Flashing lights reaked havoc upon the light of dawn, as an ambulance pulled to a stop at the entrance to NCIS. Two paramedics jumped out and quickly grabbed the gurney and supplies as they moved towards the fallen agent. In one swift move they had him swung upon the gurney and were carrying him into the ambulance with Gibbs following swiftly behind them.
The trip was long, made longer by the three times that Tony had left the world. Though each time he came back, he wasn't improving his condition. If anything the ride was showing just how close he was to death. He needed surgery, he had too many wounds to simply be ambulanced up.
Gibbs bloodstained hands were upon his face, covering up his features as he desperately tried to keep from breaking down. His cell phone rang and it snapped him back to reality. The team didn't know where he was.
"Gibbs."
"Thank god...we were starting to think..."
"They dropped Tony off at the door...Kate he isn't doing good. Get to the hospital NOW!" Kate heard the phone click, as her hands grabbed her coat and keys. She grabbed McGee's collar as he walked in late as usual, and marched him right back out explaining what little she knew.
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By the time Kate and McGee had arrived at the hospital, Tony was already in surgery and had coded two more times. The doctor honestly said that he gave him little chance, and asked if anyone would sign a DNR in order to keep the young man from suffering more. But not one single person stepped up to sign Tony's life away.
Kate was asleep, hours had passed and no word had come. But no news was always good news, or at least thats what her dreams consisted of. Gibbs was pacing, digging a hole in the floor with his shoes as he kept his constant motion going. McGee was busy writing in a notebook, his next chapter of L.J. Tibbs more than likely as he tried to keep his nerves under control. Ducky was just sitting there staring into space as he awaited to explain the medical terminology for when the doctor returned. Though none would admit it, their souls were tied with that young agent. And they would never be able to get over his loss.
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The surgery was over, and it had gone well not great but well. Good news was he was in stable condition, but that critical label was still tacked onto it which made it not so good. His heart was under control, and the doctor's said he would be fine once he had a bypass. This made his coworkers breath a sigh of relief. Well, at least until they saw him.
He was laying in a CCU bed, hooked up to every type of machine known to the medical world. A breathing tube was down his throat, a series of high tech heart monitors beeped and buzzed with each whirl of the respirator. It was obvious their friend would have a long road to recovery, and it wasn't going to be peachy either.
