Dangerous Measures
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Also a huge thankyou to Kate for her fantastic work and support
"I wonder what that was about," Abby commented
"I dunno, but it didn't sound good," Tony replied
The team stayed in silence for a bit longer, waiting for something to happen.
"Well, at least we have some more leads. McGee, you got a location on your email guy?" Tony asked
"Yeah, I'll put it on your PDA," McGee replied
"Okay. Abby, keep profiling the guys with grudges against Gibbs, see if there's any connection between the suspects we already have. McGee, I want a background on the shrink, I wanna know everything from his first word to what he had for breakfast this morning. Also, look at those guys Gibbs mentioned, Robbins and Collins," Tony said, "Kate, you're with me,"
Kate and Tony went back to the car-park to pick up the car. They headed to Jones' house in silence, both of them lost in their own thoughts. Tony got out of the car as soon as he applied to handbrake, Kate close behind him. He knocked loudly on the door. After a few moments of silence, he knocked again more impatiently.
"Hang on," a voice called from inside
Eventually the door opened and a young man stared back at them, "Can I help you?"
Tony withdrew his badge, "Special Agents DiNozzo and Todd, NCIS; Naval Criminal"
"Investigative Service. Yeah, I know. What do you want?" the man interrupted
"Are you Toby Jones?" Kate asked
"Yeah. What's this about?" Jones answered
"Can you tell us about your relationship with Dr. George Wicks?" Kate asked
"Who?" Jones asked
"Also goes by the name of sexybeast8069," Tony supplied
"Hey, I had nothing to do with his death!" Jones defended himself
"We're not implying that. At the moment we just have some questions," Kate replied
"Forget it! If you wanna talk to me, you can talk to my lawyer," Jones said, closing the door
Tony put his foot in the door, "That can be arranged. Why don't you come back to the office and we can talk properly,"
"Piss off!" Jones shouted, trying to shut the door, "Get your foot outta the door, or I'll have you charged!"
Gibbs collapsed on the side walk as he legs gave way beneath him again. Rolling to his side, he tried to get back up, he couldn't afford to stop. As he got to his feet, he stumbled a few steps before falling down again. He coughed as he tried to get up again.
"Hey, buddy, are you okay?" somebody asked him, kneeling beside him
Gibbs nodded as he fell down again, "I'm fine,"
"You don't look it," the man replied, looking at his blood-soaked shirt, "I'm gonna call an ambulance,"
"No," Gibbs weakly argued, "I'm fine,"
But the man wasn't listening; he was on his cell, talking with an emergency operator. Gibbs managed to get back to his feet, staggering into the wall. He used the side of the building to keep himself upright as he tried to continue walking.
"Hey," the man said, putting the cell away and walking towards him, "You can't go anywhere in this condition, you're injured,"
"I'm fine," Gibbs croaked
He stumbled again and would've fallen hard on the ground if the man hadn't caught him and lowered him down slowly. Gibbs tried to get up again, but couldn't find the energy.
"Jesus. What happened to you?" the man asked
"Nothing," Gibbs wheezed, lifting his head as he began coughing again
The man helped him sit up as the intensity of the coughs increased tenfold. Rolling his head to the side, he threw up. Feeling the taste of copper in his mouth, he realised he'd thrown up blood. The man helped Gibbs lay down again. By now a crowd had formed, and were looking at Gibbs in awe.
"I don't want to go to the hospital," Gibbs whispered to the man who was helping him
"You don't have much choice," the man answered
"Hey! Why the hell are you helping him! He's a murderer. We should just let him die!" somebody in the crowd called out
"He's a human being, just like all of us. And he's injured, he needs medical attention," the man answered
"Huh, I bet he's been shot or something, fleeing the course of justice. We should finish the job," somebody else called out
Gibbs began coughing again, feeling blood dribble out of his mouth as he struggled to breathe. He tried to sit up to get more oxygen into his lungs, but felt somebody kick him hard in his chest and he couldn't stop the cry of pain that escaped from his mouth. Groaning, Gibbs rolled onto his side, pulling his knees to his chest. He heard the man who was helping him stand up and argue with the person who'd kicked him.
"Ahh!" Gibbs moaned, vaguely hearing people arguing and a fight break out. He rolled onto his back and saw stars dancing around his eyes as he fought to remain conscious. As he began to gag, he rolled onto his other side, exposing his back to the crowd.
Over the noise of the fight, he heard a siren approaching. He began wheezing again and his head felt fuzzy, he knew he was losing consciousness. He heard the sirens and other noises get quieter and finally fade out as the blackness consumed him.
Gibbs felt somebody shake him, then turn him onto his back. People were talking to him, but he couldn't make out what they were saying, it was like they were speaking in a different language. Somebody put something around his upper arm.
"Can you hear me, Mr. Gibbs?" somebody asked
Gibbs moaned and coughed, feeling the coppery tang of his blood again.
"Mr. Gibbs, my name is Kerry, I'm a paramedic and I'm here to help you. Can you open your eyes for me?" Kerry asked
Gibbs moaned again and slowly opened his eyes and saw a young woman looking back at him with concern in her eyes, "Call…me…Jethro," he mumbled
Kerry gave him a small smile, "We're going to prepare you for your ride to the hospital now…"
Gibbs closed his eyes again, hearing her voice start to fade off.
"Jethro, stay with me," Kerry called. Gibbs opened his eyes again, squinting at Kerry. "That's good, try to keep your eyes open okay? Can you do that for me?"
Gibbs tried to nod, but gasped in pain.
"Okay, try to keep your head still, Mr. Gibbs," Kerry told him
"Can't…breathe" Gibbs wheezed
Kerry put an oxygen mask over his nose and mouth, "Is that better?"
Gibbs made a 'sort-of' gesture with his hand.
"Good. We'll have you at the hospital in no time, okay?" Kerry asked, putting a neck-collar on him
"Mmm," Gibbs mumbled, closing his eyes
"Jethro, stay with me," Kerry said.
Gibbs opened his eyes, "So…tired," he mumbled
"I know, just try to stay here. How about you tell me about your job" Kerry suggested
Gibbs coughed, "Work for…NC…IS…Naval…Criminal…Inves…tigative…Service," Gibbs gasped, holding his chest hard, tears springing from his eyes, "Wanna…go to…sleep"
"Try to hang in there," Kerry said, looking up at her partner, "We have to get him to the hospital now,"
"Okay," he heard another voice, "On my count, one, two, three,"
He felt his body lift from the ground and by put on something softer. Closing his eyes, he let the warmth and softness surround him, taking him away from this place. He heard Kerry call him again but couldn't find the strength to open his eyes.
That's it for chapter 7!...Hope you all liked it! Please review!
