I seriously hadn't realized how long these chapters were when I wrote them. I can only hope you're still reading! Don't want to hold you up. Here's the next chapter! Disclaimer, summary, and warnings can be found on the first chapter.


"You finished with your report?"

Tony was startled back to the present and saw that Gibbs was standing in front of him asking something, but he wasn't too sure what.

"I'm sorry Boss, what was that?"

Gibbs frowned when he looked at Tony, really looked at him. His voice was raw sounding, he was pale for the most part, but there were signs of fever in his eyes and in his face.

"I asked if you've finished your report."

Tony blinked slowly at him and then turned his attention to his computer. Thankfully he had finished his report. He just needed to print it out.

"Err yes Boss. Just gotta print it out. Excuse me."

Tony quickly hit print and walked over to pick up the papers before signing off on them and putting them in a folder before handing the whole thing to Gibbs.

"Fine, get out of here. I better not see you in here till Monday."

Tony nodded and went back over to his desk to collect his things.

"You guys have a good weekend. I'm off!"

Tony said before giving a slight wave and then headed over to the elevator and his weekend. Gibbs watched as his Senior Field Agent walked away and frowned. He'd be making sure to stop by after work to check on him.

"Bye Boss."

Gibbs nodded to Ziva and McGee as they finally made their way towards the elevator and their weekend. He looked around his office space and sighed. Quickly getting to his feet, he went up to let the director know about the case and signed off on the reports before he made his way towards his vehicle. It only took him ten minutes to get to DiNozzo's apartment building. He quickly parked in the visitor's parking and made his way up to his agent's apartment. Knocking swiftly, he waited ten seconds before he knocked again. Frowning slightly, he pressed his ear up against the door and waited to see if he heard anything. He took out his emergency key and unlocked the door before turning the knob and going inside.

"DiNozzo?"

He waited a breath as he walked in and closed the door behind him and looked around. He locked the door and turned to see Tony's keys, wallet, and change in their usual spot.

"Hey DiNozzo."

Once again he was answered by silence and didn't like it. Moving further into the place, he noted the bathroom light was on underneath the closed door. Knocking softly, he called out once more to Tony. When still he didn't get a response, he knew something was wrong. Turning the doorknob, he was greeted with a cloud of steam and the limp form of his agent in the bathtub.

"Tony!"

Gibbs quickly knelt down by DiNozzo and turned off the water running over him. He then attempted to wake him up. He frowned at the heat pouring off his agent and turned his attention to a wash cloth
he found within arm's reach. He quickly grabbed it and rinsed it under the cold water of the bathtub and wrung it out before applying it to Tony's forehead.

"Come on DiNozzo. Wake up."

He wasn't sure how long Tony had been out, or what his temperature was, but he quickly got his cellphone out and called Ducky asking him to stop by Tony's place. It was about twenty minutes later when there was a knock on the front door and Gibbs left Tony long enough to go let Ducky in.

"Where is he Jethro?"

"I left him as I found him in the bathroom. I've been trying to cool him down with a washcloth…"

"Let me have a look shall we?"

Ducky tried getting Tony to wake up, but he couldn't seem to get him to. This bothered both of them, but he couldn't helping thinking that Tony was just resting.

"We need to get his temperature down."

Ducky removed the themometer he'd just placed into Tony's ear in order to see how high Tony's fever was. With his flushed cheeks and rapid breathing, it was hard not to know that Tony had a fever.

"Let's get him out of this tub and into something warm and dry."

Ducky left Gibbs to get Tony out of the tub while he went to find something for Tony to change into as well as to turn down his bed spread. Once the duo had Tony nice and warm in his bed, Ducky listened to Tony's chest and went to see what Tony had for medicine in his cabinet. Ducky started off giving Tony two Advils and went to fill a prescription for the build up he could hear in Tony's lungs.

"I shant be but a moment Jethro."

Gibbs walked Ducky out and figured he'd wait for the Scottsman to return in the livingroom. He heard moaning coming from the bedroom. He figured Tony was finally waking up.

"DiNozzo? You with me?"

Gibbs called as he got up from the couch and made his way to Tony's room. He frowned at what he saw. Within the time Ducky left to get the prescription and Gibbs had sat down in Tony's livingroom, he'd been sick. Therefore not giving the Advil time enough to make it into his system.

"Come on DiNozzo. I gotta get you cleaned up."

