AN: Oh god... I'm truly sorry I needed that long again. It's just... I have this illness... it's called writers block XD and not just that. I'm in driver's school now and it takes a lot of my time to go there and have practise or theory, whatever. I do try to write more. You got any suggestions for the story? Anything you wanna read, you tell me. Have fun with this. ILU Greg

Chp.14

His cell rang. He wanted to just let it ring, but ended fishing it out of a drawer. "Yeah, Gibbs?" He answered. He listened for a few moment. Then he stopped breathing. No. This had to be a nightmare. "I'll be right there. And he better be alive when I get there!" He hung up and sprinted up the stairs.

"Come on, man. I'm not losing you, ya hear? Come on."

"I called his boss. He'll be there soon. With his team I'd say. They want to process, we let them. Better say nothing. That only makes things worse."

A car came to a screeching halt and a grey haired man walked past the yellow tape.

"Sir! You're not –" The older detective waved him off.

"Special Agent Gibbs." He nodded.

"Jefferson. We're is he?" Ziva, McGee and Ducky walked towards Gibbs.

Jefferson pointed towards the wreck and Gibbs heart stopped. 'Please, God. He can't die.' He turned towards his team. "Process the scene. I want to know why this bastard wrecked Tony's car!" He ordered and they took off.

"I'll talk to the paramedics and see what happened." Ducky said.

Gibbs sighed and then nodded. He took a steadying breath and walked towards the Dodge.

"Come on, man. Sleeping on duty? What would your boss say to this?" David tried.

"That I'd slap him back to Baltimore if I catch him doing it." Gibbs replied.

The detective turned around and looked at the man. "I tried to keep him awake." He swallowed hard. Yeah, the boy definitely bonded with Tony. "Maybe you'll have more luck."

Gibbs nodded his thanks and the detective went away. The senior agent walked nearer towards Tony. "Tony?" The man in question's eyes fluttered open. "Hey. How you doing in there?"

"Dad." He whispered and it tore at Gibbs' heart. It was that voice that Tony always used when he was seriously hurt or when he was sick as a kid.

"I'm here, Tony." He reached into the car and stroked the brown hair. "You doing okay?"

"Hurts... and it's wet."

Gibbs looked inside and saw the blood. He didn't say anything about it. He didn't want to scare his son. "They'll get you out soon."

"I wanna go home..."

The whining. Just like a helpless kid. "I know. You're getting out of there soon. I promise.

"Sir? We have to cut him out now and it's going to hurt like hell. You wanna stay with him?" Gibbs nodded. "Get in the back and talk him through it."

Gibbs went into the back seat and laid his hands on his son's shoulders. He slowly stroked over his pulse. "You'll get out in no time, Tony. And then I'm never gonna let you drive again."

"Dad..." Tony stretched one hand backwards to Gibbs. It was bloody, but Gibbs couldn't care less. He took the hand and held it softly by Tony's shoulder. "... love you, Dad..." He whispered.

Tears pooled in Gibbs eyes. "I love you, too, Tony." He stroked over the younger man's pulse again. "I got you. I got you."

The firefighters began to work on the car. They sewed off the whole front of the car. Something pinched into Tony's stomache. It was a piece of the car and if they took the front of the Dodge off, they automatically would rip that piece out of Tony's stomache. So they had to remove it carefully before they removed the front.

Tony hissed as a new wave of pain flooded him. He tried to relax, but no such luck. His breath quickened and he felt dizzy. His eyes were blurry. He couldn't see clearly anymore. All he wanted to do was going to sleep. Just going to sleep.

"Tony. Don't go to sleep now. You can close your eyes, but don't go to sleep. Just focus on my voice. Can you do that, Tony?" Gibbs asked.

"I can do that." Came the weak reply.

"Oh god..." McGee now stood next to the wreck.

"Probie..." Tony tried to cheer.

Tim looked at Gibbs as if to ask for permission. When the older man nodded, he walked nearer to the car.

"How you doing, Tony?"

"Hanging in there." Tony joked and Tim winced. "It's okay, Tim. You don't have to watch this."

"I'm good, Tony." It was typical DiNozzo. He was hurt, but his only thoughts were if his friends were okay.

"I know... how much you hate blood." He clenched his teeth as they began to pull at the thing in his stomache. "Ah hell!"

McGee didn't know what to do. Tony had just given him the perfect excuse, but there was just no way he could leave his friend now. "Doesn't matter now." He walked closer to the car and took Tony's left hand in his. "You just... you know..." He stuttered. "Just don't break it... please."

Gibbs had to smile. On the clock they were always picking on each other, but you could see that they really liked and what was even more important, trusted each other. The senior agent scooted a bit nearer towards Tony and laid his chin on his son's shoulder. He began whispering words of comfort. Trying everything to make this easier on the boy.

"The hard part is starting now, Sir." The older officer, Jefferson, told Gibbs.

"Alright." The senior agent replied. He squeezed Tony's hand. "Just a bit longer, then you're outta here –"

"AAAAAH!" Tony screamed in pain.

"It's alright, Sir." An officer tried to sooth.

"The hell it is!" The italian screamed right back. "There's some fucking piece of metal in my stomache!"

"Tony." Gibbs' voice got his attention. "Close your eyes."

Tony looked into the rear-view mirror, searching and finding his father's eyes.

"Close your eyes." Gibbs softly demanded and the boy did as he was told. "Now you just listen to my voice. Don't think about anything, just listen." And Gibbs began talking. It was non-sense. Just things about his boat and sailing. And he let Tony squeeze his hand if he needed to.

"We're done, Sir." One of the firefighter said. "We'll just cut him out now. Would you apply pressure on the wound, please?" He asked and Gibbs did so.

After another 30 minutes they'd finally got Tony out of the wreck. He now laid on a stretcher and the paramedics loaded him into the ambulance.

"Are you riding with us, Sir?" The EMT asked.

Gibbs turned towards McGee. "We got everything under control here, Boss. You go with Tony. We'll meet you there." The youngest agent said and Gibbs nodded.

AN: That's it for this one. Hope you want more. Hey and could someone please do that challenge thingy? Pretty pleaseeeeee :D