My first fan fiction, hope you like it.

Disclaimer- I don't own anything.

Screech! "McGee follow the car!" Gibbs yelled while running in the opposite direction.

He ran like the wind before stopping in the path of the oncoming car. The brakes screeched loudly and the criminal, Evans swerved violently.

Gibbs lowered his shoulder and braced himself for the impact. The car came head on hitting Gibbs and sending him sprawling.

"Boss, boss," McGee came up panting after handcuffing Evans. "Tony call an ambulance!"

"No!" Gibbs protested standing up and wincing. "I'm fine just a little banged up, that's all."

"You sure, boss? That looked like it hurt." Tony asked.

"I'm fine, DiNozzo!" Gibbs snapped, "Just get him into custody. Where's Ziva?"

"Right here, Gibbs."

Gibbs nodded and then made sure everyone else was okay. "Go home when you're finished. The case is closed. Get some rest."

McGee, Tony, and Ziva exchanged puzzled looks. "Maybe, he hit his head?" Ziva suggested as they watched Gibbs limp away.

"Nah, I'm sure he's fine." Tony assured.

Then Gibbs fell. His left leg gave away and he slammed into the ground. His face against the hard asphalt, he took a few deep breaths before looking the other way at his team. "A little help?"

"Or not," Tony exclaimed rushing forward to help him up. "McGee will help you get home. Won't you McGee?"

"Well, of course." McGee answered, "Let's get out of here."

After Tony finished helping Gibbs into the car he said, "And we, Ziva need to get Evans into custody."

But Ziva wasn't there. He hurried to the car that hit Gibbs but she wasn't there either.

Neither was Evans.

The criminal was gone and so was Ziva.

And it was entirely his fault.


"Okay, boss." McGee said dropping Gibbs off outside his house. "Call if you need anything."

Gibbs rolled his eyes and gave McGee the 'Gibbs look.' "For the last time, I'm fine McGee. Do I need to spell it out for you?"

"Um, no boss," McGee stammered then he drove away leaving Gibbs smirking on his doorstep.

When McGee was a couple of miles away he pulled out his cell phone and dialed Ducky's number.

"Hey, Ducky Gibbs got a little banged up today. Do you mind checking up on him in a little while?"

"Of course not, anything for Jethro. But exactly what happened?"

"He…got hit by a car."

"Oh dear, I'll make sure he's okay."

"And Ducky don't tell him I sent you, He'll be mad. He thinks he's fine."

"Of course, I won't say a word."

"Thank you." McGee said and hung up. He pulled into the parking lot and sighed.


Gibbs stood in his dusty basement, a hand axe in one hand and a glass of bourbon in the other.

He set down the bourbon and set to work on the new boat he was building which he was calling Allison.

Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his chest. The pain was gone as soon as it came and Gibbs ignored it.

About an hour later Gibbs felt like he couldn't breathe. He dropped his tools and collapsed on to the ground.