Gibbs held his boy close and begged him to come back to him but things only became worse. Tony's pulse began to become erratic, his breathing became shallow, and his skin became clammy. Gibbs felt his own heart begin to race in his chest. What was wrong with his boy now? What had made him vomit and cry? Why had he cried that he was a disappointment before passing out in his arms. Looking down at his boy's limp form he knew that he couldn't handle this on his own. He knew that he had to call an ambulance. He cursed under his breath. When he remembered that he left his phone on the kitchen counter. Not wanting to leave his boy he looked for Tony's only to find it buried under a puddle of vomit. To make things worse. Smoke was wafting up the stairs and the smoke alarm was screaming. He gently placed Tony on the bed and ran down the stairs. He switched off the stove, pulled the burnt pizza out of the stove and tossed it into the backyard. Before grabbing his phone, calling 911 and rushing back up to Tony's side. Much to his dismay when he got back upstairs. Tony was still unconscious and his face had turned red.
"It's OK Tony help is on the way." Gibbs whispered.
Derek Merandez and Taylor Wiggins had just returned from a late lunch break. When they received the call from dispatch. A man had been found by his father in a hysterical state. The father had tried to calm him down and find out what was wrong but the son had passed out before he could say what was wrong. The father lived on Laurel Street which was about twenty minutes away from them. They immediately hooped in their ambulance and rushed down the street to the latest emergency. They manged to miss major traffic, and people violating the laws and arrived to the address in just under fifteen minutes. They knocked on the door and announced who they were. The father yelled that he was upstairs. They rushed up the stairs and found the man holding his son. He had tears in his eyes.
"It's OK Tony the paramedics are here. You are going to be OK but when you wake up I want to know what is bothering you. Please don't leave me. I love you so much." Gibbs whispered.
Julian was helping Mark with his social studies homework when his phone rang. When he saw that it was Gibbs he excused himself right away. He figured that Gibbs either needed go out and wanted him to sit with Tony or Tony needed to talk.
"Hello?"
"Julian"
"What's going on Gibbs? Is Tony OK?"
"No he's not actually."
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know I came into his room and he was freaking out then he lost consciousness. I am at the hospital now they just took him back."
"OK uh Gloria is supervising an activity for her niece's youth group. So I am alone with my oldest boys but I will be there as soon as I can."
"Don't worry about it Jimmy is on his way and hopefully they will just send us right home."
"I will call you if I get news."
"Thanks"
Jimmy was glad that Breena didn't mind if he left again. Even though he had just been gone for over twenty-four hours. He ran through the living room on his way out the door. Breena was sitting at the computer scrolling through her Facebook feed. Suddenly she gasped and her shoulders tightened as though she was angry.
"What's wrong?" Jimmy asked.
"James Palmer how could you?!" Breena snapped.
"How could I what?" Jimmy asked.
"I was sent an invitation to a group called "Tony DiNozzo is worse than Hitler" and it says that you are already a member." Breena replied.
"What? I would never. I haven't even been on Facebook since your last ultrasound." Jimmy rambled.
"Then why are you in this group?" Breena questioned.
"Sometimes people automatically add certain people. I will remove myself right away." Jimmy replied withdrawing his iPhone and logging into Facebook.
"See that you do!" Breena warned.
Gibbs sat hunched over in one of the way to hard plastic chairs at Bethesda. Tony being in the hospital was getting old fast. Things only got worse when he heard one of the paramedics yell to a nurse to call a Cardiologist. He was sick of Tony suffering and having to see specialists. He just wanted his boy to be home with him. So he could help him start the long road to recovery in peace. He could and had helped Tony the hospital but there were restrictions on visiting hours and so many distractions. His typical lone wolf persona was temporarily gone. Right now he needed Julian and Jimmy. Julian was the strong and protective older brother, Jimmy was the goofy and sensitive younger brother and both were great shoulders to cry on. Him he was the father to three amazing boys. Maybe Jimmy was more like the cousin and his nephew because Ducky seemed to fit the fatherly role for Jimmy. He was just waiting for Julian. Jimmy was there but he had started feeling light-headed and gone to the cafeteria to get some food and check his blood sugar.
"Hi Gibbs, sorry I am late but Gloria was gone longer than I thought." Julian replied.
"It's OK like I said your boys come first." Gibbs replied.
"Is there any news?" Julian asked.
"Not yet" Gibbs sighed.
"I am sure he will be fine." Julian assured.
"I have never seen Tony like that. It scared the hell out of me." Gibbs replied.
"I can imagine." Julian replied.
Jimmy returned several minutes after Julian arrived. He fell into the seat on the left side of Gibbs. Julian was in the seat on the right side. Gibbs was struggling to sit up on his own. He had never felt old and weak in his life. As he had the past few days. Julian had draped his arm around him and Jimmy was holding his hand. All three men had tears in their eyes. At long last a cardiologist, Gibbs recognized from when Ducky was recovering from his heart-attack approached the group.
"Agent Gibbs are you hear for Agent DiNozzo?" Dr. Maxwell asked.
"Yes" Gibbs replied.
"How is he Fred?" Jimmy asked he had gotten to know Dr. Maxwell on a personal level during Ducky's recovery.
"I am afraid that Agent DiNozzo has suffered a heart-attack." Dr. Maxwell explained.
A/N: Who do you think is behind the Facebook page and what will happen when Gibbs finds out about it? New chapter will be up soon. Please review and thanks for reading.
