give me a first chapter where Tony DiNozzo is in the process of killing himself after being raped when mcgee and ziva cut off comms out in the field. gibbs intervening halfway

**Title: Breaking Point** **Chapter One** The dim light of the dingy motel room barely illuminated the chaos that had unfolded in Tony DiNozzo's mind over the past few days. Guilt twisted and turned deep within him, presenting itself as shadows that refused to fade with the dawn. Outside, the sounds of the bustling city carried on, oblivious to the war raging within him. He'd tried to forget, to bury the horror somewhere deep in his consciousness, but the scars ran too deep. Tony sat on the edge of the bed, his body feeling like a stranger to him. The unmistakable weight of betrayal sat heavy on his chest, a continuous reminder of what had been stolen from him, of the violation that had shattered his confidence and sense of safety. The reminders haunted him—each noise, each flicker of light, each moment spent alone. He had been trained to handle crises, to take control and lead others through harrowing situations, yet here he was, devoid of any semblance of the man he used to be. He felt nothing but hopelessness, struggling against the incessant tide of despair. The laughter of his teammates, the camaraderie and the light-hearted banter that had once defined his existence felt like a universe away, now just a fractured echo. As he clutched a small, cold object in his trembling hands, the buzzing of his phone pulled him from the deep chasms of his desolation. Comms were active, and on the other end, McGee and Ziva were deep in discussion about their latest case. The sound of their voices, once comforting, now felt like needles against his raw skin, bringing with it an unbearable wave of heartbreak. “Tony, can you—” McGee’s cheery voice broke through the static, but Tony’s heart sank. He didn't want to participate in the call; he didn't want to facade his way through another day. “Tony?” Ziva's voice rang through next, concern threaded into her tone. “You with us?” He opened his mouth to respond, but the words lodged in his throat. A memory flashed in his mind—a moment when he had felt truly powerless, alone in the midst of a crisis that was not his own. The object in his hand weighed down more each passing second, and all he could think was that maybe, just maybe, this resolution was the escape he so desperately sought. “Tony, we need you,” McGee’s urgent voice cut sharply against the fog in his brain. “Can you hear us?” But he didn’t want to hear them anymore; he wanted the whispers of the world around him to fade into silence. He brought the object closer, fingers trembling as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The sound of his name echoed one last time in his mind, drowning in a wave of despair. “Tony!” The sudden interruption wasn't McGee or Ziva; it was Gibbs, cutting through the static with the authority that only a seasoned agent could possess. In that moment, everything froze. The sound of Gibbs' voice ignited something deep within Tony—a flicker of the loyalty and integrity he had given everything to uphold. Mentally, he grappled with the innate desire to surrender versus the instinctual need to fight—to hold onto the one last shred of hope that perhaps he was still worth saving. Gibbs had a way of grounding him, of putting everything into perspective. The juxtaposition of despair and hope played on a loop in his mind as guilt poured through his veins. “Put it down, DiNozzo,” Gibbs commanded, his voice steady despite the chaos that raged like a storm behind it. He could feel Gibbs' unwavering presence, an anchor in the turbulent sea, preventing him from falling further into the abyss. “Gibbs… I…” Tony could hardly form the words, the object slipping from his grasp and clattering against the floor, but the weight remained. “Talk to me, Tony,” Gibbs pressed, his voice softening, cutting through Tony’s darkness. “You don’t have to do this. You’ve got us. You’re not alone.” Suddenly, the haze began to lift, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, something stirred within Tony—an ember, a spark. The struggle within was far from over, but for the moment, he found the courage to reach out. “Help me,” he whispered, tears finally breaking free, cascading down his cheeks. There, in the gray reality of despair, with Gibbs on the line, he realized he didn't have to carry his burdens alone any longer. And that was the first step.