Chapter 2:
Overall View:
Ziva quickly moved to support Tony's neck, while Gibbs ran over to call Ducky up. He was picking up the phone as he heard the senior field agent fighting against the Mussad officer.
"I'm fine; will everyone please leave me alone?" The irritated voice rung out, making everyone in the surrounding area look over at the commotion.
"Tony, you are not fine, you were unconscious for, who knows how long?" McGee asked the boss who was still holing the phone above the cradle and to Ziva who was looking flustered watching Tony struggle to get up.
"No, McGeek, it is called sleeping, ever heard of it through fighting all those dragons?" Tony retorted, finally finding the edge of his desk with his hand. He pulled himself up slowly, with a lot of anger from his body. He let out a groan as his butt finally found the seat; he leaned back and let out a deep breath. He felt Ziva still staring at him. "Can I help you with something Officer David?" Tony asked now looking at her. She just shook her head and turned back toward her desk.
"Well, we can tell his attitude is still in check." She commented quietly as she glanced back at Tony who was now looking through his desk for the power bar that was stored in the main drawer. Gibbs set the phone back down and took his seat, glancing at Tony over his reading glasses. McGee also returned to his seat, and was clicking away at his computer. Tony took another big sigh, and gave up looking for the food he was going to throw up anyway. He closed his drawer loud and made a very obvious wincing face, looking around quickly, he realized no one else noticed, and began looking through the case file that was lying on his desk.
Tony's View:
My head was pounding and rising from the floor made my body scream. My legs and my arms were killing me and the headache I am enduring is the worst thing that I have ever felt, even over being shot in the arm. I began reading through the file on the case we just closed, so I could write up my report, but my eyes would not focus, they kept bouncing around everywhere and making things hard to see. This also in turn, upset my stomach a lot, and made me feel like puking again. When I felt the familiar rise in my throat, I rose from my seat carefully and glanced at the other agents, who were watching me closely.
"Gotta go pee, anyone wanna follow me in there?" I asked sarcastically glancing at Ziva and McGee who turned their eyes down and continued on what they were doing. I turned the corner around the stairs, and felt my legs giving way. I held onto the railing as I felt the whole world tipping sideways. The feeling was rising quickly in my throat and I threw myself at the bathroom, surprisingly making it through the door and into the first stall, before nothing but bile came up, burning my throat heavily. A tear actually touched the corner of my eye, Dinozzo's don't cry. I told myself. I wiped my mouth with the sleeve of my jacket and straightened myself out. I walked out of the open stall door, to the main bathroom door flying open.
"Are you ok Tony?" McGee drilled me as I slipped past him to the sink.
"Yeah McDork, will you stop worrying about me? I am fine." I brushed him off as I washed my hands. I wished he would leave so I could let the darkness take over my eyes. I saw the spots, and felt the familiar feeling, but I couldn't let it overcome me while I was in the presence of the baby of the team. That would be embarrassing. As I said, Dinozzo's never pass out. I told myself, knowing that it wasn't true. The spots only grew, and as McGee turned to leave, I was holding onto the sink for dear life, hoping he made it to the door, before I hit the floor. Too late, I felt myself sinking into the darkness, and the cold tile floor met my body before I had a chance to turn back, to make sure he was gone.