"I'm only saying I think you should call your dad," McGee said as him and Tony were heading back from talking to a new widower.
"Yeah right so he can call me even more names. He made it pretty clear that he never wanted to see me again. He called me a sick, disgusting pervert when I told him that I was gay. He told me he doesn't want a fag for a son" Tony retorted.
McGee didnt say anything knowing he was touching on a hard subject for his husband.
It was in the middle of the winter and snow was falling pretty hard making it difficult to see. Tony turned the windshield wipers on.
"This snow is relentless" Tony said leaning a bit more to see outside.
Tony slammed on the brakes trying to avoid a dog that ran out in the road. The car began to swerve on the ice and Tony lost complete control of it. Tony heard McGee scream has the car went off road toward a tree. The tree got closer and closer, and then everything went pitch black.
Tony opened his eyes his head was pounding and his whole body hurt, Tony looked down at his body. And saw blood staining his clothing, the seat belt that held him in, and the seat itself.
"Tim" Tony said but there was no replie just silence.
Tony looked over to the seat next to his own and gasped at the sight. McGee's head was bent to the side, his face was covered in blood. Tony looked to see where the blood was coming from and noticed a large gash on his head. Tony looked over his husbands body looking for more injuries but couldnt tell from the amount of blood. "Timothy" Tony called his voice cracking.
Hot tears rolled down Tony's face stinging the cuts on his cheeks. Tony reached ot a shaky hand and touched his husbands shoulder softly. Tim didn't respond to Tony or the touch, just sat there his body limp and his eyes closed. Tony pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911 hoping he could stay awake long enough to get help.
"911 what's your emergency?" a male operator asked and Tony silently thanked god he had service. "I lost control of my car" Tony said his voice breaking in odd places.
"Sir are you there?" the operator asked after a long seacond of silence.
"I need help, I'm in alot of pain, and my husband isn't responding" Tony told him.
"Does he have any injuries you can see?" the operator asked.
"He has a gash on his head, it's bleeding pretty bad. I can't see if there's any more, too much blood" Tony replied.
"Okay sir can you give me your location?" the operator asked. Tony gave him the location of the road he went off of. "Okay sir help is on the way, I need you to stay on the line with me" the operator told him.
"I'm tired" Tony said his eyelids drooping.
"I know sir but I need you to stay awake," the operator retorted.
"How?" Tony asked he was getting more tired every second.
"Just talk to me" the operator replied, the operator got worried when Tony didn't say anything. "Do you like dogs?" Tony asked, and the operator sighed in relief.
"Yes I do why?" the operator asked confused by the random question.
"My husband owns a german shepered named Jethro, our friend who also works with us named him after our boss. He barks eveytime someone knocks even if it's next door. He loves to go for runs every morning with me and my husband. My husbands a writer, He wrote the novels deep six, have you ever read them?" Tony asked, it was making him feel better to talk about McGee and it was the only thing he could think of to talk about.
"Yes I have by Thom E Gemcity" the operator said.
"Yeah they're good books, I watch him write alot. Though he doesn't like it when I sit too close to him when I do, he says it distracts him." Tony told him. A few seconds later Tony heard the sirens of the ambulances. On the way to the hospital Tony kept asking if McGee was alright before slipping into unconciousness once again.
Days later in the hospital Tony's eyes fluttered open, Tony closed his eyes against the brightness of the room.
"Sir can you hear me?" a male doctor asked leanig over him.
"Yes" Tony replied opening one of his eyes and looking at the man, he had to be atleast 6 feet tall, with dark brown eyes, tan skin, and reddish brown hair. His upper lip was covered in slight stuble and it looked as if he hadn't shaved.
"Do you know your name?" the doctor asked looking at Tony.
"Anthony Dinozzo" Tony replied.
"Good, do you know where you are?" the doctor asked.
"The hospital" Tony said.
"Yes, can you remember what happened?" the doctor asked.
Memories of the crash began to flood Tony's mind. And his chest suddenly felt as though it was going to collapse and kill him.
"Tim" Tony chocked on his name and began trying to sit up. The doctor held him down, and Tony fought against his hold desperate to get loose.
"Calm down Mr. Dinozzo" the doctor told him as Tony struggled.
"Tim got hurt in the crash I have to see him" Tony said and he stopped fighting from lack of strength.
"I can't allow that until you're well" the doctor told him.
"Is he alright?" Tony asked desperately trying not to slip back into unconciousness.
"He's fine." the doctor replied just as Tony sliped back into unconciousness.
The black abyss seemed to swallow his whole body and refused to let him go despite how hard he fought. His body was cold and numb and felt so heavy. His mind was the only thing that didnt feel numb, the only thing he had controol over. McGee was afraid, the abyss had control over him and he couldnt braek it. He fought against it's hold on him, but it was too strong. He felt weaker and more tired with every seacond that passed by him. He was fighting to stay alive, when every fiber in his body screamed for death. He wouldnt give up, he couldnt not yet atleast, no matter how hard it was to fight he had to. He needed to see Tony atleast one more time before he died. His mind fought against the black abyss in a constant battle for life.
Just as he was about to give up and let death take him, he heard Tony's voice in the distance. Though it sounded so far away, McGee could make out with perfect clarity what he said.
"Tim you have to wake up, I need you, please open your eyes" Tony said.
McGee wanted to tell him that he would keep fighting. But he couldnt and he knew that, he began fighting harder then he was before but it did no good. McGee wanted to cry at the fact he wasn't strong enough to fight to wake up. Suddenly he felt Tony wipe his cheeks with his thumbs. He didn't understand why until he felt the wetness of tears slide down his face. McGee began fighting once again, fighting against the abyss that tried to take control over him. And suddenly his eyes opened and he looked at Tony. As his eyes opened Tony shouted for the doctor who came running in.
After the doctor checked his vitals and asked the same questions he had asked Tony almost two weeks ago he left. Tony hugged McGee and kissed him on the lips.
THE END