Hey all! I apologize for anyone waiting for me to update my Suits story. Apparently my muse has got a new obsession. I promise I won't abandon it but it might be awhile before I get around to it. Anyways I recently started watching NCIS and I got a little addicted, so here's the start of my attempt at the classic Tony hiding injuries from Gibbs. It's really short but please review so I know if it's worth continuing. :D

The elevator door closed and Tony finally allowed himself to drop the mask. It had been a long day and an even longer week but it was finally Friday and he was on his way home. He was drained from maintaining his carefree frat boy routine in front of everybody and the various aches of his body were making themselves known.

It had been just last night when he had seen that poor lady being mugged. He hadn't even thought twice before confronting the 3 men who were digging through her purse. They had landed a few good blows to his torso and his head throbbed with the familiar concussion vibe. Not to mention one of the thugs had twisted his wrist pretty hard but still he had managed to run them off in the end. The old lady was sweet and tried to call for an ambulance but he had waved her away with assurances of being fine before disappearing in the night. If the cops got involved, Gibbs would definitely find out and Tony really didn't want that.

They were currently short a member of the team as McGee had a family emergency and Tony didn't want to let the team down. They had needed everyone on their A-game for the last case, which thankfully had just been closed.

The elevator jerked to a stop and Tony quickly hid the signs of pain and exhaustion before the doors opened. All he wanted to do was go home and have a hot shower before falling into bed. He had felt Gibbs watching him multiple times throughout the day but the boss never mentioned anything and Tony had done his best to calm his suspicions. It was tricky getting anything past the boss and Tony knew if the day hadn't been so hectic Gibbs would have broken through his defences easily. Thank god for mayhem.

Gibbs watched Tony's disappearing back and his senior field agent practically ran from his desk after handing in his case report. Something was up with him but Gibbs just couldn't put his finger on it. He sighed wearily and wished for once, DiNozzo would just come clean without the hassle. He nodded to the impatient Ziva, letting her pack up and leave, before following his team out. It had been a long week and he was glad they would all have a few days to recuperate.

Unfortunately it was not to be. Gibbs woke up at 0500 to the ringing of his cell. Dead marine and his team were required to work the case. That's the problem with being the best, they always want you to do the work. Gibbs patted his boat reluctant to leave his plans of working on it all weekend and slipped into the kitchen. He needed coffee. He picked up the phone and called Tony, Ziva and Ducky. It was time to get to work.