A/N: This is my first NCIS fic. Please be kind.
Disclaimer: I do NOT OWN. I just borrow.
Read and Review PLEASE
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Jethro Gibbs walked into the bullpen with his customary cup of coffee; the day was starting normally enough. With a nod to DiNozzo he sat down at his desk and turned his computer on.
"McGee?"
"Yeah, Boss."
"I can't get this damn computer to start. It keeps telling me it's in safe mode, whatever that means."
McGee rushed over before Gibbs began pounding on the monitor, or kicking the CPU tower, in his own unique attempt to correct the problem.
"On it Boss."
McGee leant awkwardly over Gibbs as he tried to figure out what the problem was.
"McGee?"
"Yes Boss?"
"Do ya think ya could let me get up from here?"
Tony and Ziva were snickering.
McGee blushed and stepped back. "Sor—Um sure."
"DiNozzo?"
"Report almost finished Boss!"
"Ziva?"
"I have sent the new inventory list for the truck, to supply."
"While McGee fixes this damn computer, I'll be down with Abby, you better find something productive to do."
When he reached the elevator he could feel the pressure behind his eyes go up a notch, he knew he wasn't caffeinated enough. He also felt the odd tingly sensation in his left arm that he'd awoken with, returning.
Slept on it wrong
The doors opened to loud pulsating music, Abby was definitely in. He smiled at her bouncing, wild, gyrations.
God where does she get the energy… Can't just be Caff-Pow…You're just getting old Gibbs.
Abby bounced around and nearly knocked him over as he was turning off the cacophonous sounds she called music.
"Gibbbbbssss" She squealed as she squeezed the breath out of him.
"Abbs…can't breathe."
She backed away slightly chagrined. "Sorry,Gibbs."
"S'okay." He looked around at the four empty Caff-Pow containers.
"Have you been here all night?"
"No, I just came in early. I want to get my monthly reports done so I can be free this weekend."
"Well, I was going for more coffee but I don't think you need any more Caff-Pows."
She pouted a bit before saying," You're probably right, Ducky has been getting on to me about it."
"Yeah, he's right."
"Hey, no fair, you drink that high octane sludge 24/7."
"Yeah I do. You're not me." He pulled her to his chest and gave her a kiss on her forehead.
"I'll let you get back to it." As he walked out he heard her call.
"Bye my silver fox!"
His smile faded as he suddenly felt very tired. He leaned against the cool steel walls of the elevator wishing he could just go back to bed. The tingling in his arm was now becoming painful and he noticed he was beginning to sweat.
"Ah hell, I'm sick."
The doors opened and he walked quickly to the head. At the sink he looked at himself in the mirror. His face was ashen.
I look like crap.
Just as he was debating going home, his cell rang.
"Gibbs."
"Boss, we got a dead petty officer in Anacostia."
"Gear up, I'll be right there." With a sigh he snapped the phone closed.
He made his way to the car, each step harder than the first. His stomach decided to get in on the act and was now making him nauseous.
The Team was waiting for him to drive, but he just couldn't.
"DiNozzo, you drive."
"Yes, Boss. You all right Boss?"
Only Tony could get away with asking him that, but Ziva and McGee had looks of concern plastered on their faces.
"Just get in DiNozzo." He slumped into the passenger seat and waited.
The rest of the team looked at each other, silent questions flying between them. Tony shrugged and got in the driver's seat.
They pulled up to the scene where the local LEOs had cordoned it off. Gibbs was glad they had it secured; it saved him a lot of hassle.
He climbed out of the car careful to act like nothing was wrong but he felt like crap. He could feel Tony's keen eyes watching him; he didn't want to deal with DiNozzo being a mother hen.
"DiNozzo sketch the scene, Ziva pictures, and McGee evidence. I'll go talk with the metro cop who found the body."
Ducky and Palmer still weren't here and Gibbs stalked off without even looking at the body. He was afraid his stomach would betray him and he couldn't afford the integrity of the scene being compromised just because he was too weak to hold his cookies.
"Did you see that Probie?" Tony asked.
"Yeah I did, weird."
"Yes it is strange; I have never seen Gibbs pass up looking at the body first."
"Something's wrong." Tony felt a trickle of concern in his gut.
"What should we do?"
"Wait for Ducky, and you guys distract Gibbs while I tell Duck what's going on."
"Gibbs will be missed if he figures out what we are doing."
"Pissed Ziva, Gibbs will be pissed."
"Yes, pissed is what he will be."
"Speaking of—" McGee gestured at Gibbs now getting very intense with the cop he was talking too.
"Oh crap." Tony rushed over in an effort to keep an interagency war from starting. He heard Gibbs' voice getting louder.
"What do you mean you moved the body? Are you a moron?"
The young community service officer blanched.
"Sir, there were kids and I didn't want—"
"I don't give a crap rookie, you have just made my job a thousand times harder!"
Tony arrived to see Gibbs face purple with rage.
"Hey Boss, anything I can do to help?"
"Can you go back in time to stop this idiot from moving the body?"
"Uhhh no." Tony looked helplessly at the young man taking the dressing down.
"Then go do your damn j— shit." Gibbs reached up and clutched at his chest as his knees buckled underneath him. Tony grabbed him as he went down.
"Boss? Boss, what's wrong?"
Gibbs gasped, "Chest hurts…can't breathe…" with that his fiery blue eyes rolled back in his head.
"Go get help and call dispatch for a bus!" Tony yelled at the stunned young man. The young cop's feet became unstuck and he ran to find the other agents while calling for an ambulance. Tony winced as he heard him say "Officer down, officer down!"
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McGee and Ziva were far enough away that they couldn't hear what Gibbs was shouting but they felt sorry for the newbie policeman at the end of Gibbs' tirade. By the time Tony made it to the kid's rescue Ducky and Palmer walked up.
"Hey Palmer, hey Ducky." McGee said.
"Hello, Timothy. I see Gibbs is a bit miffed."
"I believe it is pissed Ducky." Ziva said.
Ducky laughed, "Yes, well that too apparently."
The four of them watched as Tony walked up to try to deflect some of Gibbs ire from the poor kid.
"I see Anthony has it in hand."
"Better him than me." McGee snorted.
They all smiled as they watched until they saw Gibbs collapse and the young cop yelling into the radio as he approached them.
Ducky, who was already in motion and with more speed than would seem possible to a man of his age, arrived as Tony was beginning CPR.
"Oh dear God Jethro, what have you done?" He knelt down next to Tony and pulled out his stethoscope.
"He just grabbed his chest and went down." Tony was sweating with the effort and his voice trembled.
"Stop compressions Anthony, let me take a listen." Ducky bent down with a trembling hand as he placed the bell on Gibbs' chest.
"Where's the AED?"
"In the truck, I'll go get it." Tony began to leave but Ducky pulled him back down.
"No, resume compressions."
Ziva, Tim and Palmer had arrived and were standing shocked as they watched their Boss have his ribs cracked by Tony as he tried to save his life.
"Jimmy, get the AED!" Palmer was already half way to the truck before Tony said anything.
"McGee, spell me."
Tony collapsed trying to catch his breath, as McGee took over. The sound of a siren approaching was the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard.
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