AN/ So okay, two updates, hope you don't mind. This would have been the update for SOS Ronald Reagan but since I quit that story... So two updates today, I think I'll be starting tomorrow on the replacement for that story.

Chapter four

Flashback;

He came home and closed the door. Man, he's never been this tired in his whole life! He needed to eat something and after that soak a long time in the tub.

'Lisa, I'm home!', he yelled upstairs.

'Coming!', was the answer back. He sat down on the couch and sighed happily. His beautiful wife appeared but he could tell something was off.

'Lisa? You okay?'

'Yes...no...yes...I'm not sure.'

'Baby, what's going on? Are you sick?' He was starting to worry, his day on work had been bad and he didn't know if he could handle the stress if his wife was sick.

'I...I'm so, so, so sorry Tony! I know we were planning on waiting and I know that this is a really, really bad time and I'm so sorry.'

'Babe, what are you sorry about?'

'I'm pregnant...', she whispered. Tony couldn't believe his ears, he must have misunderstood!

'Excuse me?'

'I'm pregnant Tony.' So he had heard it correctly! A big smile appeared on his face and he stood up to kiss Lisa full passion. When they broke the kiss once they needed to breath Lisa had lost all of her fear.

'Your not mad at me?'

'No, why would I be? Okay it wasn't planned and financial it will become tough but Lisa, we are going to be parents! I'm going to be a daddy! How could anyone be angry about such a thing!' He kissed her again full passion, neither wanted to stop the kiss to come up for air.

End flashback

Flashback

'Lisa...do you really have to eat it like that?'

'What? I love it!'

'It's disgusting... ice-cream and pickled don't make for a great combination...', he said while trying not to gag as she dipped her pickle in the vanilla ice-cream.

'You should try it before you judge, isn't that what cops do? Investigate stuff?' Tony had to laugh at that.

'Yeah, but some things are not worth the investigation.' He gave her a kiss and leaned back on the couch.

'You know, we are going to need names for the baby.'

'I suck at names... but if it's a boy I would like to name him after gramps, Elijah.' Tony nods.

'How about Tamara for a girl?', he asks.

'Over my dead body, as a child the neighbors had a poodle named Tamara, I would see that poodle every time I see my daughter', Lisa laughed.

'What about Kiara? Or does that name remind you of a bulldog?'

'No, Kiara is perfect.' She kissed Tony.

'You know, we can't stay here, we're gonna need a home', Tony said.

'We can't afford anything else.'

'Not here, but what if we move? I can get another job...'

'You love being a cop'

'I love you and our little baby boy or girl more, and I could still be a cop.'

'I love you Tony', she said while dipping another pickle in the ice and eating it.

'You know, the romance kinda disappears when you eat a in ice dipped pickle just after saying that you love me.'

End flashback

He tries to open his eyes and is surprised at how hard it is. His eyes feel like lead, also he could smell fire so he had to hurry up!

He's laying on something hard but his right arm lays on top of something soft and warm. He turned his head to the right and immediately regretted the move and pinched his eyes closed. Definitely a concussion! Slowly he opened his eyes. As soon as he saw Gibbs his own wounds were forgotten. Slowly he sat up and tried to ignore his headache. His right shoulder was killing him and he suspected that he had dislocated his shoulder when he reached out for Gibbs, seconds before the blast.

Gibbs was laying on his back and his eyes closed. Blood was streaming out of a wound above his left eye and the back of his head. Tony felt for a pulse and was relieved to feel a strong steady pulse. He checked for broken bones but couldn't find anything.

'Boss, boss can you hear me?' But Gibbs remained silent. Tony was getting a little scared, Gibbs wasn't responding and the fire was getting pretty hot.

'Come on boss, open your eyes. No sleeping on the job.' Gibbs however remained unconscious. Tony who was getting worried about the smoke hanging in the house decided to get Gibbs out first. He placed his hand under Gibbs' neck and one on his chest. He pulled so that Gibbs ended up sitting. He removed his hand from Gibbs' chest and placed it under his knees. He had totally forgotten about his shoulder but as soon as he felt Gibbs' weight he nearly screamed in pain. He gritted his teeth and stormed out the house while keeping a firm grip on the older man. Outside neighbors had gathered and a ambulance was just arriving. Tony fell on his knees coughing and placed Gibbs gently down. Paramedics rushed over and placed oxygen masks over their faces.

'Sir, you have to breath calmly, do you understand me?' Breath calmly? Wasn't he doing just that?

'Sir, you have to calm down okay, let the oxygen do it's work.' He had no idea what the paramedic was talking about, he was as calm as one could be! But the paramedic was persistent so he did what the man was asking from him. He tried to slow his breathing even more but after a minute he was starting to feel dizzy. The world was spinning around him and he was on the verge of panicking.

He felt cool oxygen flowing through his lungs and he was aware that he could breath again. He opened his eyes and was almost shocked to see that he was outside. Hadn't he been inside with DiNozzo when the explosion happened?' DiNozzo! Did the fact that he was getting oxygen mean that Tony was getting help to? Noises around him started to become voices and everything was starting to make sense again.

'Sir, do you remember what happened?', the man next of him asked.

'Explosion,' he answered, it sounded muffled through the mask. 'DiNozzo?', he asked.

'My colleague is tending to him. He indeed could hear someone say that the other had to calm down. He could hear the man repeat himself a few times before he heard the man shouting.

'He stopped breathing!' Gibbs took a deep breath and pulled the mask away from his face. He had turned his head towards the other medic and saw he was maybe 2 meters away from Tony.

'DiNozzo!', he said in his best 'I'm the boss, and you better do as I say, tone.

'Calm the heck down and breath!', he said before pulling his own mask back on his face and coughing. He could hear someone gasping for breath and he couldn't have been more happy if he tried. He remembered that he better tell the paramedics that Tony had the plague a year back so he removed the mask again.

'He...he had, the plague,' he panted, nearly out of breath again. 'Year back.' The paramedic's eyes became wide with shock but he nodded. Glad that his friend...son...was getting the right medical attention he let his eyes close and drifted off to a calm, healing sleep.

Between the spectators stood a man in black pants and a black hoody. He had watched the whole show and was happy that Tony had survived. He wasn't done with the man just yet. His death had to be slow and painful, the torture and tormenting had only just began. He opened his phone and mad a phone call.

'He survived, so did the other man, they are on their way to the hospital, I shall inform her to be ready to welcome our friend.'

Just so you know that the phone call was in Russian.