You know the drill: they don't belong to me……etc.
Standing in the pouring rain looking up at the mountain, Gibbs realized that he could no longer escape his feelings. The love he felt for Tony was getting to difficult to hide, and people where starting to notice. Snorting Gibbs thought that it was actually about time somebody noticed... they were supposed to be professionals after all. Squinting as he stared at the mountain again... the worry that had been present when the storm began was growing. Gibbs knew that Tony would be smart enough to leave the area with this weather but even after twenty minutes the man still hadn't come down.
Looking once over his shoulder Gibbs saw the lights of the tent his team had set up and where they were now seeking shelter from the rain, before he turned around and headed to the mountain. Tony needed help; he could feel it and he'll be dammed if he let the man he loved down.
The first two things Tony realized when he woke up were the fact that he was wet and that he couldn't breath, causing immediate panic. Only when his vision started to turn black once again, was Tony able to calm down enough to take a shallow breath and study his situation.
//The fall in which Tony had been dragged was fortunately a very short one, since a small extension in the mountain had been able to catch him in his fall, the man or woman who had fallen and dragged him down was nowhere in sight.//
Deciding that the extension was small but secure enough to sustain some movement, Tony decided to get some shelter from the rain. With small precise movements he succeeded in dragging himself towards the mountain's wall where Tony began to list his injuries. His right leg was hurting like hell, so he probably sustained some kind of fracture there, his left shoulder felt swollen and he could feel a trickle of blood running down his head. Still they did not frighten him to a large extend….none of them seemed serious enough to be life threatening. Trying to assume a more comfortable position to wait for rescue however brought a tickle of fear alive in him: it seemed as if someone had decided to stab a knife in his side. Doubling over in pain he coughed, and the tickle of fear became a flood, blood... he was coughing up blood!
Wiping his mouth with a shaking hand, Tony leant back... there was nothing he could do but pray that help would arrive soon...
TBC...