A/N: Sorry I'm not updating sooner I got a one-shot up but I barely had time to post that, let alone write this chapter :/ I just had this humongous project due yesterday and I felt like I hadn't slept in like two weeks because of it. Anyway, I'm sure nobody's reading this anyway, so onto the story!

"Gibbs."

"Hey, Gibbs, it's Abby. Um, you, uh might wanna come down here. Like now."

"Abbs-" Gibbs began exasperated at how busy things were.

"No, Gibbs. You don't understand, you like need to come down here now."

Gibbs sighed. "Fine." Gibbs relented as he stormed over to the elevator.

When the elevator came back up he got in and immediately pressed the button for Abby's lab.

Gibbs was still pissed. He knew Tony was hiding something else from him and it made him pissed. Tony was his Senior Field Agent, he shouldn't be keeping serious injuries a secret from him. The fact that he had done so before didn't particularly make things better, either. Sure, it meant he knew to expect this kind of behavior from Tony, but the fact that he thought it better to lie to Gibbs than admit he was injured. He assumed it was probably something his father had taught (and he used that word extremely loosely) him.

Gibbs put his annoyed face back on as he exited the elevator to Abby's lab.

He walked in to see an oddly silent lab and even odder, a silent Abby. She turned around when she heard him enter the room (how did she hear him?).

Instead of speaking, she simply placed a finger to her lips telling Gibbs to be quiet and she pointed to the other room. Gibbs sighed as he walked over into the other room. His eyes widened at a sleeping DiNozzo in the middle of the room.

He noticed the dried blood on the back of his head and large bump it had caused or caused it. Gibbs sighed. He didn't want to wake him up when he looked so peaceful. Yet again, he had to get him checked out. Gibbs crouched down and gently shook the younger man. After a few seconds of this, he heard an annoyed groan. Gibbs smirked.

"Hey, Tony, get up." Gibbs' voice oddly soft.

Tony groaned again and mumbled something about 'five more minutes'. Gibbs shook him harder, careful of his head injury.

Tony opened his eyes and saw Gibbs' face staring down at him.

His eyes widened and he scrambled backwards slightly.

"Uh, hey, boss. I, uh, meant to tell you where I was, but I guess I kinda…forgot." Tony winced, awaiting, the usually inevitable headslap.

When none came he opened his eyes and saw Gibbs rubbing his hands over his face wearily. Tony realized that Gibbs had to have noticed his bleeding head wound – of course he wouldn't slap his head.

Tony slowly stood and stretched his back for a few seconds before extending a hand to help Gibbs up. Gibbs stubbornly waved his hand away and after a few seconds, stood as well. Gibbs looked Tony over once again and couldn't help but notice how young Tony looked with his hair mussed from sleeping. Gibbs shook his head to dispel his current train of thought, and reached over to Tony and grabbed his arm to lead him to Ducky.

"Anthony, this could have been way worse than it was. You should have told us. Sadly, my dear boy, I'm going to have to advise you do go to the hospital. I can do the work needed myself, but it would probably be better for them to take care of it." Ducky finished decisively.

"Come on, Duck. You know me better than to think I'm actually going to go to the hospital." Tony retorted.

"You sure as hell are going to the hospital if he says so, DiNozzo."

Tony grimaced, Gibbs having came back from his coffee break just in time to hear Ducky's decision and Tony's attempt at evasion.

"Come on, boss. I'll be fine. I went the past few days without treating it and it was barely hurt more today. It's not like I'm gonna take any pain meds they give me," seeing the 'I-dare-you-to-try' look on Gibbs face, Tony added, "unless you tell me to, of course."

Gibbs smirked. "Well, I'm telling you to go the hospital and to take whatever they want you to. And if I have to sit there and babysit you myself, so be it. I'm not letting you sneak another injury by me." Gibbs' replied, annoyance about not being told blatantly obvious in his tone.

Tony sighed before hopping down from the autopsy table. Once they were both in the elevator, Tony asked, "Do I really have to go to the hospital, or were you just-"

"You're going." Gibbs replied, annoyed. Did DiNozzo really think that he would just let him work like this? Sometimes he worried about Tony's concern for his own well being. I mean, sure, he would make sure the whole damn world knew he had a tiny paper cut, but when it came to something serious, he didn't seem to care as much. At times like these, Gibbs got the urge to find DiNozzo Sr. and beat him to the edge of death and then shooting him in the head.

Sure, that sounded harsh. But he meant every word of it. Every. Word.

When they arrived at the parking garage, Gibbs remembered he needed to tell McGee and Ziva that he had found Tony. He pulled out his cell phone and quickly updated them on the situation. Once he was finished, he looked over to see Tony resting his forehead against the window of his car. His eyes were closed and Gibbs noticed the dark bags under his eyes. Gibbs sighed. He needed to help Tony more.

He gently shook Tony's shoulder to wake him and then they both got into Gibbs' car as they drove to the hospital.

A/N: Not sure if this is any good but I hope you liked it. Also, I know its short but I really have to go and this is all I have right now :/

Anyway, since I haven't updated in a while I was wondering if there was a particular story (this one included) that anyone wanted a quicker update on. I'm honestly writing a lot of the time I get, but that times becoming less and less. It sucks :/ Anyway, please review! I love hearing your guys feedback!