Disclaimer: Sooooo....still don't own it.

Author's Note: This is a short one, so, yeah. Hey, and it was a while between me writing some of this so if there's a little something that isn't congruent...just ignore it, please.

"Boy, you gotta be real sick to get this much attention." - Michael Landon

Tony left soon after McGee and had to wait on the elevator that was apparently going down to Abby's lab, he groaned, "Come on, Probie, can't you go one hour without seeing your nerdy crush?"

Finally, the elevator arrived and Tony got in and headed down to the breakroom.

"Tom?" Tony called out. A boy with sandy hair stood up and looked at him with dull green eyes.

"You feeling okay, kid?" Tony asked, walking over to where Tom was sitting.

Tom squeezed his eyes shut tight and made an awful face before looking up at Tony, "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I-" Tom was cut off as he puked on the floor at Tony's feet. "Oh, god, I'm so sorry. I'm sick."

"Yeah, I kinda figured that," Tony said, grimacing, "Come with me."

Tony led Tom down to the morgue and had him sit in a chair. He walked over to Ducky and said, "Ducky, the kid's sick. He puked all over the breakroom. Anything you can do?"

"Oh, dear," Ducky said, walking over to where Tom was sitting.

"What seems to be the problem, my dear boy?" Ducky asked.

Tom threw up into a nearby trash can before looking up at Ducky, "I have Crohn's disease. Its mostly in my esophagus-" at that he began vomiting again.

"I don't know that there's anything I can do for that," Ducky sighed, "I can give you some medicine to settle your stomach, but it will only be temporary and will make you very drowsy. You should find some place to lie down."

Ducky stepped away from the boy and began rummaging through a cabinet.

Tony followed him, "Ducky, I'm supposed to be taking him to an interrogation room to wait for Gibbs."

"I'm sorry, Tony, but in his state I think his best interests are to take the medicine and sleep for a while. This boy is in no condition to be interrogated by Gibbs," Ducky explained, pulling a bottle from the cabinet.

Tony grimaced and nodded, "Can you keep him down here then? So I'll know where he is when Gibbs asks?"

"I'm sure that can be arranged," Ducky replied, patting Tony on the arm.

Tony walked back over to Tom, "Hey, Tom, Ducky's gonna find you somewhere down here to get some sleep. I hope that the next time I see you, you don't puke all over my shoes," he smiled at the boy who weakly smiled back.

Then Ducky came and handed Tom some medicine and bid Tony goodbye.

Just as Tony got into the hallway, his cellphone rang, "DiNozzo."

"DiNozzo, where the hell are you?" It was Gibbs.

"My kid got sick and puked all over the floor. I took him down to Ducky's; he's got Crohn's disease of the esophagus. I don't think he did it, Boss."

"Have you seen Ziva?"

Tony scrunched his brows together in concern, "She's not back yet?"

"Would I be asking if she were?"

"...Where do you think she is?"

"I sent her to get Dustin Walker and she never came back. No one knows where he is, either."

"Damn it!" Tony shouted hanging up his phone. He knew who was really behind this entire ordeal and he knew why.

A.N.: Now its getting obvious, I know.

By the way, the character Tom is based on a friend of mine who also has Chron's disease in his esophagus...just throwing that out there.

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