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"Palmer is on the way up. Ducky couldn't leave, he is 'elbow-deep in a Lance Corporal'" said McGee, a look of slight disgust on his face.
Tony's breathing wasn't getting any better. They all surrounded him at his desk, worried and unsure at what to do. This came on so fast, they had no idea what could be wrong.
Tony began another round of coughing. It looked painful on his face and he clutched his chest. His eyes were pinched shut and the sound the coughs made were awful. Ziva felt like she should turn away when one of his coughs became bone rattling.
Gibbs and McGee sat patting Tony on the back. Afraid to take their eyes of the struggling and desperate agent.
Suddenly his breathing stopped mid-cough, and Tony flailed his arms up, signifying he couldn't breath. Gibbs whacked his back harder and harder.
"Where the hell is Palmer?" said McGee looking up indespair.
Tony looked up and the edges of the world were beginning to fade to black. Gibbs was whaling on his back, and McGee and Ziva were all but cheerleading for Tony on the side to breath and try and cough, but so far nothing.
Finally, with a whack so hard that Tony almost flew out of his chair, a moist gurgle was heard as air was finally entering Tony. Slowly, but it was still entering. Tony was still struggling to breathe, and Gibbs was still patting his back, trying to make it better.
With one more loud and powerful pound to his back, DiNozzo began coughing a little harder. It was harder like a struggle, but more like he was on to something, like a mission that only he knew about. He raised his hand in front of him mouth to catch whatever he was expecting to cough up.
Although he was expecting something, the something that came flying out of his mouth was far from expected.
"What's wrong ?" asked an innocent Palmer, approaching the group, still unable to see over the huddle of teammates. "Dr. Mallard sent me up to see the problem, and then I will relay the information back to him so he can make the proper …"
"Ohhh." Said a shocked Palmer. He was staring in shock, as was the rest of the people in the bullpen, at the clump of blood-tinged goop splattered on the back of Agent DiNozzo's hand.
They were pulled from their hypnosis by the wheezing sound of hyperventilation from their beloved teammate and friend.
"I'm gonna go get Ducky." Said Palmer, he knew he was in over his head. off to the races as he sprinted towards the stairwell.