Chapter 4
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A/N: Chapter 4 is now up! Please R&R! 5 is on the way!
Tony had been asleep for a good 6 hours in autopsy. It was now 9:30am and all the NCIS staff were beginning to show up for work. Ducky and Jimmy still hadn't arrived, although Gibbs and McGee were already in the bullpen.
"Where the hell is DiNozzo!" cursed Gibbs, throwing down the file he had been reading and looking over at McGee.
"Uh..well…uhm.." stuttered McGee looking over at DiNozzo's empty desk.
"Are you capable of forming a sentence, Special Agent McGee!" shouted Gibbs as he stood up so fast he almost knocked over his coffee. He started to walk toward the elevator to go down to autopsy to see Ducky.
"Well…hes not here yet boss." said McGee. Gibbs stopped dead in his tracks, still looking forward. He slowly walked backwards until he arrived right in front of McGee's desk. He leaned over and put his hands on his desk, starring his straight in the eye. McGee gulped nervously.
"I CAN SEE THAT McGee!" he shouted, pounding on the desk. He stood back up and began walking back towards the elevator. "Call me as soon as he gets in!" he shouted, stepping into the elevator.
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Tony was still in autopsy. I watched him curiously. He had slept there all night long, staring at my body. Whenever he woke up, he got teary-eyed and had to put his head back down in his hands. I felt so bad for him. All of a sudden, the lights in the room went on and the doors slid open. In walked Gibbs with a furious look on his face. He looked around quickly for Ducky, and when he didn't see him, he turned to leave, scanning the room one last time. His eyes fell on DiNozzo laying on one of the coolers. He slowly turned around and walked over to where he was sleeping. Placing his coffee cup on an autopsy table, he bent his knees until he was level with DiNozzo's head. He starred him right in the face for about 20 seconds. He finally stood up.
"DINOZZO!" he shouted.
Tony's eyes opened and he jumped. Probably not realizing that he wasn't at home in his nice, comfy bed, he landed on the edge of the table and slipped. He made a desperate grab for the edge, but his fingers slipped off and he landed with a smack on the hard floor of autopsy.
Gibbs picked up his coffee and took another sip. He squatted down next to Tony. "What the HELL do you think you are doing, DiNozzo?" he shouted again.
Tony was winded and more than a little sore. "Uh..S..sorry bb..boss. Ouch. I was just sleeping…I ..uh..think.." he gasped.
Right then, the doors opened yet again and Ducky walked in accompanied by two people. My parents had arrived to say goodbye to their only daughter.