Guess what the muse paid me a visit. Hope you like this one as well. It will be a little bit dark.

He hops off of the exam table and grabs his shirt as Brad washes his hands. It doesn't take him long to get dressed. By the time Brad has finished washing he was done as well

"Let's go to my office." Brad tells him not even bothering to wait for an answer he opens the door knowing that Tony will follow him.

Tony gets two bottles of water from the small fridge that his friend always keeps stocked he places one on Brad's desk then opens the other before he sits down.

"You've lost weight, but gained muscle, that's good." Brad says as he reads from the file in front of him.

"More time in the gym." Tony admits.

"You're anemic boost your iron intake. And don't play that I hate veggies card with me, I've seen you eat remember. You might be able to fool the people you work with but not me."

Tony just smiles and drinks some more water.

"I wish I could tell you that your lungs are getting better, but they are not. Stable and unchanged that in itself is a good thing."

"I know. I was hoping that they would get a little bit stronger."

"Sorry Tony I really am."

"I've been wanting to talk to you about something serious Brad."

Hearing the tone in his friends voice Brad put the file down and gives Tony his full attention "Okay Buckeye spill." Brad says trying to bring some levity into the conversation.

Tony can't help but smile at his friend, for Brad Pitt was his friend he saved his life and for that he will forever grateful. "You know how Ducky is and well Gibbs just thinks he can order me not to die and I'll obey."

"I remember I though he was completely nuts when he did that."

'With my line of work the chances that I will die an old man are slim to none. One good cold or flu and I'm back in the hospital."

"We've been lucky. You take your meds and get your flu shot and you wash your hands all the time. You've been taking care of yourself better than you did in college."

"I know between you and Ducky I have no choice." Tony chuckles.

"So what do you need?"

"You take this." Tony says as he pulls an envelope out of his suit jacket inner pocket.

Brad opens the envelope and reads the letter inside ."It's a DNR. It also give me the right to end life support when I think its time."

"I trust you Brad. And you'll know when it's time. I don't want to live hooked to machines. Gibbs will order me not to die and Ducky will fuss. I need you to do this for me."

"Why me, why not your dad?"

"Ah my dad. Still a conman still chasing after the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I need someone that will respect my wishes and will know when there is no more hope for me to make a full recovery. That my friend, is you."

"Okay Tony I can do that for you."

"You might not even have to do it for me. I could get shot and die out in the field."

"You get shot and come into the ER. I'll pull the plug even before you get to the OR."

"I knew you cared. So dinner on Friday?"

"Dinner, now get out of here I have sick patients waiting for me."

"See ya later Brad, say Hi to Nurse Emma for me."

Brad shakes his head as his friend closes the door to his office. It was the one thing he had hoped Tony would never ask of him. But he knows that his friend has no one else in his life that will respect his wishes. To be asked to do this is an honor, he just hopes that he will be up to the task when the time comes.

He opens the envelope again to put the letter back he sees a smaller piece of paper. He takes it out and starts to read as he reads he laughs.

You can do it Brad. I know you can. If I wasn't sure I would never have asked you. Trust in yourself you're stronger than you know. By the way your paying for dinner I'm just a lowly fed you're a doctor making the big bucks, Commander Pitt.

"You win Buckeye." Brad mumbles as he leaves his office.