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Everyone in autopsy was stunned.

"Gibbs is not okay!" Abby stated. Then she jumped. "Do something. Gibbs is not okay."

"McGee, trace his phone now." Tony ordered, as they headed out of autopsy.

"On it." McGee stated. "He was a block away the last time we checked."

"I'm heading out there now." Tony said.

"I'll get Navy security to search the grounds and join you." Ziva stated.

"What should I do?" Abby asked.

"Try calling him, Abby. If he answers, keep him talking and tell him we're coming." Tony said.

"Anthony," Ducky said. "I will get the EMT's. I have a feeling Jethro's in a bad way."

"I fear you're right, Ducky." Ziva stated.

"Oh Gibbs…" Abby started to cry and Ducky took her into his arms.

"McGee, keep me informed." Tony stated at the elevator doors closed.

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"McGee, where is he?" Tony growled his breathing harsh from running.

"Just around the corner, Tony." McGee replied through Tony's phone.

"There!" Ziva shouted, running forward.

"Boss." Tony's voice made McGee freeze. "Boss?"

"Tony, what's going on?" Abby demanded.

"Get the EMTs here now." Ziva ordered.

"They're 5 minutes out." McGee replied, swallowing down his terror.

"Anthony, is he conscious?" Ducky ordered.

"No, Ducky. His face down on the ground." Tony stated as he placed his fingers against Gibbs neck. Finding the pulse point, Tony released a breath he had not known he was holding.

"Is he breathing?"

"Yes, shallow breathes." Ziva said, as she helped Tony gently roll Gibbs onto his back. She rolled up her scarf and placed it under Gibb's head.

Gibbs groaned and Tony and Ziva looked up at each other, in relief, in fear, in hope.

"Boss?" Tony tapped the side of Gibbs face gently.

"Does he have any visible injuries?" Ducky asked.

"He's forehead and cheek are bloodied. I think he fell to the ground and knocked his head." Tony stated. "Then he vomited before passing out." Tony said, looking at the scene around Gibbs.

"Gibbs, can you hear me?" Ziva asked taking Gibbs' hand into hers. "He is hot to the touch, but his shivering Ducky."

"He has a fever." Ducky said. "We'll meet you and Anthony, there. Just keep Jethro still and calm if he awakes." Ducky said cutting the call.

"Gibbs, can you hear me?" Ziva asked again. She lifted first one eyelid and then the other.

"Stop…." Gibbs groaned turning away from her prying hands.

"Boss," Tony said in express relief. "You really had me worried there for a moment. Just lay still, okay. The EMT's are on the way."

"Argh..." Gibbs murmured, his hand moving to his head and squinted his eyes open. "What … happened?"

"You didn't come back after getting coffee." Tony replied.

Gibbs closed his eyes and swallowed. His mouth tasted foul and his body ached everywhere with the side of his head, his ear taking the prize.

Just then the sirens of the ambulance could be heard, the sound pieced Gibbs' ears.

"Argh… Damnit… " Gibbs growled making a move to sit up.

"No Gibbs!" Ziva admonished.

Tony grasped his shoulders and held him down. "Please Boss, lay still."

Gibbs groaned, bile rising in his throat, the world spinning in an outward spiral.

"Hell … gonna be … sick…" he whispered.

Ziva and Tony immediately helped him roll to the side and Tony held him by the shoulders as he heaved.

"It's okay Boss." Tony stated, not feeling okay at all.

"I'm here for you. You're going to be okay."

Ziva looked at Tony an unusual expression on her face. Tony blushed and looked away.

"Argh… My head." Gibbs murmured, his hand pressing the side of his head, covering his ear.

Tony helped Gibbs roll back onto his back and used a handkerchief to wipe his mouth just as Ducky, McGee and Abby arrived at the scene.

"Oh Gibbs." Abby cried. McGee held her back as Ducky kneeled besides Gibbs.

"Jethro, can you tell me what you're feeling?" Ducky asked gently, taking Gibbs hand from Ziva's and checking his pulse. Tony remained at Gibbs side his hand on Gibbs' shoulder, giving support.

"Duck… argh…" Gibbs murmured, "nauseous…dizzy…cold."

"And does it hurt anywhere?" Ducky asked taking in Gibbs ashen pallor, chattering teeth and hot hand.

"My head… ear… knee…" Gibbs replied. "Sounds… Can't … hear… sometimes…"

"Jethro, did you say, you can't hear sounds sometimes?" Ducky asked.

Tony frowned. Boss is having hearing problems…

Just then the EMT's arrived and asked the team to step back. Ducky stayed at Gibbs' side, telling the EMTs what Gibbs had indicated to be his symptoms.

The EMT's took Gibbs vitals on the scene and confirmed that he was running a high fever. His pressure was also high and he was disorientated. They hooked him up to an IV line and moved him onto a gurney.

He groaned in pain and tried to fight the EMT's. It seemed that any sort of movement caused him pain and confusion. Tony grasped Gibbs' wrists, gently yet firmly and held them down on his chest.

Gibbs took shallow breathes, blinking his eyes, trying to focus on Tony's face.

"Easy Boss. We're going to the hospital now. I'll be by your side all the way. Just relax and let us take care of you."

"DiNozzo," Gibbs murmured. "What … the hell's wrong … with me?"

"Nothing that can't be fixed, Boss." Tony stated, forcing a smile on his face. "A suspected caffeine overdose, or something."

"Caffeine overdose?!" Gibbs sighed as he was secured into the ambulance. He trusted Tony. Tony would take care of this, whatever it may be. "Or… something." Gibbs sighed and closed his eyes.

"Yeah, Boss. Just relax and let me take the lead on this one." Tony said, sitting at Gibbs' side in the ambulance. He took Gibbs' hand into his and didn't worry about what Gibbs would think about this display of affection.

"Thanks… son…" Gibbs murmured, leaving his hand in Tony's.

Tony blinked rapidly to hide the overwhelming emotions of respect, regard and yes, love he felt at Gibbs' words. It was great to know that the man he looked up to as a father figure, considered, him, Anthony DiNozzo, to be like a son…

Tony gently squeezed Gibbs' hand wanting to convey how much this moment meant to him.

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