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Everyday is Monday, Until It's Not

Ch. 2

The next morning was harder to get out of bed. He knew Gibbs would still be upset with his behavior on top of losing yet another agent. 'I've got to learn to keep my mouth shut,' Tony berated himself. He showered and once again found his car parked in its usual spot.

When he stopped at the light he spotted the blond in her yellow convertible. He managed a distracted wave at her smile. Again she turned off and he continued on his journey to the Navy Yard.

He waited again to get through security. Max greeted, "Good morning, Agent DiNozzo. Hope your Monday's not a moan day."

Tony froze gathering his belongings and must've appeared on the verge of passing out because a few people came to support him as he found himself sitting on the floor.

"Are you okay Agent DiNozzo? Would you like me to call Agent Gibbs? Or perhaps Dr. Mallard?" Max asked clearly concerned by the state he was in.

Taking a few deep breaths, Tony shook his head. "No, Max. Thanks. I'm alright. Must've been something I ate this morning," Tony smiled weakly, but didn't really fool anybody looking at him. They helped him to stand and he thanked them a bit embarrassed at almost fainting.

'What is going on?' he asked himself. 'I feel like Bill Murray in Groundhog's Day. Only this is a lot worse than being snowed-in in Punxsutawney!'

Tony dragged himself to his desk. Before he saw anyone he heard Ziva's voice asking, "Why so gloom?"

He forced himself to look at McGee's desk. There he sat paused in his typing smirking. "Maybe he is hung over Ziva. We should try to keep our voices DOWN."

Tony shook his head yet again. Of all days to be caught in a time loop or whatever this was. Why couldn't it have been a more positive day? He began to think about the movies and television shows that involved similar events. Sure this was real life, but wasn't the way to get out of the loop changing the outcome.

Just then Jimmy walked in with the files. Tony tried to reach him to take the files, but ended up bumping him and causing him to make a bigger mess.

"What did you do that for? Now Dr. Mallard will be fit to be tied since he's expecting me right back," Jimmy whined as he began sorting the files. Tony dropped down to help him as Tim and Ziva joined them.

Like the previous two days Gibbs showed up, Jimmy put the files on Gibbs' desk and the phone rang.

Tony hung his head, 'Not again. Please not again!'

"Grab your gear," Gibbs ordered and the agents followed him out.

"Where we going Boss?" Tim asked.

"Warehouse District on the Southside," Tony answered along with Gibbs who raised an eyebrow at him.

"Lucky guess," Tony shrugged dreading the events that were going to take place.

If there was a way to get the shooter before McGee got shot he would take it, but the rifleman was too well hidden until he shot at Tim.

'I can't let McGee die. Not again!' Tony racked his brain trying to figure out a way to alter the outcome. 'There's only one thing I can do,' Tony conceded.

As he saw the glint of sun off the rifle and McGee start to move he ran in front of his partner taking the bullet meant for Tim. McGee shot the rifleman and came to Tony's side. "What were you thinking?" he accused trying to apply pressure to the wound in Tony's chest.

Forcing the words out Tony said, "Saving your sorry life, Probie." Darkness came and then nothing more.