Title: Where's Tony?
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Tim had seen a body that looked familiar, it was trapped beneath a truck and a really torn up car. He watched as the firemen used the jaws of life to free the man and now they were doing emergency care on his injuries. The man's blood was oozing from a head wound and he had lower frontal chest trauma. He watched as they started the IV and placed a cervical collar around his neck and pulled him from the twisted metal onto a back board.
Tim bent down to see the man's face clearer, there was no doubt who the man was; no doubt at all.
"This man's been shot!" An EMS called out to his partner, the wound was definitely a sucking chest wound and his heart rate was through the roof. No doubt this was the cause of all the traffic mess, the man had been attempting to get to safety or he was running from the law, regardless, he was dying.
" Bethesda is the closest hospital, put a call in to their ER!" Carl instructed, mostly yelled, at his rookie partner. The man lying in front of them would die in the next few minutes if they didn't act fast.
Tim moved back out of the way, he knew he needed to call his boss, Gibbs, but the scene before him had captured his attention fully, he had to see how it ended, he couldn't just walk away.
The newest man handed the hand phone to Carl, who started rattling off vitals and amount of blood loss, "He also has a sucking wound to his right chest, his heartrate is over 200 beats per minute. I need an order for a chest tube and additional IV fluids, and a possible volume expander." he was asking, but also telling them what he needed, he had seen it before.
The voice over the other end of the phone gave permission and the order to transport ASAP." The paramedics hands went to work, changing his gloves and pulling out a kit with a scalpel and then he quickly cut off the man's jacket, making an incision in his side and pushing in the clear colored tube into his chest with a bit of effort. The man did not respond, he was too out of it, he allowed the intrusion without even a whimper.
"Second IV started!" the rookie called out, and as soon as the dressing was placed and the tubing was taped, then they were off with their charge. The ambulance doors were open, the engine had been started and it was ready to go with their injured patient.
"I'm a federal agent." Tim called out, "Can I ride with him?" Tim couldn't leave the man, he would call Gibbs from the hospital.
Carl nodded and pointed to the front cab, it would take both paramedics to keep the man alive. Tim ran and got inside, just in time, because as soon as he closed the door the ambulance jerked forward and was off to Bethesda.
Tony's Apartment
Palmer did not want to disturb the back area, it was definitely a crime scene, but he also wanted to make sure that Tony wasn't inside bleeding to death.
He moved forward then turned around and motioned for Abby to throw him a pair of gloves. Tony was his friend, and if he had to admit it to anybody, he probably had a closer relationship with Tony than he did with Dr Mallard. It was a different type of friendship though, one built on trust.
"Palmer, Gibbs told us to wait for him to get here." Abby nervously chided, not wanting to wait herself but not wanting to tick off Gibbs either.
"I'm just going to take a look inside, the back window is not covered and I think I can get close enough to get a good look inside." he wanted to wait, he really didn't have a death wish. He took caution not to create any unnecessary sounds, just in case the person who had caused the gruesome mess outside still might be around. He felt obligated to his friend to at least take a look inside.
Palmer, after several seconds, finally reached the back door and placed his face as close to the window without disturbing the glass, he could accidentally smudge a fingerprint if he wasn't careful.
"Abby, we have a victim down in the kitchen, seems to have a fair amount of bleeding going on, looks serious." he relayed back to the woman standing in the back area. "We have to get inside, it could be Tony!" he shouted, feeling his own adrenaline flowing now.
"Tony?" she asked, her pale skin went even paler.
"Don't know, he's facing the wall, he has a Hawaiian shirt on and a pair of Bermuda shorts, that's all I can tell from here."
Abby picked up the phone and called 911, this was no longer a team thing it was a medical thing and she had to get help.
Palmer reached down to see if the backdoor, they hadn't checked it earlier, it was unlocked, and he turned the knob. He was careful not to disturb anything, especially careful since he didn't know if the person who did this to the man on the floor was still inside.
As he entered the darkened room, he walked over to the body on the floor, not expecting Abby to show up but suddenly she was there, beside him, looking down at the man on the floor. It wasn't Tony but it was his friend, Craig Bryson, from Tony's college fraternity.
"That's Craig, Tony's friend. Is he dead?" she asked, holding her purse close to her, the knife still in one hand the tazer in the other.
Palmer placed two fingers to the man's carotid artery and nodded, "He's dead."
A noise from the front room startled both of them and when they looked up. Gibbs now stood in the doorway of the kitchen. "Where's Tony?" he asked, hoping that he wasn't in the house but again hoping that he was, whoever left in the tarp was definitely dead, too much blood outside.
Ducky made his way around the very upset Leroy Jethro Gibbs, the man on the floor was now his patient. "What did happen here Carl?" Ducky made the statement as he bent down and assessed the wound to the man's throat.
Palmer stood, "Is your case in the car Doctor?"
Ducky nodded and pointed for the man to exit through the living room area, it was clear of any dead bodies.
Palmer quickly left the room, worried for his friend.
Ziva rounded through the rest of the apartment, "Clear!' she shouted, knowing that Gibbs would hear her from Tony's bedroom.
She looked around the room, bed made, everything in it's place, just the way Tony kept it. He once said that his bedroom was the only place he felt at peace and the room reflected that sentiment.
Tony usually acted juvenile but his bedroom was that of an Italian man, it smelled good, manly, in the room. His dresser organized, the room was spotless and everything was perfectly aligned, nothing out of order except one thing, and it caught her eye immediately. She walked over and placed her hand on Tony's gun case, it was open and sitting in the bottom of the closet, his gun was gone.
"Gibbs!' Ziva called for her boss, she wanted him to see what she was seeing. Tony's suitcase was sitting on the closet floor, packed, a large amount of money was visible from the opening in the case.
Gibbs quickly entered the room, he quickly spied what Ziva wanted him to see and he turned, without saying a word, he had a phone call to make.
Bethesda Hospital
The ambulance came to a sudden halt, the patient was removed and hurried towards the emergency room, Tim followed behind, flashing his badge as he entered through the forbidden doors.
(Yes, I 'm stopping here today because NCIS comes on tonight and I have to work on Saved before I get a few hate mails...just kidding about the hate mail...well kinda. Thank you again for supporting this fic and Saved...you guys are the best!)