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Chapter 2
Gibbs decided it was time to check on Abby and McGee's progress on some computer thingy he'd never understand. So he grabbed his coffee and made his way to the evidence garage. He stepped into the elevator and waited impatiently, sipping his coffee as he traveled down. The elevator dinged and he walked out noticing Abby hard at work at the computers, but something more important and startling was the car in the middle of the garage. It was filling up with smoke, all the doors and windows closed, and he could just make out the person inside. It was McGee. As soon as he saw McGee catch his gaze, his agent's eyes closed weakly. Wasting no time, Gibbs dropped the cup of coffee, it meaning nothing to him anymore, and bolted to the car.
"McGee!" he yelled as he rushed to the passenger door, desperately trying to open it. It was locked. Dammit! McGee's eyes slowly opened and looked over at him sluggishly, his glazed over eyes pleading for help. Gibbs had to hurry or else his agent was a goner. An idea finally came to mind, and he ran to the driver's side and smashed the window open with a fire extinguisher. That British guy wasn't going to be happy, but Gibbs didn't give a shit; someone's life was worth way more than a dumb car. Reaching in, he slammed down on the emergency button and looked over at McGee. His eyes were closed and his chest was immobile.
"McGee, wake up! Tim, you are not allowed to die! Don't you dare die!"
By now Tony and Ziva had come down, and Abby had become aware of the commotion.
"Oh my god! I didn't even hear him, it's all my fault!" She cried as Tony held her back away from the car.
Gibbs ran back to the passenger side while he told Ziva to call 911 and Ducky. Gibbs swung open the door and dragged Tim gently out of the seat, laying him onto the cold cement floor.
"Tim! Tim, wake up, don't you dare die!" Gibbs said frantically as he lightly slapped his agent's face. Then realization hit him; his fingers flung to McGee's throat, looking for a pulse. All the color drained from his face when he couldn't find one.
"Is he-is he d-dead, Boss?" Tony said, his voice laced with concern. He could hear Abby sobbing, blaming herself.
"Not it I can help it!" Gibbs shouted as he tilted McGee's head back, pinched his nose and began giving him CPR. He was vaguely aware that Ducky had showed up and began to help him with the compressions.
It wasn't working. Tim wasn't breathing.
"Come on, Tim! Come on!" he yelled, his eyes becoming wet with tears.
The team stood, shocked and afraid to move, scared of what might happen it they did.
Finally, Tim's body jerked as he coughed violently. The team let out a sigh of relief as the blue tinge in McGee's lip faded and some color returned to his pale white face.
"Tim, your gonna be okay, your alive," Gibbs whispered stroking Tim's head as he continued to cough. His breathing slowed, still wheezing, knowing that someone was there for him. The paramedics finally rushed in and pushed Gibbs out of the way. He moved slightly, but hung onto McGee's hand as they put the oxygen mask onto Tim's face, placed him on a stretcher and wheeled Tim out. He let go when the paramedics rushed out of the garage and into the ambulance. As they drove away, Gibbs stood silently, watching them until they were out of sight. There was no way in hell McGee was going to get out of this without getting CO poisoning. He sighed angrily as he turned around facing Abby.
"What the hell happened?"