AN: So here the new one. God… I'm sick… this is really pissing me off. And I write one exam every day, minimum! The headache's killing me. I kinda feel like I imagined Tony to feel when he was sick :D Have fun.
Oh and I tell you again: I will NEVER kill Tony nor will I kill Gibbs or Abby, Ducky, McGoo or Ziva. I will never ever kill anyone of the team. Don't worry. I can't do that and I wouldn't like CD anyway :D
Chp.29
As he heard the sudding noise from downstairs his eyes widened. He thanked his lucky stars that he went to his room before going into the bathroom. So Tony went towards his drawer and pulled out his SIG. He heard the creek of the first step of the stairs and opened his door a little.
He saw the man carefully walking up the stairs, gun at his side, but finger on the trigger. Hate filled him when he thought of that man and how he shot his dad. 'Gibbs better be alive or you'll regret that, you asshole. I'll kill you and then hunt you down to hell and back just to kill you again!' He thought angrily and then banged open the door.
Without waiting a beat he doubled the attacker's heart. The man flew to the ground. His head hit the floor and he laid there, unmoving. Tony took two steps at once and hastily checked his pulse. After receiving none, he ran into the kitchen and spotted his father on the kitchen floor.
"Dad!" He yelled and kneeled at his father's side, ignoring the pain that shot in his still tender leg. "Dad? Dad, wake up!" He got no answer, so he took out his cell and dialled 911, then Ducky, while keeping one hand on the two wounds that were close to each other. When he was done, Tony threw the cell away and put pressure on the other wound. "Dad, please, wake up." He begged as tears came to his eyes.
The paramedics arrived soon. Ducky came a minute later, together with Ziva and McGee. "Oh my… what happened, Anthony?" The ME asked the young man on the ground, who was covered in blood.
"I don't know… I was upstairs when I heard the shots…" He explained, watching every move of the paramedics.
Ducky laid a hand on his shoulder. "Go with him. I'm sure the two of them can handle it." He said looking at McGee.
"Oh… ah… yeah. Yeah, we'll handle it, Tony. Don't worry." Tim answered, unsure of himself.
Tony shook his head. "I was the target… It should have been me. He shouldn't get hurt because of the failure I am…"
SLAP!
That caught Tony off-guard. "Anthony DiNozzo!" He cringed at Ducky's words. "You'll get up and in that ambulance right now, or god help me!"
The young Italian let out a sigh, before standing up. Ducky smiled at him and patted his cheek, before ushering him outside.
Once in the hospital, Gibbs was brought into surgery. Tony had to sit down in one of those uncomfortable chairs. It felt like hours before his dad was brought to a room in ICU. The doctor who did the surgery was talking to him now. Telling him things, he would never understand. Thank god that Ducky came in that moment, Abby hot on his heels. Before he could say anything, she tackled him and squeezed him hard.
Ducky patted his shoulder before concentrating on the doctor. Tony felt the warm wetness soak his shirt. He sniffed once. "I'm sorry, Abbs…"
She pulled back to look at him. "Don't even think that, Mister." She pointed a finger at him. "It's not your fault and you know it. I'm just glad you didn't get hurt as well."
"Thank you, Tom." They heard Ducky say to the doctor. Then he turned towards the two younger ones. "We can go to him now."
As he saw his father lying in the bed, with all those machines working on him, Tony went paler, if that was even possible. "I… I… I need to…" He pointed to the door and then stumbled out and into the next men's room and into one of the stalls. He kneeled down and vomited. When he was finished he leaned back against the wall and tried to breathe.
It was his fault his father got hurt that bad. He knew it. And he knew that everyone knew it and that they were blaming him. He couldn't face anyone now. And he couldn't stand seeing his father like that, knowing it was his fault he was in there. He just wanted to continue sitting on the ground, doing nothing.
Back in Gibbs' room, Abby had the older man's hand in her hand. She held onto him hard, like to show him he couldn't get away from here and anyone else who loved him. "Where's Tony?" She asked the ME.
"I don't know, Dear. Maybe he needs to calm down. It was a very stressful evening. The past month wasn't that good for our young boy." Duck answered.
In that moment, Ziva and McGee came into the room. They still wore their NCIS gear, so Abby suspected they came straight from the crime scene... Gibbs' house.
"How is he?" The mossad agent asked, coming to a stop at the foot of the bed with McGee next to her.
"It wasn't that bad. Two shots were through-and-throughs. The other one had to be removed. We're just waiting for the drugs to wear off, but otherwise he's perfectly fine. Maybe sore for a few weeks." Ducky smiled.
"Where's… the truck…" Came the slightly slurred question.
"Jethro! It's so good to have you back with us. How are you feeling?"
"That a trick question, Duck?" Gibbs growled and the ME chuckled.
"Oh god, Gibbs! I was so worried! I hear you were shot! And were in surgery and no one wanted to tell me! And McGee hung up on me!" The goth rambled, before hugging Gibbs hard.
He winced but didn't say anything. Instead he looked at Ziva and waited for her to do something. She soon realized what her boss wanted and slapped McGee on the back of the head.
"Ah!" Timy exclaimed and then pouted.
"Don't hang up on Abby again." Gibbs warned and felt Abby chuckle against him.
"Where's Tony?" McGee asked after a moment of silence, noticing the absence of the senior field agent.
Gibbs looked around now, too. His eyes widened with fear. "He okay, Duck?"
"Nothing happened to him, Jethro. He went to the toilette."
"That was like two hourse ago!" Abby realized and wanted to kick herself for not noticing.
"Well, what are you waiting for McGee? Get DiNozzo!" Gibbs ordered.
"Yes, Boss." McGee said and walked out.
"You, too, David!"
"Yes, Gibbs." She too went.
Gibbs took a moment to breathe. "He really okay, Duck?"
Ducky didn't answer right away. "I don't know, Jethro. Let's just hope he didn't do anything rushed.
AN: Should I have let Gibbs get into coma or something? I wasn't sure and I didn't want Tony to suffer any longer. Just tell me what you think. Thanks for the support and for reading this. Take care, Sina
