A/N: idk anymore (will post on AO3 also, author name in our bio)
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS
Numb
Tony knew the second his body hit the water he was gonna sink. It was winter in DC, and he fell through the ice, the freakin ice.
The team might have known he was there, but they weren't there. He was alone.
And numb. All his limbs were heavy, and he was getting colder by the second. And black spots danced around his vision. He was tired. He just wanted to sleep.
But he couldn't. Because then he would definitely drown before he had hope of anyone helping him. And his body kept reminding him that it was hurting.
He was overcome with a sense of loneliness and acceptance. He would die alone, and his team probably wouldn't even come. Maybe that's why he had no partner, maybe they planned this.
But that's okay. He'll wait for his team or death to come. And if it were death, he'd take that with pride and happiness. Because sometimes, waiting for the inevitable is better than hoping for something that really won't happen.
Because that's what he always does.