Gibbs sat up in bed and watched Abby B. sleep. He could not believe that it was already their last day in Paris. He spoke with both Ducky and Tony every day and Tony seemed to be coming through his illness with no complications. He hated being away from his son when he was sick but Tony had begged Ducky to make sure that they continued their honeymoon.
"Good morning Jethro." Abby B. greeted.
"Morning sleepy head." Gibbs replied.
"How long you been up?" Abby B. asked.
"A while." Gibbs replied.
"Are you all packed?" Abby B. asked.
"Finished last night." Gibbs replied.
"Oh well I have a few things left." Abby B. replied.
"You want me to help?" Gibbs asked.
"No it's mainly toiletries. How about you go for a run? It's a long flight." Abby B. offered.
"That sounds like a great idea." Gibbs replied.
"Who's picking us up from the airport?" Abby B. asked.
"McGee" Gibbs replied.
"Do you think that Tony will be there?" Abby B. asked.
"Probably not he is still pretty sick and Ducky doesn't want to risk it." Gibbs explained.
"Well we will see him as soon as we get home than." Abby B. replied.
"I know I have just missed him so much." Gibbs replied.
"I know you have." Abby B. replied.
"Do you think he will like what we got him?" Gibbs asked.
"I think he will love it." Abby B. replied referring to the plastic model of Eiffel Tower they had gotten for him.
"I wish that we could have brought him with us." Gibbs commented.
"I do to but we needed time to ourselves." Abby B. explained.
"I know plus could you imagine if he had gotten sick on the flight?" Gibbs asked.
"Really I mean they can't exactly stop in the middle of the ocean if somebody gets sick." Abby B. replied.
"I think when he gets better I am going to take him to see everybody at NCIS. He hasn't been there since I retired." Gibbs explained.
"Oh he will love that!" Abby B. cried.
"I know I can't wait to bring our babies there." Gibbs replied.
"Speaking of the babies we find out what they are in two weeks." Abby B. replied.
"Great" Gibbs replied.
"What are you hoping for? Really?" Abby B. questioned.
"I don't really care as long as they are healthy. What about you?" Gibbs asked.
"I don't know I would like a boy and a girl I think one of each." Abby B. replied.
"Tony really does want a little brother." Gibbs commented.
Ducky was getting really concerned. It was two-thirty in the afternoon and Tony had not gotten out of bed yet. Even with his illness Tony was still up at six-thirty begging to go to school. Today however he hadn't heard a peep out of the younger man's room. His fever had spiked slightly the night before and his breathing had become more labored but Dr. Pitt had come over and checked him and said that was fine but to call him. Right away if anything changed. Ducky just hoped that Tony would be feeling better by the time Jethro arrived. Jethro's plane was due to arrive around twelve thirty that evening. If Anthony weren't in such bad shape that day. He was planning on surprising Jethro by sending him to the airport with Timothy.
"Tony's still not up yet?" McGee asked entering the house with lunch for himself and Ducky.
"No" Ducky replied.
"When was the last time you checked on him?" McGee asked.
"About an hour ago." Ducky replied.
"How was he?" McGee asked.
"His temperature was slightly elevated but his breathing was the same." Ducky explained.
"Maybe you should check on again?" McGee asked.
"I think you are right." Ducky replied standing up.
"Do you need me to help you?" McGee asked.
"I think I can handle it but if I need you I will call." Ducky replied.
"Alright well your lunch will be waiting for you when you get down." McGee replied.
Ducky knew as soon as he was upstairs and heading towards Tony's room. That something was going to be very wrong with the younger man. He pushed the door open the rest of the way and walked into the room. Tony was lying on the bed his face was a blueish color and Ducky could hear him struggling to breathe. Ducky took the thermometer off of the bedside table and stuck it under Tony's tongue. Even though he knew that it was already dangerously high.
"Timothy!" Ducky yelled.
"What is it Duck?" McGee asked running into the room.
"Call an ambulance and then Jethro." Ducky replied.
"What's wrong?" McGee questioned.
"He can barely breathe and his fever has spiked to one hundred and seven." Ducky explained.
"Oh no" McGee sighed.
"I know this is very serious. Both a fever that high and lack of oxygen can cause brain-damage. Something Anthony cannot afford any more of and still be cared for by Jethro." Ducky explained.
Gibbs exited the airport Starbucks holding his black coffee in one hand and Abby B's root beer in the other. Ten more minutes and they would be boarding the plane to head home. Soon after that they would be in the air and on their way back to DC. Back to Tony. Where hopefully everything was still fine. Even though his gut had been churning all morning. He hadn't wanted to tell Abby B, he hated worrying her when she was pregnant. Of course she would try to be strong and tell him he was just worrying too much. He got back to where him and Abby B. had been waiting. She was standing in front of the bench with her head hanging, arms crossed and tears in her eyes. He knew right away that something was very wrong.
"Abby what's wrong?" Gibbs asked.
"Ducky just called me." Abby B. sobbed.
"What?" Gibbs questioned even though he already knew the answer.
"Tony's been rushed to the hospital." Abby B. replied.
"What's wrong?" Gibbs asked.
"He has developed pneumonia in both lungs. Very suddenly he was fine last night." Abby B. sobbed.
"I am so glad we are going home now." Gibbs replied.
"Me too." Abby B. replied.
"I just hope we make it in time." Gibbs replied.
A/N: Just a warning Tony's death will occur in the next chapter. Gibbs will be with him though. It will be posted later in the week. Please review and thanks for reading.
