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Author's Note: This is a one-shot because I stink at writing multi-chapter stories. His fate is up to the reader, I guess.
The gun dropped from suddenly numb fingers and clattered onto the pavement below. Tony's hand shot to his chest and wrapped loosely around the bottom of his neck, gasping as ice clamped around his lungs and squeezed his heart. He couldn't breathe, oh God, I can't breathe.
Distant voices filtered through the panic. He lurched forward, but before he could land heavily on his knees, Ziva's arms surrounded him and slowed his descent. Her eyes were wide, scared and confused.
"Tony? Tony, what's wrong? What's happening?"
Tears filled his eyes as he gasped violently, his lips already turning blue from lack of oxygen. McGee was at his side, a hand clasped firmly on his shoulder, but was quickly shoved aside and replaced by Gibbs.
"McGee, call 911. Tony, can you hear me?"
He felt Gibbs' hand on his cheek. He coughed hard and could taste blood in his mouth, felt the wetness running down his chin. Gibbs' hand moved down and tightened around his arm, easing him down until he was lying propped against Ziva's chest. One arm went around him, the other hand was stroking his hair, but he could barely feel it through the panic tightening like a vice around his mind. He coughed again and more blood ran down his chin.
"Tony? I don't understand. There's no wound! Nobody touched him, Gibbs."
He thought he heard Gibbs whisper poison, but he could barely hear anything anymore, sounds coming to him as if he was underwater. His vision was darkening, his wheezing quieting, the blood frothing at his lips. He tilted his head up and looked into the eyes of the woman holding him. Her shiny eyes and the wetness on her cheeks were the last things he saw before the darkness overcame him.