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Tony watched Gibbs. Ziva watched Tony. McGee watched Ziva.
And the lot of them, were driving Gibbs mad. He ran a hand over his face and stood up abruptly, causing everyone in the office to jump and pretend to be working.
"I'm going out for coffee." He stated and walked to the elevator.
As soon as the elevator doors closed, Tony shouted, "Campfire!"
McGee and Ziva rolled on their chairs to the middle of the bullpen and the three of them put their head close together.
"What's going on?" McGee asked.
Tony rolled his eyes and looked at Ziva, "Tell me you noticed it."
"Noticed what?" McGee demanded.
"Yes, Tony. Something is definitely going on." Ziva replied.
"Are you two going to tell me what you're talking about?" McGee asked, annoyed now.
"Gibbs!" Ziva and Tony replied.
"What about him?"
"McObservant, something is wrong with Gibbs."
"What?"
"That's want we need to find out, McGee." Ziva replied.
"Why do you think something is wrong with him?" McGee asked.
"Well, let me see. He looks agitated and hot." Tony stated.
"His been rubbing the side of his head so much, that his hair is a mess." Ziva stated.
"And he has been out for coffee about four times, since I got here. And it's not even 9am yet." McGee replied, the lights finally coming on for him.
"Maybe he just has a headache." Ziva suggested.
"Gibbs does not get headaches or any other type of ache. Something's bugging him and he's not telling." Tony snapped.
"Well then we should just mind our own business and leave it alone." McGee stated pull away.
"Are you crazy, McGee?" Tony grabbed his arm. "Would Gibbs mind his own business, if one of us was not doing okay?"
"No," Ziva stated. "He would not. But how do we figure out what is going on?"
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Gibbs felt awful as he walked back to the Navy yard. The coffee tasted like crap and the walk to the coffee shop seemed to take too long. The walk back was also draining him of energy.
He hated this "weakness" that he felt.
He was really cold and the side of his head ached. Worse yet, the street noise echoed loud and soft in his ears causing his to move off the regular path and onto a more secluded path of the navy yard.
This will be a shortcut back to the office. He thought.
Suddenly he felt the path tilt beneath his feet and reached out to steady himself.
What the hell…
When he shook his head, a wave of nauseating dizziness assailed him. He dropped his coffee and reached out for the bench nearest to him. Collapsing into it, he swallowed hard and tried to keep from retching. He was sweating now and his gaze was a complete blur.
He sat forward, his head hanging, his elbows supported on his knees. The sounds around him became faded into dead silence. The nausea swirled in his throat and he started to shiver as the wind hit his sweating face.
Damnit, what the hell is wrong with me? He questioned as he sat up and tried to clear his head.
That was a mistake.
The dizziness overwhelmed him. The pain at the side of his head peaked.
He grabbed the sides of his face and felt himself pitch forward off the bench.
Shit!
A moment later his head connected with the cold, hard pavement and the world around him receded into blackness.