They hadn't walked far and Tony was already nearing collapse. He was leaning heavily on Tim, and his breathing was erratic and heavy. McGee was getting increasingly worried. He was constantly checking his cell phone, hoping and praying for reception, frustrated when he still didn't get any.

"How you doing-Probie?" DiNozzo murmured quietly, and Tim had to suppress a cry. Tony was clearly hurt worse, and he was still asking how he was?

"I'm fine, Tony," McGee answered reassuringly. "How 'bout you?" Tony winced and let out a small gasp of pain.

"'M okay," he answered, and Tim knew it was a bold-faced lie. "I'm sorry, McProbester." Tim was taken aback and nearly stopped.

"What the hell are you sorry for?" He demanded.

"'M senior agent," Tony muttered. "Should've had your six." Tim did stop at that.

"That's crap Tony," he said firmly. "I'm the one who stopped the car. I'm the one who got us into this mess. I'm the one that barely got touched, okay? So just shut up about that! You have nothing to be sorry for!" Tim barely realized that he was ranting, and he was startled when Tony blinked blearily up at him, shock in his eyes.

"Not your fault," he slurred, and Tim could see that he was visibly fading now. He was pale, sagging against Tim's side, and McGee knew that he was going to have to continue on his own. He had to. Rain started dripping onto them as Tim gently lowered DiNozzo to the ground.

"Tony," he said quietly, waiting for the green eyes to focus on him. "Tony, I've got to go get help, okay?" DiNozzo shook his head, fear like Tim had only seen once before on his face-the same fear he'd seen when Tony had had the plague. "I have to. I'll be fast, promise."

"Elf Lord," Tony gasped, and Tim was horrified when a trickle of blood started from his mouth and ran down his chin. "I'm sorry. Tell-Gibbs that I-I'm s-sorry." Tim grasped his shoulder, needing the contact as much for himself as for Tony.

"Tony. You're going to tell him yourself." He gently smacked DiNozzo's head and, getting a stern look that he hoped at least resembled Gibbs, said "You. Will. Not. Die." Tony snorted and laughed at that, causing more blood to spatter onto his face, and McGee winced.

"You-can't-do it," he gasped, and McGee allowed himself a small laugh.

"Yeah, I know. Seriously, Tony. I'll be back soon." DiNozzo nodded, and Tim carefully propped his head up on his jacket, then attempted to rig something out of basically nothing to keep the rain off of Tony's face. It didn't work.

"Sorry, DiNozzo," Tim murmured, and Tony half shrugged.

"Keep me awake," he slurred, and Tim nodded.

"I'll be back," he said, and took off. He was still dizzy and it made his head pound every time his feet hit the pavement, but he kept moving, jogging at a fast clip, cell phone out and constantly checking it.

"Come on, come on," he muttered under his breath, anxiety and panic making themselves manifest. Suddenly, he realized that he had reception. With shaking hands, McGee quickly dialled 911, explained the situation and their location, then hung up and called another number.

"Gibbs. This had better be good, McGee." For a second, Tim hesitated, uncertain of what to say.

"Boss, we got in an accident-"

"Are you okay? Is DiNozzo okay?"

"I'm fine, just hit my head. Tony's hurt pretty bad, boss."

"Okay, hang tight, we'll get there soon."

"I know. I've got to go, I've gotta get back to Tony." Gibbs hung up and McGee started jogging back to his injured teammate. As he neared him, Tim could see that DiNozzo hadn't moved at all since he'd left, and he realized that he couldn't see Tony's chest moving.

"Crap! No, no, no," he shouted, running quickly to Tony's side. "Tony, come on." He knelt next to DiNozzo's face, was relieved to feel a slight puff of air. It was barely there, but it was better than nothing.

"You did good, Tony," McGee muttered as he again put pressure on the wound. Tony didn't even move, and Tim felt a pang of fear. "You did good. Just a little bit longer." He could feel the senior agent shivering under his hands, shock and the rain and exhuastion taking their toll.

"Come on, come on," Tim muttered, waiting desperately for the sound of sirens. All he heard were the hitching breaths of his teammate and friend, and they were getting increasingly few and far between. "No, no, come on Tony, you can do it. Where are they?" He yelled, pressing harder against Tony's side. His hands were covered with red, sticky blood, and he had the urge to vomit, how could this be happening? It took him a few seconds to register the complete silence that surrounded him.

"Tony! Tony, damn it!" Tim shouted in panic as he realized that DiNozzo had stopped breathing. He checked for a pulse and found one, weak and slow, then tilted Tony's head back. "You are not doing this to me. Come on!" He leaned down and gave Tony two breaths, grateful when his chest raised, crushed when it remained motionless after the breaths. Tim could imagine DiNozzo mocking him, Always knew you wanted to kiss me, Probie. I know I'm pretty but I don't roll that way. He gave another two breaths, checked the pulse again –still there- and went back to the breaths. Suddenly he heard the sirens he'd been praying for, but didn't pause in his first aid, refusing to stop for any amount of time until there were paramedics at his side.

"How long ago did he stop breathing?" Someone was asking, and McGee blinked dazedly at the source of the voice. It took a few seconds for his vision to clear, and he saw a man looking at him, then he saw two other men bent over DiNozzo's still body, one of them rhythmically squeezing a bag over Tony's face.

"Holy crap," Tim muttered, feeling the world tilting around him. The man forcefully set him down on the ground, calling for something that McGee couldn't really hear. What the hell was going on? He started to panic as he realized that he couldn't see DiNozzo anywhere, didn't know if he was okay…Suddenly a pair of piercing blue eyes were looking into his.

"Calm down, Tim, you're okay," Gibbs said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You're going to be okay. You did good, McGee." Tim felt a tear trickle down his face. He hadn't done good, he'd gotten Tony killed.

"Tony?" He managed between clenched teeth, and he didn't miss the pinched look Gibbs' face got.

"They're taking care of him. Ducky's riding with him to the hospital." McGee nodded, trying to remain calm as he felt himself being lifted onto something, then being moved into what he recognized as an ambulance. Gibbs was with him the whole time, one hand tightly grasped around Tim's, and for the first time, McGee let himself relax a bit. Gibbs was there. Everything would be okay. Tim couldn't help himself from adding, Unless it wouldn't. He tried not to think about it as the sirens started blaring and he felt the ambulance moving towards the hospital.

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