A/N: Hey everybody! This is my first attempt in a while to write. I had started two years ago but I never went beyond a chapter or two. This one will be different, and I may even get back to those. Wish me luck!

The team had been investigating incidents of unexplained behavior at the shipyard for the past week. It had been found that someone had been dosing sailors with PCP but they hadn't yet identified the culprit. They had been searching the office of one of the suspects, who as initially cooperating, but suddenly lashed out with a concealed box cutter. Agent McGee was caught off guard and was slashed across the arm and face. As he fell away, Gibbs and Tony tackled the sailor to the ground. Ziva called for help and within two minutes, Tim was loaded up and on his way to Bethesda.

Tim was foggy, but he listened to the chatter in the ambulance as they arrived at the hospital.

"Patient is male, mid-thirties. Pulse 110, BP 150 over palp. Involved in an altercation with an armed assailant. Injuries are an approx four inch laceration to the left cheek and twelve inch to the right arm. Bleeding is under control." came the voice of one of the EMTs.

"Thank you. Mr. McGee, I'm Doctor DiLaguardia. Are you in any pain other than from these cuts?"

"No, ma'am." He winced as he said it. Talking is not easy with the side of your face cut open.

"Can I give you something for the pain? Do you have any allergies to medication?" The doctor inquired

He wasn't one to complain about pain, but he could really feel the deep cuts.

"None that I know of, ma'am."

"Good. Nurse Carlyle! Take him to exam one. Give him 100 milligrams meperidine IM and start a saline IV."

"Yes Doctor."

Tim was wheeled to the small beige room where nurse Carlyle began taking vitals and cleaning him up. Once he was satisfied with the results, he drew up a syringe.

"Mr. McGee, this should take the edge off. Dr. DiLaguardia will give you a local when she comes in and stitches you up in a few minutes." He said as he stuck the needle into Tim's bicep.

Just as the pain medicine started to take effect, Gibbs walked into the room, also with a few small cuts on his face.

"Doing OK, Tim?"

The medication was starting to take effect and he was feeling a bit woozy, but he smiled and answered,

"I'm fine, boss!"

Gibbs smiled, knowing all too well why he seemed so content.

Yeah McGee, you're fine he said to himself

Gibbs turned to leave but stopped as he heard something crash behind him. When he did an about-face, he found Tim twitching and jerking randomly. He asked what was wrong, but got no response from his young agent. He ran out of the room and began yelling for help.

"Hey, I need a doctor in here NOW!"

Dr. DiLaguardia and two nurses came rushing in. Tim had progressed to a full blown seizure. His wounds, which had been stabilized, were oozing blood again. She didn't know what was happening, but was determined to find out.

"Four milligrams lorazepam IV, now."

Gibbs was in a panic, something that didn't often happen.

"What's going on? Tell me what's happening!"

DiLaguardia didn't answer; she was focused on her patient.

The nurse injected the drug into Tim's IV and the seizure began to subside, but he still didn't regain consciousness. The doctor began examining his vitals and found he had a temperature of one hundred six degrees. This doesn't make sense. she thought. What could cause this?

"I need cooling packs in here! Get them under his arms, legs and neck."

The nurses hurried to break the ice packs and get them to the vital points on the agent's body as the doctor tore open a bag of saline and poured it over his still body.

Gibbs was very visibly shaken and was shouting for answers, but not getting any. He noticed that the doctor had paused. He turned to her and asked

"Doc, what is going on? Why won't he respond!?"

The doctor looked up at him, coming up with thought and asked "Do you know if Mr. McGee is on any medication?