my knee again.

"I didn't kill anyone," I spoke back as I pushed myself up off the mat as I felt Gibbs just staring at me. I could tell that he was looking at me but it wasn't me that he was seeing. He was acting fine until around 10 minutes ago when he all of a sudden started to come at me full-on. I don't want to hurt him but I can't say the same for him. I doubt he would want to hurt me…but at the moment it isn't me he is seeing.

"Why are you lying!" hollered Gibbs as I noticed him come at me again as I slightly dodged his punch but I don't think I will be able to stay up much longer.

"I'm not; you need to come back to your senses…boss…" I spoke as I felt the breath knocked out of me again as I moved to the side as he sent more punches and a few kicks my way.

"Just answer the question!" hollered Gibbs as I felt his right arm come around my throat from the back as his left hand grabbed my upper left arm and pulled it back some keeping me from using my left arm. Not like I could use my left arm to begin with…think I sprained or did something to my left wrist in one of the falls.

"I didn't kill whoever you think I did boss," I spoke as I felt his pressure on my throat increasing as I was starting to see black dots appearing in my vision.

"You killed my wife and daughter and you dare say that you didn't kill anyone!" I felt Gibbs spat next to my ear as I was now struggling to breathe. He must have gotten confused…or could it have been the last case we just finished up with the mother and daughter that were slaughtered. We caught the man who did it but I never connected the dots to think that it was something that Gibbs would be injured or bring up bad memories about. When he asked to work in the ring in the gym I just figured he wanted to clear his head a bit…but now I think he might have gotten lost in his thoughts.

"Not me…Gibbs…please…can't…breathe…" I spoke not much above a whisper as I felt my right hand that had been on his arm around my throat slipping as I was only barely not seeing black out of my vision.

Gibbs's POV:

"What?" I questioned as I realized that I was choking DiNozzo from behind as I quickly released him and stumbled back a bit. I watched as DiNozzo fell to his knees briefly and then to his side not moving. What have I done? With that I quickly moved and put my fingers on his neck and felt a pulse that was a bit slow but there.

"Autopsy," spoke a voice as I recognized it as Palmer.

"Send Ducky to the gym, and tell him to bring his bag and hurry!" I snapped as I shut my phone after I passed the message off. I can see the up and down movement of Tony's chest which tells me he is still breathing but his injures are bad. His left wrist looks sprained and his right knee looks to have something wrong as well. He has a bruise forming on his left jaw bone and there are no doubt some bruises under his shirt. There is a slight cut above his left eyebrow. He seemed to have been able to hold his own against me after I had lost my ability to hold back. Just how far in my thoughts had I gone?

"Jethro?" questioned Ducky as I noticed him hurrying into the gym with his medical bag in tow and then noticing Tony lying on the ground, "Anthony?"

"I need you to look at him, Duck," I spoke as I nodded to where Tony lied as I got up and took off my boxing gloves and then started to head out of the ring. I just hurt the one person who puts all his trust in me that I will protect him, and I did the complete opposite and beat him up.

"What happened, Jethro?" questioned Ducky as I noticed him looking at me.

"Just look at him. When he is good to move, I will help you get him to autopsy," I spoke not giving him much more to work with as I turned to the window as I let Ducky work. How could I get caught up in my thoughts so much to hurt him, and the only reason that I was brought back out of whatever I was in was because he mentioned the word 'please'.

"Jethro," spoke Ducky again I turned to look at him and noticed him watching me but from afar, "you can help me get him to autopsy now.

Tony's POV:

"Wha…" I spoke as I put my right hand up to my head as I heard someone hurrying over to me as I turned and noticed that Ducky's blue eyes were looking at me.

"Anthony…try not to move too much," spoke Ducky.

"What happened?" I questioned.

"I was hoping you could tell me dear boy. Jethro called me down to the gym and when I got there you were lying unconscious on the mat. I gave you something for the pain, but Jethro wouldn't explain on the issue," replied Ducky as I watched him as he told me. So Gibbs didn't tell him how he lashed out thinking I was someone else or anything like that.

"What's wrong with me?" I spoke trying to figure out how injured I am…my knee is messed up along with my wrist and maybe some ribs.

"You have sprained your left wrist, so I put a brace on that as long as you wear it, it will not hurt that much. Your right knee is also swollen so I have also placed a brace on which is in your best interest to keep that on for the swelling to go down. You have a few bruised ribs which I have wrapped for you. A slight cut above your left eyebrow which I took care of with some butterfly sutures, which you need to keep dry for a day or so. You will be in some pain when the little pain medication I gave you wears off, now are you going to tell me what happened in that gym downstairs?" spoke Ducky as I leaned up and found myself in a pair of my jeans and an old Ohio State long sleeve but loose fitting t-shirt on.

"Who dressed me?" I spoke.

"I did," replied Ducky as I noticed that he was looking at me and trying to figure out what happened in the gym since I have avoided his questions.

"Thanks Ducky," I spoke as I pushed myself off of the table as I was careful of how much pressure I put on my right knee.

"So what happened?" spoke Ducky as I realized he wasn't going to let it go.

"Just a little misunderstanding," I replied as I waved as I walked out of autopsy and headed up to the bullpen.

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