After a few minutes of riding in the car in silence, Tony felt his eyelids started to close, though he tried to keep them open. He wasn't feeling good at all. And he felt as if he moved so much as an inch, it would get ten times worse. One of the problems was that he was so cold; he couldn't stop himself from trembling. He was tired too, and suddenly he didn't know why he kept fighting it. He took in a shaky breath, exhaled and relaxed. Not long after that he fell asleep.

Gibbs had been watching Tony's struggle to stay awake. He now took a longer glance at his senior field agent, and noticed that he was trembling in his sleep, and that his face was unnaturally pale.

"McGee, how much longer until we get to the cabin?" He asked quietly, glancing back at his agent.

"Eh... Boss, I think we'll probably be there in like two hours."

McGee had closed his computer when they had started driving again after they had stopped at the gas station. He figured he wouldn't be able to concentrate anyway. He was a bit worried about Tony. He had never seen him get this bad before. Maybe it was something more than just carsickness.

"Shouldn't we get Tony to a hospital or something, Boss?" McGee asked.

"Yeah, we probably should," Gibbs answered after a short moment. "But you know what he thinks about hospitals."

"Yes, and the closest hospital would be back in D.C., and we don't even know if Tony really needs a hospital," Ziva added.

After that they all become quiet; all of them silently hoping that they hadn't just made a big mistake.

Ziva, lost in her thoughts, was startled when Tony suddenly coughed and began to stir in his seat.

"Ziva!" Gibbs shouted.

She knew right away what Gibbs meant, and managed to grab the bucket and put it next to Tony's face just before he vomited. When Tony was done, he just turned his face away, eyes closed.

"Oh… there are the pills," Ziva stated with a disgusted sound.

"Tony, how are you feeling?" Gibbs asked, concern in his voice. He felt his gut do a twist, as DiNozzo didn't respond right away.

"Not good," Finally came the answer. Tony kept his face turned away and his eyes remained closed.

"Need anything?"

The question surprised all three of the younger agents. Ziva and McGee exchange a glance, and Tony slowly turned his head towards his boss. He didn't understand if Gibbs was serious or not. Also, he wasn't sure how he should answer. His brain seemed to be working slower than usual.

"I'm… I'm a bit cold, Boss," Was all Tony managed to come up with.

Gibbs leaned forward and turned up the heat. As he did so he also leaned closer to Tony, and he saw that the younger man's forehead was covered in sweat. At the same time his shivering was getting worse, and his breathing was rapid.

"We'll be there soon, Tony. I'm gonna find a place where you can get some rest."

"Sounds fine, Boss," Tony mumbled. He was finding it hard to concentrate on Gibbs' words. Everything was foggy. He felt a little like he was under water, like the water was holding him down, making his movements feel heavy. And on top of that, something was going on with his stomach. It burned. The more he thought about, the more it hurt. When the car hit a bump in the road, he had to bite his lip to stop himself from moaning out loud. He didn't know what to do. He had never felt this bad before, not that he could remember anyway. He had felt pretty bad when he had the plague, but what he was feeling now was bad in a whole other way. The pain in his stomach increased as time passed. It burned. He didn't know if minutes or hours had passed. He could hear Gibbs, Ziva and McGee speaking, but he couldn't tell what they were saying and didn't know if they were speaking to him or not.

When Tony didn't answer when Ziva asked if he was in pain, Gibbs decided to stop the car. He pulled over to the side of the road and turned to face DiNozzo.

Tony looked even worse now than he had just half an hour ago.

Gibbs gently tapped Tony's shoulder and said his name. He got no response. He then shook the younger man a bit, and then Tony's eyes finally opened and met Gibbs'. Gibbs was slightly taken aback by the look of sheer pain in DiNozzo's eyes.

"Hey, hey… It's okay," Gibbs said softly as he squeezed his agent's shoulder. He could see that the younger man was on the verge of losing it.

"Please, Boss…make it stop… hurts," Tony begged. He didn't think, he didn't care. All he wanted was for it to stop.

Gibbs heart sank as he watched Tony's eyes fill with tears. With his other hand he took Tony's left hand in his. "Hey, Tony… Tony… where does it hurt? Tell me where it hurts."

"Every…where," Tony panted, tears rolling down his cheeks. He turned his eyes away from Gibbs and stared blankly at the roof of the car.

With that, Gibbs turned his head towards Ziva and McGee in the backseat. "Call an ambulance."