Tony moaned again and unconciously turned his head to be sick again. Gibbs managed to step back away from the mess, but he'd still have to clean Tony up. He removed Tony's shirt and threw it into the pile of yuck and then proceeded to lift Tony into a sitting position and managed to get him into the bathroom before he was sick again.

"When did you take time to eat?"

Tony just groaned again and fell against the tub. Gibbs pulled out his cell and dialed Ducky.

"Dr. Mallard speaking."

"Ducky! Gonna need you to find something to help DiNozzo with his nausea."

Ducky could hear Tony being sick through the phone.

"This is the fourth time he's done this, that I know about. Should I be worried."

"Only that he'll dehyrate himself."

"I'll see what I can do."

"Good luck Jethro."

The two hung up and Ducky sent up a silent prayer that Tony would be alright.

"Alright DiNozzo. Need you to stop that and drink a little of this."

Gibbs was sitting Tony up and attempting to give him some water to drink. Tony's eyes were glazed over, but he recognized Gibbs' voice. He wasn't too sure what was going on, but he knew Gibbs was asking him to do something.

"B-boss?"

"DiNozzo? You with me?"

"With... with you. 'at's going 'n?"

"You lied to me DiNozzo. We'll get to that later. Here, drink this."

Tony blinked a few times and reached for whatever Gibbs was trying to give him to drink, but either Gibbs was playing games with him or he couldn't focus enough to get the cup.

"Here, I've got it."

Gibbs held the cup to Tony's lips waiting for him to open them a little. When Tony registered what was happening, he opened his mouth just a little and Gibbs allowed a sip before pulling the cup away. Tony whimpered, which gave Gibbs the go ahead to give him some more.

"Small sips. That's right."

"Jethro!"

"Still in the bathroom, Duck."

Dr. Mallard had returned from the pharmacy with the pills and made his way back to Tony's apartment. He let himself inside and made his way towards the bathroom after getting confirmation as to where the two of them had gotten to.

"Any change?"

"He asked for the water on his own. I've only given him a little. Wanted to make sure it stayed down."

Ducky looked over to see a sleeping Tony and felt bad for what he was going to have to do.

"Anthony? Can you hear me dear boy?

Tony twitched a little, but didn't do anything more.

"DiNozzo, up!"

Tony jumped and nearly hit his head on the wall on his way up.

"Waz go'ng on?"

"Need you to take these and keep them down this time."

"If I promiz 'o later...sleep."

Tony's eyes started to close and his head nearly fell against the wall, again, but Gibbs caught him.

"Come on DiNozzo."

"Anthony, please. Your health is at risk. If you can't do this, then you'll have to go to the hospital. We all know how much you hate them, that's why we're trying to help you here."

"Here you go Duck. I'm gonna go clean up his room so he can get back to sleep after he takes the meds."

Ducky nodded and took Gibbs' place near Tony. Gibbs grabbed a few towels and set to work cleaning up with mess in Tony's room. He changed the sheets and comforter and was ready to help Ducky get Tony back to bed a few minutes later.

"Alright Jethro. Let's get the poor lad into bed. Hopefully this time he'll let the medicine work and it'll start the healing process."

Gibbs took Tony's left side and got him up to his feet before the two of them shuffled back into Tony's room. They allowed Tony to sleepily sit up on his bed for thirty minutes before allowing him to lay down. They wanted to make sure the medicine would actually stay down this time.

"It's about all I can do for him now Jethro. He'll have to do the rest of the fighting himself."

"I'll be here to cheer him on. Make sure he takes his meds."

"Alright then. Be sure to give him a bit of broth when he feels up to it. He should sleep most of the time. If his fever spikes, cool him down. If it gets too high, be sure to call me. Let's just hope it doesn't come to that. Shall we?"

"Right Duck. You have a good night. Thanks for coming."

"No problem at all. Keep me posted."

Gibbs nodded and turned his attention to Tony's apartment. He wasn't too familiar with Tony's place as they always stayed at his own home when Tony was hurt or sick. He shrugged and decided to take a look around after he cleaned up the bathroom. He knew Tony loved movies, he just couldn't imagine Tony with this large of a collection. He figured he'd have his favorites, but from the looks of it, every movie ever made was one of Tony's favorites. He sighed and took a seat on the couch and thought about what to make for dinner. Then he wondered if Tony even had food in his apartment. He quickly got up once more and moved towards the kitchen to see if Tony had anything edible. He sighed at the disappointment he saw. There was a six pack of beer. That was it. Shaking his head, he pulled out his phone and called Abby.


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