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Tony wearily walked into the elevator, wincing as he accidently hit his elbow off the door, which in turn led to pain shooting up his arm - including his broken collarbone.

"I think we should start wrapping you up in bubble wrap," Abby told him good-naturedly. "You might get broken less."

"Thanks for that, Abbs," he smiled. "Good to know someone cares." She smiled back at him before stabbing at the button for their floor.

"Did that button wrong you in some way, Abby?" He asked as he watched her.

"I'm in a rush," she explained. "I need to get back to start looking at that car bomb. I only picked you up 'cause no-one else would."

"Says a lot, doesn't it?" Tony grumbled, staring at the ceiling.

"Don't be such a baby," she chastised. "They're all really busy. McGee's looking over security tape footage, Ziva's gone to the garage you had your car washed at, and Gibbs is stuck with Ducky, both trying to compile a list of who might have it in for you."

"Infamy, infamy! They've all got it in for me!" Tony wailed, before grinning over at Abby. "You know you want to…" He teased.

She closed her eyes for a moment, thinking. "One of the 'Carry On' films!" She announced victoriously. Tony had made her watch fifteen films out of 31 from the British comedy. "'Carry On…Screaming'?"

He shook his head. "'Carry On Cleo'. One of the best in my opinion, the old ones were the good ones, particularly…"

"Tony," she interrupted, knowing what she was going to say would make him stop talking. "I need to go give Gibbs a sit-rep of how you are."

"What?" he asked, confused. "Can't I tell him myself?"

"No," she said firmly. "If you had your way it would be a slightly sprained collarbone and you don't need to rest it or take pain meds for it. You also wouldn't tell him the doctors still aren't sure about the smoke damage to your lungs and that you need to take medication for that. I'm telling him what's wrong."

"Fine," he huffed as the doors opened. "But you're also telling him that the inspector wants to know exactly what happened." He nodded over to where Morris was trying hard to seem invisible, whilst trying to discern how much damage the agent had suffered.

"C'mon." Abby said, taking his non-injured right hand and hauling him over to Gibbs' desk, who was watching them expectantly.

"Is that what remains of my car?" Tony whimpered, pointing over to the photos of charred metal he had on the desk.

"'Fraid so," Gibbs said - not sounding too sorry about it. He looked over at Abby. "Well?" He said expectantly.

"Broken collarbone which he has to rest and take pain meds for," she said instantly. "And he may have some smoke damage to his weak, fragile, scarred…" She continued adding adjectives to annoy Tony, before finally saying, "…lungs, so he needs to take meds for that as well. He has been cleared to work though." She added, smiling at Tony as though this made everything better.

"Thanks, Abbs," Gibbs said, nodding at her. "You can go back to work now." She grinned and walked off, after patting Tony's (Non-injured) shoulder.

"I'm sorry I couldn't stay at the hospital and bring you back, my boy," Ducky apologised. "I was needed back here for some of my psychological profiling you agents seem to think I have a PhD in."

"It's okay, Duck," Tony smiled. "I got here eventually."

The M.E smiled at him and said, "Well, I'll just make myself scarce while you have your talk. I'll come back later, Jethro." He nodded at Gibbs and then left.

"Sit," Gibbs said, nodding towards a chair in front of his desk. "Talk."

Tony sat down and winced slightly at the movement to his shoulder.

"Hey, Boss, can I…?"

"In a bit, Tony," Gibbs said, his voice becoming slightly softer as he knew this sounded incredibly mean. "Take some painkillers later - we need you thinking clearly for this."

Tony nodded, not bothering to even wonder how Gibbs knew this was what he was going to ask for. Without being asked, he dived straight into it.

"Me and Bobby McGee…" He paused, wondering if Gibbs knew what he was on about. Seeing the glare, he continued. "We were walking into the garage, and I bet him I could open my car from far away. I managed it, and… Bang."

"Need a bit more detail, DiNozzo." Gibbs told him.

"Best I can do, Boss, I hit my head when it happened."

"Just try. What did you do as soon as you heard the explosion?"

Tony grinned. "Saw it first, Boss," he said. "When I saw it I dived behind a column. Soon as I hit the deck I heard McGee shout, but a piece of car hit me and I got a bit winded."

"That was the one I lifted off you." Gibbs said, waiting for an affirmative.

However, Tony looked down sheepishly and replied, "Ah… no, Boss. I got pinned by this piece, but managed to get it off. It was only after another one that I realised I couldn't get this one off. The first one must have hit me harder than I thought."

"McGee said you thought someone was stalking you." Gibbs told him, watching closely to see his reaction.

"Did I?" He asked, sounding quite dazed. "I must have. I guess I did…"

"What makes you think that?" Gibbs asked.

"I got a few calls today from some woman. She kept saying how I was denying our love, or something. Then I swear I heard someone taking photos of me today when I went to get the coffee. That's why I was so muddy. I went through the bushes. There'd definitely been a tripod there. I'm sure of it."

"You had any more calls from this woman?" Gibbs asked. Tony had sounded so serious, and he believed him more than he didn't believe him, but a few calls and thinking there was a tripod behind him…

"I don't know," Tony replied warily. "I haven't had the guts to check my phone from the hospital. D'you think whoever did this left a message? They wouldn't be that stupid, would they?"

