It was hot, extremely hot. He could not remember when it was hotter. He put the water bottle to his mount.
Shit, when did it become empty? Focus Gibbs! You are still a member short, so a little bit of awareness could be handy. Why is the desert hot anyway? Great question! Well done! Now, can we go back to looking for Tony?
Yeah, yeah sure. He walks slowly further, one foot than the next. Easy there, you don't want to fall again. That will hurt, you remember? What was he thinking anyway, walking away like that? You don't really think that Tony would walk away by his own free will, do you? But you can't know that, do you? Because you where helpless out cold on the ground! I got shot! Next time don't! You where supposed to have his back, not a defenseless sack potatoes on the ground. Who knows what happened after that. He is a grown man; he can take care of himself. Sure thing Gibbs, you getting shot and he not being here is prove of that. Said the sarcastic voice in his head. O shut up! Shit, this is not good; I hate conversations in my own head. Dammed DiNozzo where are you! I should never have accepted his invite to come here.
Two weeks ago, Tony had come into the office bragging that he had won two airline tickets to the Sahara desert. He had no idea who in his right mind would go there; he had seen enough deserts in his lifetime. But it seemed that he was wrong, Tony seemed happy to go. The whole day you could hear the senior agent talking about the future trip and asking people to go with him. I had no idea why he doesn't bring his girlfriend with him but his targets seemed to be Ziva, Abby, McGee and Ducky. Nobody seemed really interested and I don't think I can blame them.
It happened that evening, I had sent everyone home. Tony was lagging behind; I caught him looking at me. Dammed Tony, you don't really think that I will tag along with you, do you? Forget it! He must have read my eyes because he turned around to the elevator without saying anything.
"DiNozzo!"
"Yes Boss?" He could not hide the hope in his eyes and voice. Dammed, you are not doing it! You will kill your knees if you do. You are to old for this. Shit, you do everything for him!
"Give me the ticket." Like a kid who just received the best present of the world, Tony walked back to my desk.
And here I am, lost in the frigging desert, shot and without water, with no Tony. Just great!
There were no problems, they landed on a small airport in Algeria and one car was waiting for them to use. It happened after a few hours driving. The front wheel was shot; he could no longer control the car. Before we could do something we were surrounded by people that had clothes covering there faces.
"Get out of the car!" A man said with a heavy accent. I look to the passenger seat to see if Tony is alright, or eyes meet. Are you OK? Yes, are you?
What are we going to do? Better do what they say, for now.
Slowly they came out of the car, we looked warily to the people surrounding us, all of them had weapons and they were not pointing to the ground. Tony could not stay quiet for long.
"Hello, how are you? Nice meeting you here." Tony said with a big fake smile on his face. The man standing behind him did not react kindly to those words. In less then a second the butt of his pistol had connected with Tony's head. He felt to the ground instantly. I lost my temper right there and then. I punched a few men surrounding me but then I felt a sharp burning pain entering me. Shit they shot me! I see DiNozzo rising when he heard the gunshot; well at least he is not hurt badly. Crap! I don't think I'm that lucky. I feel my self falling to the ground. Everything is surreal around me; I'm starting to lose focus. Then I see a pair eyes full of concern. Sorry DiNozzo, for not protecting you better. Then everything becomes black.
"Tony." Were my last whispered words.
A/N
Please review. English is not my mother language so if something is bothering you, please say so, I try to change it. Thanks. Should I continue this story? This story came to me when I was sleeping and I have still no idea what to do with it.
