Out in the cold

by donttouch

Gibbs and Tony are left for dead in a storage room, after twelve days they get out, but Tony is terribly ill by then. To make matters worse it's almost winter and they have to find people. Both slash and non slash. Read and find out :D COMPLETE!

1. Chapter 1

Gibbs grabbed Tony's belt again and flung Tony's arm around his neck. Then he started the slow, agonizingly slow, way forwards. Tony was barely concious by now, fever raging through his body, wet coughs filling the crispy night air. Gibbs tried thinking of something different. His breath was showing in front of him. Then they stumbled again, Tony was shivering violently by now, heat radiating off the too thin body laying sprawled on the ground. Gibbs turned him over, surprised to find Tony's eyes at slits and looking at him. Though they were unfocused and glassy, Gibbs was almost sure Tony was actually seeing him.

"Hey" Gibbs said, laying his hand on Tony's forehead, frowning when he found it warmer than before.

"Gibbs?" Tony croaked, "where.. are we?" Tony slurred. Gibbs frowned.

"Remember the case Tony? We got locked up in a storage room for twelve days, we're out now, but we need to keep moving" Gibbs said as gently as he could.

"Oh" Tony replied dumbly. Gibbs sighed.

"Ready to go on?" Gibbs asked. Tony managed a small nod and Gibbs pulled him up. Tony would've fallen if it wasn't for Gibbs's not so strong arms. Twelve days without food and barely any water had made him weak. "Come on Tony, I don't have time to drag your sorry ass along through this forest" Gibbs said meaning to spur Tony into walking. Gibbs flung Tony's arm around his neck and grabbed the belt again, hauling Tony forwards. "Come on, stay with me" Gibbs said.

Tony had developed a fever the sixth night they were there. He'd started coughing and they had looked at eachother. Gibbs had asked him some questions, and Tony had replied with 'I'm fine' and 'nothing to worry about'. Gibbs wasn't fooled and kept a close watch. By the ninth day, Tony had become worse for the wear, and by the eleventh, he was out of it, mumblind incoherently and asking for his mother and God knows what else.

"Come on Tony" Gibbs said as Tony started sagging towards him. But the sagging continued and Gibbs had to stop, finally noticing that Tony was unconcious. "Damnit" Gibbs cursed, "don't you do this to me Tony, come on now damnit!" Gibbs growled just as Tony coughed.

Blood.

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