I am no medic, I don't know a lot about injuries, especially major injuries. I've read a lot of fanfictions, and I checked the internet. I hope this comes a bit close to the reality. Sorry if it doesn't. I've tried my best.

CALLEN37 has beta-read this story, thank you!

~Goldfishmind


Chapter 2

Tony slipped on the ice and fell. He automatically released Tim's arm and heard a loud smashing sound on ice as he hit the ice himself.

Tony had to lauch, wow; it had been a long time ago since he last fell on ice! He tried to climb to his feet, but slipped again. His second attempt did work. He looked around and saw Gibbs looking annoyed. Ducky and Palmer were stunned. Then he saw his partner.

"Hey, Tim," Tim lay still on the ice. "Wow that was fun Tim! How long has it been since you slipped on ice?" all he got as an answer was a soft moan. Tony got up and took a better look at Tim. "Hey, the camera is still alive! Well done Timmy," he said, laughing. What he didn't notice was Tim's shallow breathing.

"Tony!" he heard from the other side of the lake. Tony got up and went to Ziva, who walked to Tony. "What happened?" She asked, with a little bit of worry in her voice. "We danced Ziva, and Tim is tired from it." Tony looked back to were Tim lay, he had not moved since he had fallen.

Maybe something was wrong…


Tim felt nothing. He had fallen on the ice, and didn't knew how he ended up, laying flat on the ice. Actually, he couldn't think, or realise something. Everything was spinning around and he couldn't control his breathing. He could hear a voice talking to him, but he didn't know what was said, or who it was. He just lay there, trying to get control back.


Gibbs heard a thwack, and looked up. He saw Tony and Tim, both lying on their backs. What did those idiots do this time? Tony got up and talked to Tim, who didn't move yet; Idiots.

He turned back to the body and noticed a wound the guy had behind his ear. "What is this Duck?" Ducky moved to see the wound and inspected it. A few minutes later Ducky came with an answer "I think it is made by some kind of knife, I think it's a small knife." Gibbs looked back to Tony, who was talking to Ziva. Tim was stil on the ice. In the same position as how he had fallen…

"Tim? Are you okay?" Tony asked from a few meters away, he walked closer to Tim and saw that Tim's eyes were partly closed and his mouth was a bit opened. "Tim?" he knelt beside Tim's head and heard the shallow, fast breathing.

"Tim!" when he didn't get an answer, he yelled: "GIBBS! DUCKY! Who immediately jumped up from their position next to the dead body and made their way to Tim. They couldn't run, because of the ice. Ducky knelt beside Tim, and started checking his pulse, breathing and he shone a penlight in Tim's eyes.

"What happened?" Gibbs asked Tony.

"He fell; I think his head hit the ice." Palmer had already grabbed his cell phone and started to call an ambulance.

"His pupils are non-responsive and he doesn't react to pain. This is bad Jethro; he should go to a hospital as fast as possible."

The waiting was the worst...


A few minutes later, the ambulance came, and the ambulance staff brought Tim to the ambulance, and drove away, to the hospital.

The Team stayed at the scene.

Then Gibbs turned to Tony. "How did this happen?" he barked.

Tony felt like a small chick against the enormous eagle. Ducky stepped between the two Agents. "Jethro, we have a murder to solve, don't make a second murder on the same scene. I will go to the hospital to try and get information on our Timothy." He said before stepping into the ME van. Gibbs looked deadly at Tony, and also stepped into the van. Tony got back into his seat in the back of the van. He didn't want to see Gibbs' angry glares.

Ziva, Gibbs and Tony drove back to NCIS headquartes, Palmer and Ducky first drove to Bethesda, and Palmer also drove back to NCIS. He had to start the autopsy. The normal work went on, no matter what happened. The rest of the Team also started to do their usual work.

Tony avoided Gibbs; he really didn't want to hear a speech about 'playing' on ice, and above that, during work hours. Tony started to pull up the sevice record of their dead guy, named Noah Duran.

"Talk to me," Gibbs said while entering the squad room. Ziva started. 'Noah Duran, 35, Single , no kids, born and raised in Florida. Moved to DC after college, joined the Navy right after." Tony took over. "Worked 14 years in the Navy; . He has nothing suspicious on his record, no known enemies according to his CO."

"Someone must have hated him; he was shot three times, before dumped in a lake."

"Working on it, Boss." Tony said before walking back to his desk, and started typing. He almost felt Gibbs' eyes stare a hole in him. The man was obviously pissed and ready to kill him, which was logical. Tony was happy when Gibbs' phone rang.

"Yeah, Gibbs."

"…"

"What does that mean, Duck?"

"…"

Gibbs closed his phone and when Tony looked up; he saw that Gibbs was trying to hold himself in. Gibbs grabbed his coat and marched to the elevator.

"What happened, Tony? I've never seen him this furious. Something even worse must have happened to McGee." Ziva said. Tony didn't look up; he felt the tears almost drop.

His little brother….


BTW, I am sorry if your name matches a name from my story. I just pick names from sites, or books. I look what names are common, and use them.

Virtual hugs to CALLEN37, my beta.

~Goldfishmind