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Thanks to all reviewers and alerters, I have never had such a response to my Numb3rs and CSI NY stories (prob coz the genres aren't as popular) it is really appreciated!

On with the story! (PS it is not going to be a long one maybe another couple of chapters). I am working on two other stories as well, tee hee.

Gibbs hustled his charge into his car, 'Tony, if you need to, ya know, just shout, no heroes here bud.' With that he shut Tony in the car and got in. He looked across and was met with bleary green eyes. 'Aw hell Tony, why do you do this to yourself?'

'Pretty sure I didn't give myself stomach flu Boss?' Tony rasped, his throat sore from throwing up so much.

'Yeah but Tony you did drag yourself to work instead of calling in sick and battled through the morning and refused to see Duck.' Gibbs listed as he pulled away. His only reply was a sigh as his exhausted friend drifted off to sleep, head slumped sideways and mouth slightly open. What am I gonna do with ya kid? Gibbs thought to himself.

Gibbs left Tony in the car whilst he went to the Supermarket and stocked up on the makings of soup and other healthy foods and made a trip to the pharmacy gathering all of Ducky's recommendations and some painkillers. When he got back to the car some twenty minutes later and Tony had not moved a muscle but it seemed that twenty one minutes was the kid's limit as he suddenly bolted awake and started pawing at the door, a look of panic on his face.

'Aw hell.' Gibbs exclaimed as he dropped his shopping and leapt to open the door. Just in time it would seem as Tony chose that second to lose the meagre contents of his stomach onto the tarmac and then proceeded to hang limply from the seatbelt. 'Com'on DiNozzo, up we get.' Tony was aided back to a semblance of sitting upright and Gibbs decided it was time to get him home.

It didn't take much to guide Tony to bed, the young Agent had stayed before and made no protests as he was lead to the guest room, helpfully next door to the bathroom. Before long Tony was in his boxers and undershirt and tucked in by a professional. 'I'll be downstairs if you need me Tony.'

'Mmph.' Was the only reply he got as Tony slipped deeper into and exhausted slumber. Gibbs simply leant down and ruffled his hair and made his way to the kitchen to get a bucket and a bottle of isotonic sports drink and made his way back to the guest room or, if he was honest, Tony's room. Gibbs placed the items in easy sight of his bedridden friend and made his way back downstairs.

He was preparing vegetables when he heard a knock on the door, instead of his usual two choices of shouting to come in or simply ignoring it he trotted to the door and opened it hoping not to wake his house guest. 'Duck? Com'on in, presume you here to check up on us?' Gibbs smirked at the Doctor.

'What can a friend not visit? Hmm?' Ducky replied with a smirk of his own. 'I am presuming I will find your errant boy in his room?' Gibbs raised an eyebrow. ' Jethro, my man, I know how you view the boy, it is about time he knew too I think?'

'Hmm, we'll see, it seems he has difficulty trusting me, he can't even tell me when he is ill?'

'Aaah, Jethro, you know as well as I do that that has more to do with his upbringing than his relationship with you, now let the dog see the rabbit as it were, I will check young Anthony over and then leave him in your capable hands.'

Up in the guest room Ducky 'hmmd' and 'haaahd' over the patient checked him temperature, blood pressure and merely confirmed his diagnosis and left, throwing over his shoulder, 'Talk to him Jethro.'

Gibbs returned to Tony's side and sat on a comfy armchair in the corner, sure that some disturbance was imminent. Ducky has decided against an anti –emetic (anti-nausea) as he surmised that it would simply keep the infection in Tony's body and he really needed to expel it as uncomfortable as that might be for him.

To Gibb's expectations Tony shortly began to stir, his stomach making an ominous rumbling. As suddenly as before tony sat bolt upright and stared around in horror, hand clamped over his mouth, Gibbs thrust the bucket in front of a pathetically grateful Tony and the expected happened. Tony sagged as he finished and Gibbs removed the bucket and cradled Tony back to the bed. He got up to get a wet cloth but was detained by a weak hand grasping his pants leg. ' Don' leave me.' Tony gasped desperately.

'Never, Tony I am just gonna get a cloth and I will be right back.'

When he returned he found Tony sat in a ball on his pillow tears in his eyes, arms wrapped around his knees like a scared child.