Gibbs shrugged, "If you think they're stalking you, they'll probably be insane."

"Is that a hint to the fact that no one in their right mind would ever want to stalk me?"

Gibbs gave him a look and he grinned sheepishly before pulling his phone out of his pocket. Gibbs instantly knew someone had called when he saw Tony's face pale and look back into his boss's eyes, his own green ones wide.

"I've got a message from a withheld number." He said, and was about to pass it over, before thinking better of it. He pressed a few buttons himself, and before Gibbs knew it, he was hearing the message that Tony had put on loudspeaker.

"I didn't want to do this, Tony. But you're being obnoxious now - you're leaving me clues that mean something, before completely denying our love. I hope that we can meet again in heaven - God's love knows no bounds, and he will know I did it for the right reasons..."

Tony gazed at Gibbs, looking slightly worried. "Guess we found who did it."

"Yeah," he answered. "Yeah, sure looks that way." He leaned back in his chair, as he had seen DiNozzo do so many times before, and thought hard.

"Take that down to Abby," he told Tony. "Get it analysed, and get McGee to see if he can't trace it or something."

"On it, Boss." Tony replied instantly.

He was halfway out of the bullpen before Gibbs said, "And, Tony?" The younger agent turned around and raised an eyebrow expectantly. "Take your damn pain meds."

Tony gave the ghost of a smile, "On it."

~*~

Ziva arrived back in the bullpen to see Gibbs and Ducky in deep discussion.

"Did he not say who he thought it might be?"

"I didn't pressure him; he was too pre-occupied with the message they left. He's freaked out, Duck."

"Who would not be?" Ducky replied darkly, before seeing Ziva, and standing. "Hello, my girl. How was the garage?"

Ziva put her bag down at her desk before answering, "They all seemed very distraught at what happened. One of them described Tony's car as 'sex on wheels' and another seemed very excited at being allowed to polish it. Why men have these fascinations with cars, I will never understand."

"Did you get a time frame?" Gibbs pushed.

"Yes," she nodded. "At half past six this morning Tony dropped the car off before going to get some coffee."

"Half six?" Gibbs questioned.

"He pays well for his car, they say they are more than happy to have it in whenever he wishes," she replied, before continuing. "They washed, waxed and polished it and it was ready to go at eight. They say Tony was there to watch - apparently he does not trust others with it. However, he did leave to get coffee, as I said.

"Gibbs, I do not think it was them," she told him. "None of them seem very bright, and although Abby said the bomb was not perfect, I doubt any of them could have made one. And if they placed it when Tony went to get his coffee, Abby should find soap or wax residue on it, should she not?"

Gibbs nodded, "That's good work, Ziva." He complimented.

"Do we still have no idea who it was?" She asked, looking concerned.

"Tony thinks he's being stalked," he informed her. "Abby and McGee should be on it."

Just then, they both heard a loud, angry voice round the corner and burst into the bullpen.

"Oh would you look at that, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to let you go, I'm going through a tunnel!" Tony practically shrieked these last words as if the 'tunnel' was swallowing him, and closed the phone, turning to face everyone.

"Wasn't that unnecessarily loud?" Ziva asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Abby said she can't trace that call until she gets McGee back from security." Tony told Gibbs, not noticing everyone wince as his voice had gotten louder for no particular reason.

"Why are you yelling at us?" Ziva asked. Tony simply shrugged.

"Who was on the phone?" Gibbs asked, but again Tony didn't answer. Instead he walked over to his desk and sat down, rootling through the drawers until he found a comb and started to run one of his fingers down the teeth, making a small, annoying sound with it.

Ziva looked over at Gibbs and Ducky, hoping they were as concerned as she was, but they simply shook their heads at each other and said, in tandem, "Painkillers."

"Ah, Agent DiNozzo," everyone except Tony looked up when they saw Inspector Morris stood there. "Got through the tunnel, did you?"

"Excuse me." Ducky said to them all, walking away before starting to chuckle to himself.

"Can we help you?" Gibbs asked, as politely as he could.

"I just thought I'd have my interview with Agent DiNozzo now, Agent Gibbs," he informed them. "Just to get his opinions on what happened."

"Agent DiNozzo…" Gibbs began.

"Yeah, Boss!" Tony piped up, glancing over.

"Ziva, take him somewhere else," he told the mossad officer, before continuing. "As I was saying; Agent DiNozzo is in no state to discuss anything with you right now. He's just been involved in an explosion, and is having a reaction to the pain meds he was given. You can talk to him later."

The inspector sighed, but knew he was beaten at this point, "I'll come back another time." He muttered, and walked away - presumably to go and annoy someone else.

Gibbs was about to sink into his chair before getting a call from Abby.

"Yeah, Abbs," he answered, before nodding and saying. "I'm on my way."

Yep, it's one of those chapters where nothing happens :| Don't worry, I'll make sure loads of really interesting things happen in the next one :D

Oh and, the Carry On films… I don't know, they were probably shown in the US at some stage, but Tony's mum was British, wasn't she? I've decided that's where he found them. They are good though - well, the early ones were :)

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