Hey guys, this is my first fic and any comments are more than welcome. p.s I do not own NCIS however much I would love to. sorry it's a little short the next chapter will be longer, I promise.

The first time he awoke he expected to be lying underneath his unfinished boat, like so many nights before and judging by the headache, an empty bottle of jack next to him. He did not expect, however; beeping machines, scratchy bed linen, sterile smells and a group of nurses crowding around him, ordering him to calm down. How the bloody hell was he suppose to calm down! From his surroundings, he guessed he was in a hospital but if that were true then where were DiNozzo, Ducky, Abby and the rest of his adopted, dysfunctional family. And one fact that he didn't understand was WHY THE HELL WAS HE IN A HOSITAL IN THE FIRST PLACE.

Realizing he needed answers, and quick, Gibbs calmed enough for the machines to stop their war on ears and the cute nurses to stop restraining him. But when Gibbs tried to speak nothing happened, his throat was like sand paper, he tried again but all he got was a scratchy whisper that did not at all belong.

"Water"

Luckily one of the nurses heard and quickly fetched a glass and held the straw to his lips. Gibbs drank greedily and wondered when his last drink was and how he managed to make himself so dehydrated. He reluctantly stopped when a tall man with brown hair and eyes strolled in, he was dressed in a whit coat and smiled broadly when he saw Gibbs.

"Wow, it's good to see you awake, Agent Gibbs. To answer those questions that you're about to ask, I'm Dr. Downey and you're at Bethesda. After a quick checkup I will phone Ducky for you."

"What happened?" was all he could say.

"You were in an incident with Agent DiNozzo; you're lucky to be alive, sir"

"Don't call me sir" was his automatic reply, but then the words sank in and so did the fear, even though his face remained neutral "Wait, did you say 'with Agent DiNozzo'? Is he alright?" His gut was churning and he knew something was…what would Abs say? Oh yer 'Hinky'.

"He's recovered from his initial injuries, don't worry"

Gibbs relaxed, the man he thought of as a son was alright, thank God. But he still couldn't shake off the fact that he was missing something. So why not start off at the basics.

"How long have I been out for Doc?"

And just like that the smile disappeared. The Doctor's posture suddenly nervous and his gaze suddenly locked with his shoes. Gibbs knew he had hit the nail on the head there but how big the nail was he did not know.

"Doc?"

He was expecting few months and at very worse a year, but what he got was far more shocking.

"11 years"

Oh shit…

He he he I know I'm evil