Sorry that it took so long for me to update but I have been sorting my room and the kitchen and then I found myself in Scotland, camping with no internet, for the last week.
Susie666 is in Australia at the moment (lucky bitch) and very busy, so no one has edited it for me so sorry if it is complete crap.
P.S. Tony will be making an entrance next chapter hopefully and so will his kids – Remember, the more reviews I get , the quicker I update!
Gibbs was torn from his thoughts when someone knocked at the door. McGee soon entered, closely followed by Ducky.
"Hey boss, Tony told me but I didn't believe him. It's so good to see your eyes boss, how are you feeling?"
"How do you think, McGee?" Gibbs growled.
"Oh…right…sorry boss." Gibbs smirked a little at how nervous McGee had just become. At least some things have stayed the same.
"So, Jethro, I had a word with the doctors and they agreed to discharge you into my care tomorrow, as long as there are no compilations between then and now."
"Will we be able to see DiNozzo?" Gibbs was desperate to talk to him, to see that he and everything was alright.
They both came to sit on the crude chairs either side of his bed.
"Well, when Ziva got very sick, they started to become unable to cope, especially with two young children. Anthony had to work and they both became very stressed, it was unhealthy. I had been considering retiring for a while, and well, as the situation progressed I decided it was the best option for me to collect my pension and move in with them both. I have been living with the DiNozzo's ever since. The situation means you will be staying there as well."
"Is that a good or bad thing?" Still unsure how Tony was or if he hated him; hell, he had a good reason to.
"He said it was fine, Jethro." An uncomfortable silence followed; everyone unsure of what to say. Gibbs decided then that is now or never to begin the interrogation on McGee.
"So, how has been the senior field agent position been treating you?"
"It was good, I did a good job."
"What's with the past tense McGee?" Unsure of what to make of it, so he took a page from DiNozzo and added a little humor. "Those books steal your badge?" Oh please let that not be true.
Laughter filled the room, well at least that's a good sign. "No. No, it didn't. I was…er…promoted to Supervisory agent of the MCRT years ago."
Don't panic, don't panic was Gibbs mantra. He couldn't deal with any more crushing news "What the hell happened to DiNozzo?" Gibbs growled, then turning to Ducky "I thought you said he returned to work?"
"Jethro, calm down, he did return and he did replace you." Predicting Gibb's next question, he quickly continued "Leon Vance left many years ago; they offered Antony the position, even though we didn't know at the time, but he declined. After four directors, all only lasting at most a month and Anthony repeatedly being presented the job, Ziva convinced him to take it since none of us could take another Director coming and going."
"Wait, so you're saying that Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, my former Senior Field Agent, is now the Director of NCIS!"
Both nodded in unison. Gibbs didn't know what to say, well truth be told he had never been one for words. Every revelation was as shocking as the last – Tony was Director!
Suddenly, the question that once been president but had to keep taking the back seat to the new constant discoveries, came to the fore front of mind.
"How did I end up in that damn coma?"
"What is the last thing you remember?" asked McGee.
"Petty Officer Simon Jeff, we had him under surveillance to see if he couldn't lead us to the $3.1 million that he had stolen from the military, after that it's a blur."
"That's all correct, we had been watching him for 5 days when he was tipped off about us and tried to run. A car chase began; you and Tony were ahead while Ziva and I were a few cars back. A car pulled out at the T junction in front, you swerved to avoid hitting them, but ended up going through a barrier and…um…er…down a bloody steep rock face." There was a short pause for Gibbs to digest the information and McGee to compose himself a little. "It was one of the quickest and scariest experiences I have had, seeing your car roll down there! But Sometimes I swear it all happen in slow motion. We forgot about the suspect and stopped to help you two out."
