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What could have happened between Tony being pushed, and going home for the night


As soon as he landed, Gibbs stripped out of and dropped all his gear and ran towards where he'd seen DiNozzo land. All he could do was hope that Tony's brief lesson the other day had been enough.

"DiNozzo!" He finally reached him and reached out to roll him over. His neck and limbs looked like they were all facing the right directions, mostly. He might be limping pretty badly for a few days, though.

Tony groaned lightly when he was moved. "Ow."

Gibbs sighed in relief and sat back on his heels. "How was the landing? Did you at least land on your feet?" He teased lightly now that he knew the other man would live.

Tony took a moment to answer. "Yeah... mostly." He grunted. "My knee gave out on me, though, and then I think I twisted it when I fell over." He grimaced, stupid sports injuries. He didn't mention that he landed pretty hard on his wrist when his knee refused to support his weight. It didn't feel broken, though, luckily.

"You wanna take a few days off?" Gibbs asked. The guy did just get pushed out of a plane while trying to read somebody his rights... he figured he might as well be nice this once. He was going to make Tony see Ducky for it, anyway, and Ducky would most likely have him placed on medical leave.

Tony glanced at Gibbs incredulously. "Who are you, and what have you done with Gibbs?" He muttered sarcastically. "Only if Ducky says I should." He hated having to take time off, he never knew what to do with himself when he had time on his hands. Well, he supposed that he could get a few cases done that Metro asked him to consult on occasionally. He was a detective before going over to the 'dark side', after all, and they knew that. And he did have that stack of missions the Director asked him to look over to see if an undercover was possible or advisable.

Gibbs hummed. "You good to stand up?" He asked. Tony was going to be sore soon enough, the sooner he got moving, the less stiff his muscles would get, and the less sore he would end up being. He would probably need help walking, though, no need to make that knee any worse before Ducky could look at it.

Tony did a quick mental run through of his body condition and how much his head hurt before nodding and reaching out a hand for his boss to grab and use to haul him up. As soon as they were up, Gibbs helped him unclip his gear while helping him stay upright, his knee wasn't cooperating. By this time, the rest of the Marines who had been in the plane with them finally caught up, and the drop zone pick-up truck had pulled up with the on-site medics. They had to be around during training exercises, training accidents did happen, after all.

Medics weren't always available out in the field, but that didn't mean they had to do without when they were safe at home.

"Sir! Are you alright?" One of the Marines called, feeling bad that they'd accidentally pushed the agent out of the plane. Well, at least he still had the sense of mind to pull his chute, although they all felt he pulled it a little early... Tony merely offered a thumbs up and a grin. The medic didn't say much, merely dropped to his knees to start poking and prodding Tony's, the way he was standing let the man know that something was wrong with it. The Marines had already filled them in on the fact that the NCIS agent had been pushed out of the plane accidentally, and they weren't sure if he was certified to be parachuting out of a military aircraft.

"Old sports injury. Didn't like the landing." Tony explained briefly. The man looked up and nodded while the other medic started shining a light in Tony's eyes.

"Well, you're already standing, that's a good sign. Do you have any dizziness, headache, nausea?" The second medic asked, and Tony shook his head.

"No, just going to be really stiff and sore soon, I think." Tony answered. Gibbs was silent beside him, keeping a hand on his elbow to help him balance without putting weight on his bad knee.

As soon as he'd seen Tony deploy his chute, he'd helped the CO restore order and placed their man under arrest before jumping himself with five Marines behind him. The rest of the Marines had stayed on the plane to guard their new prisoner, while the rest of them went to find Tony and make sure he landed alright, and to inform the medics at the landing point. It would take a bit of doing to maneuver themselves where they needed to land, since they missed the target, but they somehow managed to get close enough, and they'd kept on eye on Tony's chute the whole way down as well. Gibbs heart had stopped for a second when he saw Tony land hard, and then crumble and not move.

"Your knee is already looking pretty swollen, but I think you just twisted the joint." Medic One said, reaching into his kit for an ice-pack, a knee brace, and something to wrap around Tony's leg to keep the pack in place. "What kind of sports injury was it?" He asked.

"Shattered and reconstructed knee cap, college basketball. Ruined my chances of going pro in football." Both medics looked up in surprise.

"You passed your NCIS physicals and evals with a knee like that?" Medic Two asked.

Tony shrugged. "I had a very good surgeon." That, and he actually had to chase down a surprisingly small amount of suspects, and when he did he usually ended the chase pretty quickly, as opposed to playing a long game of basketball or football. He could still play the occasional game with some buddies, but that was laid back. A pro game? Forget it.

"Huh, well, I'm placing you on medical leave, and recommending that you see your regular doctor for a more thorough exam. Otherwise, you look like you landed pretty well..." Medic One's gaze suddenly honed in on Tony's wrist and he frowned before gently grabbing his arm and feeling it. "Hmm, I think you neglected to mention something." He muttered, and reached into his kit for a second ice-pack and a brace.

"DiNozzo!" Gibbs snapped, irritated. He hated it when the younger man tried to hide injuries. Tony cringed.

"Sorry, boss." He muttered, almost petulantly. While the medics worked on checking Tony, the Marines had gathered all the discarded gear the two NCIS agents had used.

"Alright, I think that's it. I don't think you will need to go to the hospital, your vitals look good, as long as you see your doctor first thing." The medics said sternly, and Tony grimaced before Gibbs hand landed threateningly on the back of his head. Not a slap, but a warning placement.

"He will be seeing Ducky." Gibbs growled, not happy Tony had tried to hide his wrist. The medics looked confused about who 'Ducky' was, but let it go, assuming (correctly) that this person was some kind of medical professional.

Tony winced at the tone, and mumbled out a 'yes, boss.' Gibbs rolled his eyes and kept a hand on his arm, supporting some of Tony's weight while they moved towards the truck to go back to base, where they would pick up the car and their new prisoners before heading back to Headquarters, the plane should have landed before they got there. The Marines had already hopped in the back, and several hands reached down to help Tony do the same, while Gibbs had absolutely no problem jumping up to sit on the edge with his feet dangling.

Now that the Marines knew he was alright, they could tease a little bit. "So, how was it, sir?" One of them asked, a small smirk on his face.

"Ah... it was alright. Would have been better if it was planned, but..." Tony shrugged with a small grin on his face.

"You planning on ever going again?" Another asked, and Tony actually gave it some thought. After the initial terror of being shoved out of an airplane, he had actually enjoyed himself. The view had been amazing, and the chance to be on his own without anything or anyone wanting his attention had been nice, too. Of course, the landing had been less than perfect...

"After some actual classes or whatever, yeah. I think I might." He finally said with a decisive nod. Gibbs smirked and shook his head. If Tony was going to actually learn how to 'chute properly, then he was going to make sure Ducky was on hand at the landing zone, just in case Tony's knee decided not to cooperate with the landing again.

Back at the base, they left the Marines to the dressing down from their CO (for starting a fight on an airplane, near an open hatch, and shoving an untrained NCIS agent out of said hatch) to take their prisoner back with them.

"This was a good day, boss. I mean, I'm not thrilled with all the paperwork waiting for us, but it was a good day." Tony hummed, looking out the window while Gibbs drove, carefully this time.

Gibbs only hummed his agreement.