A/N: So I finally gave in to my love of Tony/McGee friendship stories and decided to begin a series of one-shots chronicling their interesting relationship. Some will be tags to episodes and some won't be, as indicated. There will be NO slash. Updates will be irregular; there may be more than one at a time.

Title: Babysitting Duty
Pairings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: McGee gets stuck keeping an injured and very loopy DiNozzo company.

Babysitting Duty

"Thank you sooo much for my DVD player," Tony drawled lazily, waving the portable machine through the air. "It's gonna be fuuuuun."

McGee mentally groaned. He couldn't believe he got stuck with babysitting duty when DiNozzo was not only awake, but also jacked up on an insane amount of painkillers. He sat down in one of the standard hospital chairs and sighed.

"You're welcome, Tony." He glanced at his watch. A whole six hours until Ziva relieved him. And he would be extremely relieved when that hour rolled around.

"We can watch Indiana Jones!" Tony said excitedly, reaching for the stack of DVDs with his good arm and watching as they toppled onto the floor one by one. "Oops."

"I'll get them. Don't move that arm," Tim warned, scooping up the multiple cases and glancing at his friend's bandaged shoulder. Only Tony could leave to pick up a suspect and get a bullet to the arm out of the experience. They still hadn't found the guy.

"Come sit next to me, Probie." Tony patted the bed. "We can watch together."

"I'm okay over here, actually," McGee said. He held up the sweats he'd brought with him. "You wanna put these on now? It's not exactly warm in here."

"I'm good," Tony said, struggling with the DVD case.

"You two okay in here?" A doctor poked his head into the room, smiling at them.

McGee nodded. Tony dropped the DVD, and the doctor left.

"That's him! It's him!" Tony suddenly leapt out of bed, ripped the IV out of his arm, and streaked out of the room, his flimsy gown trailing behind him.

Shocked, McGee gaped for several long seconds--then he sprang into motion, snatching the sweats off the chair and tearing down the hallway after his partner.

"TONY!"

~line~

Tim chased Tony, who was chasing the "doctor," all the way down the stairs, out the door, and down the street. When his quarry turned the corner, he cursed and quickened his pace, rounding the building.

Only to stop suddenly when he found Tony sprawled triumphantly on top of the other man.

"Got him," DiNozzo said smugly.

McGee leaned over and gulped in welcome breaths of fresh air, staring incredulously at the completely non-winded man grinning goofily at him. Underneath DiNozzo, the suspect groaned and moved feebly.

"Get off him," McGee ordered, producing a pair of handcuffs.

Tony sighed and pat his prey on the cheek. "Sorry, buddy. You shouldn't have messed with us." He stepped aside so McGee could properly subdue the man. "You know what this reminds me of, Probie?"

"A movie?" McGee guessed dully, checking the barely conscious man's pulse.

Tony's face lit up. "A movie! Great idea! We should watch one, McGee!"

"Yeah, sure," Tim agreed mechanically, finally content with his examination. He reached into his pocket and withdrew his phone. "Gotta call Gibbs. Just sit tight."

"Ya know, I never got that one, McGee. How does one 'sit tight?' I mean, are you supposed to contract your butt muscles or something?" He giggled gleefully. "I'm not even sitting, McSilly."

McGee paused in dialing to take a look at the injured man. He watched as Tony's eyes crossed and uncrossed, and sighed.

"C'mon, Tony, let's get you back to the hospital. Those painkillers are going to wear off before too long. Put these on; if you freeze to death, Gibbs'll kick my ass." He tossed the sweats at the other man and hoisted their suspect to his feet.

"MCGOO!" Tony wailed, a horrorstruck expression crossing his face. "Why am I naked?"