Flashback – The Mission
"Tony...Gibbs?" The scream was ear shattering, and enough to drag McGee from his trance. He quickly fallowed Ziva out of the car and to the edge of the cliff, taking his phone out to call an ambulance, The Rescue service and Ducky, all the while Ziva was still screaming, with no avail of a response. When he had given the necessary information to all necessary parties, he got an idea. He started calling Tony and Gibbs. On the fifth time calling Tony's mobile, someone finally answered.
"Tony…Tony? Are you there? Tony, please answer!" Ziva swiftly came over and snatched the phone away and turned the speaker on.
"Tony, answer now or I swear…"
"Swear what, Sweetcheeks?" A sigh of relief and a small, thankful smile made their way on to Ziva's and McGee's faces.
"Ducky, an ambulance and the Rescue Service are on their way. Are you all right?" McGee asked swiftly.
"Oh, just peachy!"
"What about Gibbs?" proceeded Ziva, urgently.
"Is alive but won't wake up." the voice was resigned with the pain slowly creeping in.
"Ok" Muttered Ziva, both unsure how to continue and both feeling the worry for their two colleges mounting.
A little while later the services arrived with Ducky in tow.
"How are they doing?" enquired Ducky.
"Here, you're the doctor, he's on the phone." Ziva regretted the harness in her voice, it was just she was so scared, Tony really didn't sound good and Gibbs won't even wake up.
Ducky accepted the mobile graciously, a small smile and nod of comprehension to Ziva. McGee had phoned him after they had made contact with Tony, saying that he was 'peachy' but Gibbs wouldn't respond. "Hello?"
After a moment's pause that felt like eternity, DiNozzo responded.
"Is that you Duck?"
"Yes it's me, Anthony" noting the pain in the young man's voice. "Now I need you to tell me yours and Gibb's condition, and remember that's vital that you do NOT leave any information out. Do you understand?"
"Crystal."
"Good, now let's begin with Jethro."
"A severe laceration to the head, most probably a very bad concussion with it, there's a two inch diameter branch in his left side. Six serrations that I can see will need stitches the rest are minor. He still won't wake up. I haven't been able to cheek for broken bones."
"And you?"
"Concussion, serrations like the boss but not as bad, my shoulder's dislocated and..."
"What is it Anthony?"
"I can't feel my leg"
"What do you mean?"
"It looks like the dashboard came forward in the crash, it's crushed my leg and I can only feel slight pins and needles below the hips on that side. There's a lot of blood, but that's all I can see. Feeling is slowly returning, before I couldn't feel anything."
"Alright, well the rescue team will be there soon, I promise."
"It took them nearly two hours to cut the both of you out; Anthony nearly lost that damn leg and you never regained consciousness until this morning!" Ducky added to the end of McGee's tale.
Gibbs leaned heavy against his pillows and closed his eyes. After a long pause he asked,
"Did you catch him?"
"Who?" asked McGee, confused.
"Petty Officer Simon Jeff!" replied Gibbs as if it he was talking to a five year old.
"Oh, yer, we got him trying to leave the state." With a nod and slight smile - silence once again followed as Gibbs decided what to ask next.
"What about Abs? What's changed with her?"
"Well...um" McGee and Ducky exchanged nervous glances; the younger man quickly looked at his watch "she should be here any second" and plastered on a sheepish smile.
As if on cue, Abby burst into the room in a frenzied haze, she looked 'round franticly, asking "where is he?" When her eyes finally found him her face broke into a huge smile. She rushed over to him and engulfed him in a huge hug.
"Gibbs, Gibbs, you're awake. I knew you would wake up, I just knew it! The others lost hope but I didn't care 'cause I knew that may Sliver Fox would return and save us all!"
"Abs!" Gibbs horsed "Abs, I can't breathe!"
"Oh sorry" she smile apologetically and loosened her grip slightly, but didn't break the contact.
A few seconds later of comfortable silence did he feel it.
"Abs, did your stomach just kick me?" asked a very confused Gibbs.
She sat back on the bed and faced him. It was then that he noticed the rather large bump protruding from her somewhat baggy coat.