McGee watched as Palmer was loaded into an ambulance. His vitals hadn't been ideal, in fact, they were almost below average, and the bus had to get him to the hospital as soon as possible. Once the doors were closed, the sirens flicking to life, the ambulance sped away.

"I got a hold of Ducky and Abby," Gibbs said coming up behind Tim. "They're on their way to the hospital." McGee didn't respond, his eyes still locked on the ambulance. "Hey, he'll be fine," Gibbs reassured him.

"We barely found Palmer in time," McGee said quietly. "Tony and Ziva…"

"Hey," Gibbs said moving around Tim. McGee slowly looked up, green eyes locking on blue, and his boss continued. "We will find them. You hear me."

"But boss what if…" Whack: McGee winced when Gibbs' hand met the back of his head.

"We'll find them."

"Okay."

"Okay." Gibbs stepped away from him. He moved toward his car, popping the trunk. Gibbs headed to the back of the car, opening the trunk all the way. He dug around inside, pulling out two radios. He shoved one a McGee, pocketed the other, and shut the trunk.

He started back the way he had come from earlier, McGee hurriedly racing to catch up.

"How far did you get, boss?" Tim asked slipping on a piece of ice. Gibbs caught his arm before he could fall, steadying him.

"Here," Jethro responded letting McGee go. He pointed at a set of rapidly disappearing footsteps. "I was figuring we could split up. Keep in contact."

"Okay."

"Head that way, meet back here in fifteen."

"Okay." McGee and Gibbs split up, Tim flashing his boss one final look before the tan jacket disappeared into a bushel of trees. Please let us find them…

NCIS

Please let them find us, Ziva thought barely keeping a shiver at bay. She glanced over at Tony, who hadn't moved much in the past ten minutes. He was shaking violently, barely able to keep the tremors at bay. He was going downhill fast and Ziva had no clue how to stop it.

You okay? Was shoved under her nose, the notebook shaking in Tony's loose grasp.

"I was going to ask you the same question," Ziva answered concern gripping her stomach tight and not letting go.

I'm good. Was messily written and showed to her. It was a testament to how bad Tony's was getting, the simple two word answer. DiNozzo could get the Abbys sometimes. It was syndrome she made up where someone talked a lot. Sometimes Ziva wondered if Tony just liked the sound of his own voice. Other times, she knew it was for a distraction. But now, he could neither listen to his voice nor distract anyone.

"I am sure Jimmy has gotten help by now," Ziva said slowly, allowing Tony to lie to her. It was better than pushing for an answer he probably couldn't give even if he wanted to.

Yeah.

"And we will be out of here in no time." Ziva waited for the response; panic tromping on her worry when one didn't come. She glanced over at Tony, whose head had fell onto her shoulder. "Tony," she said slightly shaking him. "No, Tony come on. Wake up." she encouraged him to no avail. "Anthony DiNozzo you wake up!"

Ziva's eyes were stinging, her vision blurring, but she ignored it. All that mattered was Tony wouldn't wake up. He wouldn't wake up and there was no telling if Jimmy had gotten help or not. She wasn't sure what the correct American term was, but they were nailed. Totally nailed.

NCIS

McGee tripped over his own feet again, a cold chill running down his spine as a breeze blew past him. There had been no calls from Gibbs, nothing suggesting he had found anything, and their fifteen minutes were almost up.

Tim was continuing to feel increasingly frustrated by the whole damn situation. They should have been found by now. Why haven't they been found, yet?

He wasn't paying attention otherwise he would have seen it before slamming his knee into a something solid. He glanced up, the NCIS van looming over him.

"B…boss I found them," he said into his radio before tearing the door open. Ziva looked up at the sudden action, her dark eyes locking on McGee's.

"Help him," she said shivering slightly.

"McGee I'm heading to you. How are they?"

"Ziva's pretty banged up, but Tony worse off. Boss, he needs help now…"

NCIS

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