"So we've narrowed it down to three locations, and formed a plan.. uh.. boss" McGee said. They had eaten, Tony had eaten, and everything had calmed down a little. Gibbs merely raised his eyebrows. "Well, uh, we plan to strike at all three locations at the same time. Pacci on this loaction" McGee pointed at a place on the map he had pulled up onto the table, "Johnsson strike here, and we.. if.. if you're gonna come that is..strike.. uh.. here" McGee said, "that's the most promising location we got so far" McGee said and looked up at Gibbs. Gibbs smirked.

"How'd you get all this?" Gibbs asked.

"Well.. Abby sort of held a threat over our heads" McGee said, "that if we didn't get everything as close to done as possible so you could look after Tony for as long as possible, she'd..she would..she'll.." McGee stuttered. Gibbs glared at him.

"She will gut us, hang us, and deploy us" Ziva said.

"Destroy, Ziva, and I'm pretty sure Abs is the only one that can do that without leaving a trace, hi, what'd I miss?" Tony asked as he peered up at them from the sofa which was made as a bed.

"Nothing" Gibbs said. Tony glared at him but said nothing. "DiNozzo, go back to sleep" Gibbs said.

"I'm not part of a team anymore?" Tony asked.

"We're just doing stuff you cannot" Ziva said. Tony glared at her. "Like walk" she grinned.

"Oh ha ha ha Zeeeevah, you know I'll kick your ass in the ring later" Tony said, "When my legs work again!" he added quickly. He swallowed hard around the lump of bile in his throat. He remembered the doctors words. IF he got full use of his legs again. "Boss, I need to puke" he mumbled.

"Ziva, McGee, call me when you're ready to go, Tony, do not puke yet!" Gibbs ordered as he went for a bucket. McGee and Ziva left as Gibbs placed a bucket under Tony's head. Tony heaved into it, bringing up his dinner and breakfast, maybe even some form the day before. Gibbs rubbed cirkles into Tony's back, trying to comfort and soothe. When Tony finally stopped throwing up, Gibbs handed him a damp twoel which Tony used to wipe his face.

"I think..I think I see a piece of meat down there" Tony whispered hoarsly. Gibbs gave him a glass of water.

"Rinse, not swallow" Gibbs ordered.

"Yes boss" Tony whispered before rinsing his mouth with the lear water.

"Now take some sips" Gibbs said. Tony did as ordered.

"So.." Tony burped, "when do you strike?" Tony whispered.

"You heard huh?" Gibbs asked and sighed, "you know I can't le-"

"hey, wheelchair guy, remember? I'll kick enough asses later" Tony said and Gibbs chuckled as he helped Tony sit back into the sofa, "I'm hungry" Tony mumbled as he drifted off to sleep.

"I bet you are" Gibbs sighed and tucked Tony in. He ran a hand through the brown hair and smirked, " I'll get that hair like it's suppose to be again" he whispered for himself, "marine style"

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AN: Oh no! Gibbs amok with scissors! What will happen? giggle leave a review

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