AN: Oh, wow guys. Thanks so much. Chapter Two has gotten 430 hits. Thanks for everyone that's reading and favoriting the story! Especially thanks to those of you who review. I love to get some feedback on how I'm doing. :) But still, thanks so much for reading! Spoilers for the episode SWAK. Now then, onwards.

Chapter 3

"Tony!" Ziva yelled, slapping his cheek as she did before, ignoring the comment he just made about his former partner. Tony made no movement. She slapped his cheek again, harder. Tony's face only jerked to the side from the impact.

Ziva lifted her hand to slap him once again, when Gibbs calmly caught her hand and put it to her side. Ziva looked at Gibbs, fuming at first, before the anger left her body completely, and she fell into a heap next to the wall, burying her face in her hands.

Gibbs sighed, but turned his attention back to Tony, who was now shivering again, even with Gibbs' jacket covering him.

"McGee! Where is that damn ambulance?" Gibbs basically screamed.

"I- uh – I… coming, Boss," McGee stuttered, nervously looking out the window, wondering where the ambulance was himself, and turned back to Tony. If that ambulance didn't come soon, Tony wouldn't be the only one to die.

What are you saying Tim? McGee thought to himself. Tony's not going to die. He's Tony… the Senior Field Agent. He won't, can't, die.

Tony's breathing hitched, before stopping completely.

"Damn it, DiNozzo!" Gibbs yelled, starting to do compressions on Tony's chest.

"Boss…?" McGee asked, seeing the scene in front of him unfold.

Gibbs ignored him and kept on pressing on Tony's chest, counting to five in his head. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5… push… 1, 2, 3, 4, 5… push…

Tony's lips were turning a light shade of blue, reminding Gibbs of Tony's horrible bout with the plague a few years back. He never saw the color blue the same way again.

"Aw, hell, DiNozzo," Gibbs murmured as he put his lips over Tony's, blowing air into his already scarred lungs. He then put his ear over Tony's blue lips. Hoping, basically praying, that there would be some air blowing there. There was nothing.

"Damn it!" Gibbs yelled, and repeated the process another two more times before Tony sucked in a breath of air, still remaining unconscious.

"Gibbs," Ziva said, "the paramedics have arrived."

"Lead them in here! Now!" Gibbs barked at her.

Less than twenty seconds later, the paramedics had entered the room, one leading in a gurney, and pushed Gibbs out of the way. They lifted Tony onto the gurney they had brought in with them.

"Sir, how long was he not breathing?" One paramedic asked him while the other put an oxygen mask over Tony's mouth and nose, helping him breath.

Gibbs sighed, "About two minutes?" He replied.

The paramedic paused for a moment, before calling out to the other one, "We need to get him back," he said, "now!"

The paramedic hooked Tony up to a bunch of machines, including a heart monitor, "Pulse is slow," one said.

"His blood pressure is low," the other replied. The paramedics went back and forth, talking about medical mumbo-jumbo that Gibbs didn't know anything about.

"Two bullets to the chest," the first one said again. The second paramedic nodded, looking intently at Tony's chest, which Tony probably would've made a comment about if he wasn't unconscious.

Gibbs looked back at his remaining team. McGee had a solemn look on his face while Ziva was standing in front of him; tear streaks stained the tan skin on her cheeks.

A loud and long beep forced Gibbs out of his train of thoughts about his two healthy team members, and turn towards his fallen teammate.

"He's flat-lining!" The first paramedic yelled.

"Get me the paddles!" The second yelled. The first quickly got the paddle and handed them to the second.

He ripped open Tony's already ruined and bloodied short, and put a gel-type of thing on the paddles, "Charging, 100," he said, "and clear!"

Tony's body jerked into the air, but the flat line remained.

"Charging, 200," he placed the paddles on Tony's chest again, "Clear!"

Tony's body jerked into the air a second time. The loud beep remained on his heart monitor.

The paramedic was getting agitated and more determined to save the federal agent, "Charging, 300!" he said loudly, "Clear!"

Tony jumped into the air again, and the beep filled the room's complete silence. No one daring to say a word. They all knew what had just happened.

The paramedic sighed sadly and put the paddles down, and ran his fingers through his dark brown hair.

Ziva's eyes immediately welled up with tears, she turned around and stuff her face into McGee's shoulder, her own shoulder's shaking as she cried. McGee put his hand comfortingly on her back as she wept. McGee stood still, not accepting what he just witnessed. Because Tony can't die, he beat the plague for Christ's sake! He can handle a gunshot wound!

Gibbs hadn't moved from his spot near Tony on the gurney. He looked down at his hands, he couldn't look at Tony. He had failed him, just as he had failed Kate. He was losing another team member, family member, all because of his stupid decisions. He mentally head slapped himself.

… Beep…

Gibbs' head shot up, his hand giving him no interest anymore. Was that real, or did he just imagine it?

A few more seconds passed before they heard it again.

… Beep…

Tony's heartbeat was way too slow, but at this point, they would all take what they could get. The paramedics immediately snapped into action and started working on him again. A frenzy of hands and medical equipment touched Tony or passed over him as they ran him and the gurney out the door, out the house, and into the ambulance waiting outside.

Gibbs followed Tony's gurney closely behind until he was loaded into the ambulance. Gibbs watched until he was sure the ambulance was out of sight, even for his worsening vision, before he sighed and made his way back into the house and into the room where his remaining team still were.

"Don't touch anything," Gibbs said, "This is a crime scene, I'm calling Jenny, another team will take over this case."

McGee and Ziva both nodded.

Gibbs made the phone call, and another team was sent as quickly as possible, and soon the room they were just in was blocked off and another team from NCIS was collecting the blood on the floor for testing and taking the man into custody.

Gibbs, of course, made sure that he would be able to interrogate the bastard.

"C'mon, we're going to the hospital," Gibbs said, taking the keys out of his pants pocket. The hospital was more than 15 minutes away. They made it there in seven.

~~~ Back at the Original Crime Scene ~~~

Ducky heard the musical sound of Beethoven, realizing it was his cell phone ringing; he pulled it out of his front pocket and looked at the caller I.D. He immediately pressed 'accept' and put the phone to his ear.

"Ah, Jethro, I was starting to worry, you and McGee had both left so hastily without a word before –"

"Tony's been shot, Duck," Gibbs said.

Ducky paused, "Oh, dear…"

"Yeah," Gibbs answered, with his one word answers as usual.

"What hospital?" Ducky asked, ignoring the questioning glance Palmer sent him.

"Bethesda."

"Mr. Palmer and I will be there momentarily."

"Don't rush, Duck," Gibbs said, "They took him to the OR, it's gonna be a long surgery, I can tell."

Ducky sighed, "Yes, well, I'll come and see if I may be able to get you any more information on dear Anthony."

"Thanks, Duck."

"No problem, Jethro, no problem," Ducky said and hung up the phone. Ducky looked up and noticed Palmer's strange look.

"Drive us to Bethesda," Ducky told him, throwing the keys to him (which Palmer barely managed to catch), "And I swear, if you get us lost, I will disembowel you."

AN: And that is Chapter 3! Please review so I have some clue on how I'm doing on this fic. XD

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