Why did they do something like that to him if they knew he was a fed? I thought Gibbs's head would explode when he told us. Jeez, since I didn't gasp he glared at me, I swear I gotta have a hole in my head where he stared. And Tony's eyes.. there's something wrong with them. I remember before, I couldn't see anything but green. Now there's something there, something vague, but there all the same. Something sad perhaps? Or anger. I dunno, just guessing. When I look at him now as Gibbs is feeding him, I can't help but feel sad for him. His cheeks are sunken in, eyes bulging slightly, his skin is pale, and when Gibbs cut his hair it just looked worse. But I'd never tell him that. Supporting him out of that bathroom was a piece of cake. He weighs less that aunt Meredith's dog... it's like a needle to the heart to see a once happy and healthy guy reduced to something like this.
"..and McGee, are you even listening?" Abby's voice pulled McGee out of his thoughts. He blinked and turned around to face Abby who looked gorgeous as always, hair hanging loose, no shoes, a black t shirt and slacks, "what?" she asked when she noticed McGee's stare, "do I have food in my face or something?"
"No.. you're just.. forget it, what were you saying?" McGee asked.
"I said, if they knew Tony was a fed, this could have been carefully planned by someone with a grudge against Tony" Abby said. McGee looked at her and sighed, Abby was smart, but if she got too involved in this case, she'd be worse than Gibbs, not at work, but at home. She would call him with Ideas no matter how farfetched they were, and what time of night or day it was, and she'd get angry with him if he fell alseep while listenng to her and come over, making him listen.
"Abby, I don't think you should get too involved in this, Gibbs is pe-"
"Gibbs is busy here, can't you see that?" Abby hissed and McGee turned his head to look at Gibbs and Tony talking to eachother at the sofa. He hated it, but she was right. Gibbs was needed here, "now we just have to convince Gibbs to stay here.. couldn't we put up some computergear so Gibbs and Tony could sit here and work?" Abby asked. McGee blinked.
"You want Tony to work?" McGee asked.
"Tony'll be going crazy, he needs work" Abby sighed as she rolled her eyes, "sometimes McGee I'd think you didn't even KNOW Tony" she said.
I rememeber getting drunk. And I remember going home, stumbling, and this three guys came over, demanding my money. They pushed me, and suddenly, there he was, Tony, grabbing them, getting beat up, but giving as good, maybe even better than he got,and the guys ran away. You took me to your home, I repayed you by puking my guts out on your expensive rug. I see you've changed it. Good choice. Then I got to lay in your bed and you sat in a chair and watched me, you gave me water and cleaned me up, you fed me and you took care of me over the coarse of two days. You washed my clothes, and got Ducky to come over and stitch me up. He stayed too. He stitched you up and told you to go to the hospital but you kept saying you're fine. When I could go home you aked me why I did it. Why I got so drunk I almost died. I said I didn't know. And then you replied that you knew. I asked you if you needed soemthing, or if I should give you money or something but you laughed. "You're my friend Tim, I'd do it all again if I'd have to" you said then.
"Are you alright Timothy?" Ducky asked. McGee blinked and looked at Ducky.
"Uh yeah, yeah I'm good, just thinking you know? About when Tony took care of me" McGee said. Ducky sighed.
"I remember that. I told him time and time again to go to the hospital, but he just kept saying how happy you'd be to see a friendly face when you came around. He knows of course, having spent as much time in hospitals as he has.. it's hard, isn't it? Watching him like this? Seeing this once so heathly young man like this?" Ducky said. McGee nodded briefly, "listen, Timothy, you have to believe he will be alright" Ducky said.
"I DO believe he'll be okay again, it's just.. he's my FRIEND you know, I want to be able to help him" McGee sighed.
"Then come with me and we will go talk to mr. Palmer, alright?" Ducky asked, "It'll be good for you to get out of here a little" Ducky smiled, got up and patted McGee's arm before walking over to Gibbs. "Jethro, I'll take young Timothy with me to visit Gerald and Jimmy, he needs to stretch his legs a bit" Ducky smiled and frowned as he heard Tony starting to cough deeply. Gibbs sat him up and patted his back as Tony gasped for air after having coughed.
"How long has he been coughing like this?" Ducky asked. Gibbs looked at him.
"It's dry coughs" Gibbs mumbled.
"It is not! Anthony, I just need to listen to your lungs a bit" Ducky said. Gibbs pulled Tony slightly forwards, as Gibbs pulled up his shirt. Ducky placed the cld metal part against Tony's skin and listened, "could you cough for me Anthony?" Ducky asked. Tony coughed, and Dukcy frowned, "Alright, I'm putting you on a broad spectrum antibiotic Anthony, I don't like the sounds of those coughs" Ducky said as Gibbs lay Tony down again.
"Just what.. I needed.." Tony panted harshly.
"It'll be fine Tony" GIbbs said as Tony closed his eyes briefly.
"You think...it's back.. don't you.." Tony panted.
"The plague? Honestly it didn't even cross my mind until you asked" Gibbs said. I'm a liar. Great. "Tony.. " Gibbs sighed as Tony's eyes put hard against hard and stared a hole in his soul, "I dunno, okay? I don't know if it's back, I don't know if it's just an infection, I just don't know, I'm not God" Gibbs said.
"All you.. have to do.. is...to be.. honest" Tony said and yawned.
Honest? I think you're dying in front of my eyes Tony. Withering away in front of me. But in my heart, I believe you'll hold on forever.
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AN: Hi again people! I tried butchering my toes the other day. Three of them to be exact. I was shaving my legs (don't look at me like that, I could hear lumberjacks yelling timber when I shaved them), and I noticed I have hair on my toes, so I shaved it off. Noticed it hurt about two minutes later and looked down. Blood was seriously seeping don into the drainage, and I couldn't resist recreating the shower scene from Psycho. People came running to see what I was screaming about. So that's one thing I'll remember NOT to do in a hospital. You just try explaining you were having fun when it sounds like you're being killed :P
Revieeeeeeeeews? Please? puppydog eyes
Disclaimer: I.. need... delicious... brains...must...hunt... DPB. Hail him.. yes.. .brains...
