Chapter 5
McGee's View
I unlocked Tony's door with the key that he gave me in case of emergencies, like if he spent the night with a girl and needed a change of clothes that was how deep Tony's emergencies went. I walked to the back room without saying anything in case Tony was asleep. When I reached the doorway I noticed Ziva sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing Tony's neck, him groaning in passion. When Tony saw me he jumped and Ziva quickly stopped.
"His neck is sore." She said while rising from the bed. She walked over grabbed her gun off the table and quickly left. I heard the door close before I gave Tony a you're playing with fire look. He looked back at me and shrugged his shoulders.
"So what you got there McShopper?" He asked. I proceeded to walk over the end table and dump the contents of the shopping bag onto it.
"Well, I got you some cold medicine and some cough drops for that throat." I said smiling. "Your throat sounded raspy earlier, I kind of figured." I commented, like I read his mind. "I got some tomato soup and some chicken noodle, didn't know which one you like better." I placed them on the end table. "And some reading for me." I pulled out my Science&Show magazine and Tony made a face at me.
"You are strange McNerd." Tony smiled a little. "Can you make me some soup now?" He blushed a little. I nodded my head and headed to the kitchen to heat it up. I was in the middle of dumping it into a bowl when I heard an awful sounding moan coming from the bedroom, thinking it was just Tony being a jerk, I continued to watch the soup bubble. When I heard it again, I stopped the soup and walked back to Tony's room. Only too see him curled up in pain, I rushed to his bedside.
"Tony what's wrong?" I asked in a hurried manner. He was trying to breathe, so I knew I wasn't going to get an answer at this very moment. I sat on the bed and waited for the episode to be over.
When I could tell his pain was dying down, he got still, and turned over to face me.
"McGee, what are you doing in my room? Where is Ziva?" He asked. At first I thought he was messing with me, but then I realized, he didn't know what had just happened.
"Ziva left, and I am here to watch over you for a while. Ok?" I asked the senior field agent. He just nodded his head and turned back over, so his back was facing me. I raised from the bed slowly as the sound of his snoring reassured me he was going to be ok, that is, until Ducky got here to check on him. I ran to kitchen and grabbed my cell phone off of the counter and pressed number four, my speed dial tone came on and a picture of Ducky popped up. It rang twice before the Scotsman picked up.
"How is Tony doing McGee?" He asked.
"Not good Duck." Was all I could say.
Tony's View
My body felt so cold. I could not get warm. My blankets were wet though. I could feel it through the silk. I opened my eyes and saw nothing, just black. Am I dead? I thought to myself, but quickly brushed off the thought. Just as I rubbed my eyes, a picture came into view, it was of me sitting at a piano, a woman sitting next to me with a giant ruler. She had a stern look on her face, and I was smiling awkwardly. I chuckled as the music came into my ears, the messing up of the keys and the smack of the ruler as it hit my hands hard, making me cry out in pain.
"NO son that is the wrong key for the millionth time." The woman's voice would chime. "Do it again from the beginning." She would turn back to the piano and listen closely for my next mistake. But the whole surrounding went black again, and I was standing in nothingness.
"Hello?" I called, only to hear my echo, and the sound of water dripping somewhere off in the distance. "Anyone here?" I called, still no response. I began walking into the nothingness. But I soon heard the familiar voice of Ducky hovering over my head, pulling me out of the darkness.
"Yes, well, his fever has spiked again. I think this time we will have to take him to hospital whether he likes it or not." Ducky was saying to someone. I wanted to yell, to protest, but I couldn't find my voice.
"I don't think he will like that too much." McGee stood up for me. "But I think you are right, this will be the best thing, at least to get him checked out." McGee let me down. I felt someone shaking my body, but I couldn't get my eyes to open no matter how hard I tried. I wanted to yell and scream and beg for help. But I couldn't do that either, I couldn't do anything but lay here and give up trying to move.