A/N: I'm updating as quick as I can, but updates should get slower after this – this is the last pre-prepared chapter I have. Plus I'm busy studying (Information Processes and Technology, for those of you who asked. I'm just coming to the end of winter holidays – between term 2 and 3). It's a little longer (I'm making a real effort in regards to length), and I'm hoping it will tide you over until my exams end. The teachers crammed a ton of tests into the first week back. Oh, and for those of you who thought I should put more emotion into that chapter, I wanted to focus on the impact it was having on his job, and how Gibbs was reacting to his 'daydreaming'. I think I've made up for it in this chapter. Thanks to the people who told me the varying penalties for running a red light, but I think I'll stick with my original guess – I can't figure out which one is right, and it fits the story well anyway.

A ton of people have guessed correctly – I guess writing it from Abby's point of view plus the car crash made it easier for you. I'm not really happy with the ending of the chapter, (although I love the beginning) but I did my best, considering what I know. Hope you like it!

The hot, muggy night air buzzed with life, the latest hits pounding through huge speakers, assaulting the eardrums of everyone within a 200 m radius. Strobe lights flashed brilliant colours overhead, sweeping over the room, watching as hundreds of young people danced to the music, trying to catch the attention of certain members of the opposite sex.

In the midst of it all, a brunette danced, having the time of their life. But for once, this brunette was not Anthony Dinozzo.

"Come on, Tony, lighten up! I thought you enjoyed the club scene!"

Tony had positioned himself at the bar, and had not even ordered a drink (to the chagrin of the bartender). His mind was solely on the job, as he scanned the room for Lt. Banks. Apparently he wasn't dead, just lacking a bit in the way of teeth. He bit his lip as he tersely replied to Kate through their concealed headsets.

"I just want to get the job done. There'll be plenty of time for celebrating later."

He wasn't about to tell her that his job was on the line. Especially with Abby listening in.

"Wow, Tony, you're beginning to sound a lot like Gibbs. It's kinda creepy."

Tony allowed himself a slight grin as his green eyes followed a pretty redhead – force of habit. "Just trying to keep my mind on the job, Abby."

"Alright, 007, have you located him yet?"

"No."

Kate made a sound of disgust in her throat. "We've been here for ages! I'm beginning to think he won't show up!"

"'Course he will. Mondays, Club 7. Wednesdays, The Spot. Saturdays, The Mermaid's Lagoon. The same schedule every week."

"Well, he sure is taking his time."

"Why are you so agitated, Kate? I thought you were having a good time with that big sailor over there."

Kate had the grace to blush as Abby snickered.

"I'm just trying to get some information, Tony."

"Yeah, his name, number, current relationship status – "

"This conversation is over."

Tony shook his head. He had promised himself that he was going to keep his mind on the job. No daydreaming.

He blinked as the flashing lights began to make him feel light headed and nauseous. No. Have to stay… alert. Flashing lights cause… dizzy.

The people on the dance floor all became suddenly sharper and clearer than he thought was possible, then cloudy and warped, confusing him. The floor seemed to warm and tilt as his mind became a blur once again, and he was only able to form one vaguely clear thought before he slipped out of consciousness.

Get away from lights…

Kate walked around, trying to socialize, hopefully earning some new friends. However, all the men she talked to would leer suggestively at her, and all the women would either back away slowly, or whisper to her that they 'don't swing that way'. Kate took a large gulp of her juice (nothing alcoholic while she was on the job). All these people seemed interested in was hooking up. No one seemed to care who it was, as long as they were the right gender. And even then, that was negotiable if they had had enough (or too much) to drink. No wonder Tony found it so easy to get a new date every month.

Noticing some very violent movement out of the corner of her eye coming from said commitment-phobe's direction, she turned, hand subconsciously reaching for her gun.

And there, still sitting at the bar, was Tony, shaking his entire body to the music, out of time and so violently that he had knocked someone's glass off the counter. And yet he still insisted on carrying on.

Kate groaned. "Tony, stop messing around."

She kept her eyes on him from across the room, as he continued to jerk violently.

"Tony, we don't have time for this."

She listened intently into her earpiece, wondering if he had answered, but she had just missed it. Odd… all she heard was a sound that was a bit like someone… gurgling?

All of a sudden, he fell out of his chair, still shaking aggressively.

Kate's eyes widened in shock. "Abby, I think something's wrong with Tony!"

Pushing her way through the crowd, she finally made her way to Tony. What she saw made her heart stop.

He was lying on the ground on his right side, tilting to his back. His arms were bent, and his body kept jerking, his head repeatedly hitting the hard wooden floor. A gurgling noise was coming from his mouth, and saliva tinged with blood dripped out of between his lips, which were now tinged an unhealthy blue. His eyes had rolled back into his head, and his teeth chattered uncontrollably, repeatedly biting hard on the inside of his mouth, causing it to bleed.

Kate was terrified. She could face terrorists on a daily basis. But this was one problem that she could not just put a couple of metal slugs into.

Various other party goers had thought he was just playing around – breakdancing or something – but once they realized that it was serious, they leapt into confused, chaotic action.

"Hold his down! Keep him still!"

"Put something in his mouth – he might bite off his tongue!"

"Give him some water – pour it in his mouth!"

"Call 911! He needs an ambulance!"

A crowd gathered as these various remedies were carried out, as Tony continued to shake and foam at the mouth.

And all Kate could do was stand there and watch helplessly.

"Kate? Kate, what's going on?"

Abby sounded frantic.

"Abby? Tony's having a fit – the ambulance is already on their way."

"What? What happened? Is he okay?"

"Hey! This guy's got a gun! And look, a badge! He's a cop!"

One of the guys holding him down yelled his find for all the world to hear, as Kate tried in vain to quiet him down.

It was no use. Every occupant of Club 7 had heard, and were clustering in curiously, all jostling for a better view of the convulsing cop.

Kate looked around. His cover was well and truly blown – but not hers. Maybe she could use this guy's outburst as a blessing in disguse.

Scanning the room, she quickly spotted her target. A man at the front of the crowd started at the news that Tony was a cop, and, quickly scanning the crowd started to edge away. If there was a cop there, he would probably have backup. He obviously wanted to get out of there before the backup found him.

"Freeze, Lt. Banks. Agent Todd, NCIS."

Too late.

The crowd backed away as Kate pointed her gun at the sweating man. His fingers crept toward a concealed weapon.

"Don't even think about it."

The lieutenant finally admitted defeat, allowing Kate to handcuff him and hurriedly read him his rights. That was one thing out of the way. Now to attend to the other, more pressing issue.

"Tony?"

Kate stooped next to her partner, who had finally gone limp and unconscious, and grasped his hand, worry etched all over her face.

"Is he okay?"

"… I don't know."

Bet you all know what it is now! If not, wait till Chapter 5! Please review! Oh, and by the way, all the methods mentioned are the incorrect methods of handling it. I'll try to mention the person who guessed it first in the next chapter.