Sorry this updating thing is taking so long. And that this chapter is so short? Hmmm. Ill try harder. R&R please? :)

Tony woke up sometime late that night disoriented, hot and dizzy. It took him a second to remember that he was at Gibbs' house in his spare bedroom, and then he remembered why and sighed deeply.

"Way to go, DiNozzo." Tony thought to himself "You act like you're such a badass until you get hit by a stupid little cold. Gibbs has got to think you're the biggest wimp in the world."

Even though Tony knew this was going to be a bad idea, he climbed out of bed. The room tilted and whirled around him, and he had to grab onto the wall nearest to stay upright. He slowly made his way to the bathroom wondering what in the hell was wrong with him. He'd never had a cold like this before, maybe…No. He didn't want to think about that. He was almost there when suddenly he was racked with coughs so intense he had to double over. All of the air was leaving his lungs, and his vision was blurring. He knew he was about to completely loose himself when he felt a pair of strong hands grab him and steady him as he was lowered the rest of the way to the floor, his coughs finally subsiding.

Gibbs had been down in the basement working on his boat when he had first heard the heart wrenching coughs coming from the direction of the spare bedroom. "Damn DiNozzo." He muttered as he took off up the stairs in the direction of the spare room. Gibbs couldn't remember the last time he had heard Tony coughing so terrible, wait, yes he could…but Gibbs didn't want to think about it.

He skidded into the room, to find Tony doubled over coughing and gasping for air. He went to him and lowered him slowly to the ground. What had DiNozzo gotten himself into this time?

"Thanks, Boss. Sorry." Tony barely whispered when he was finally able to talk again. "Boss. What time is it?"

"Its 0315 hours, Tony." Gibbs scrutinized Tony before finally coming to a decision. "If you haven't shown signs of improvement by 0800 hours I'm calling Ducky. And if he says hospital, hospital it is. Do you understand?"

"Yes Boss." Tony sighed.

"Boss?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you…help me stand? I've really gotta take a leak, and what with the room spinning and everything…"

"Got it." Gibbs tried to save him a little dignity. It must be bad if Tony was asking him for help. He grabbed Tony under the elbow and lifted him to his feet. Holding on a tad longer than necessary to make sure he was completely steady before letting go.

"Thanks. Uh. Boss. Do you think I could take a shower?" Tony was slightly embarrassed and hoped Gibbs caught his drift so he didn't have to outright ask.

"Sure. I think I got some spare sweats and what not in the top drawer of the dresser that'll fit you."

"Thanks." Tony made his way to the bathroom and started the process of taking a shower.

Gibbs went into the kitchen and made some coffee as he waited to see how DiNozzo was doing.

Tony finished his shower, put on his borrowed clothes and made his way out of the bathroom finding Gibbs sitting in the kitchen.

"How you doing?" Gibbs asked him gruffly.

"Fine." He replied. "I think I'm just going to…going t.."

The coughing fit that erupted from his chest was completely unexpected and unwelcome. Tony doubled over as he continued to hack up his lungs. Gibbs could do nothing but watch but saw that Tony was really starting to be in some serious trouble so he walked around the side of the table just in time to catch Tony as he pitched forward.

There was no air. Shit. He was going to die. Tony could not get any air into his lungs and couldn't stop coughing long enough to even try. The lack of oxygen was starting to make his head spin, or maybe it was the room. All he knew was he was about to pass out, and just as that thought passed through his mind it happened. Tony sank into unconsciousness yet again.

Gibbs grabbed Tony and have dragged half carried Tony into the bedroom. He whipped out his cell phone as he laid Tony down.

"Ducky? We have a problem with DiNozzo. How soon can you be here?"

TBC....