Alright. A few things that I need to go over here. First of I just want to say Hi, and sorry for taking months to upload, but I had different versions of this chapter, and I needed to figure out which was better. I choose this one, but in the end its all about whether you, the readers, like it. (And I hope you do! I worked really hard on it!)

Secondly I want to clear up a few loose ends from last chapter that were kindly pointed out to me. I kind of rushed last chapter a bit because I was running out of time and I really wanted to update. First up, Alaister said that he was unarmed when in reality he had a side arm hidden, but just didn't tell Gibbs because hey he's a bad guy. So Alaister being unarmed was Alaister being all sneaky. Secondly, Gibbs never moved from Alaister's side, and when he raised his gun to Tony, Gibbs hit his arm, in a way only he can :), and used that opportunity to stand near Tony. And Thirdly, Ya I did kind of forget to add that Ziva and McGee had stayed downstairs because Alaister only had beef with Gibbs. I just wanted to clear some things up so that you can continue to enjoy my story.. Thank you for reading and I am honored that you enjoy this silly little fic enough to tell me what you don't understand. And I do hope this clears things up if only a little.

And on the last note, HAPPY NEW YEAR! I know I'm a bit late, but better late than never. Enjoy the story, and sorry for the long intro here.

The only sounds that Gibbs and his team, including Abby and Ducky, could hear in the waiting room were the beeping of random medical machines and the low hum of doctors talking to nurses and patients. They had been waiting for hours to hear the news about Tony.

Gibbs glared at the operating door they had wheeled his unconscious agent through, and wrung his hands together. He was at his limit and he knew that his famous self-control was about to run out, especially since he had significantly less when it came to Tony. He let his mind wander to a few hours ago…

"Tony!" Gibbs said as he sank to his knees beside the fallen agent, moving the Italians head to the side a bit so that he could check for a pulse which, much to his relief, he found. The pulse was weak and faint, but it meant the man was alive. He let out a quick sigh of relief before pulling out his cell and calling for an ambulance, he told them that there was a severely injured federal agent and an injured, most likely, dead criminal. After quickly giving the operator the address he hung up and turned his gaze to Alaister. He knew the man was dead; the bullet wound in the man's head was all he needed as proof of that.

Ziva and McGee burst into the room, guns ready. They were expecting…to tell the truth they didn't know what they were expecting but it certainly wasn't the sight they were met with..

"I called an ambulance already and Alaister is dead." Gibbs said, his voice effectively snapping the two agents from their trance and they made their way towards their boss and fallen friend. "McGee, do you have anything that may stop or slow the bleeding until the ambulance. If you do, use it. Ziva, call the director and inform her that Alaister is no longer a problem, then get in contact with Ducky and Abby. Now."

The two agents didn't waste any time. Ziva pulled out her cell and called the director, who was happy to hear that Alaister was dealt with yet distressed that Tony, was injured in the process. Ziva then called Ducky and Abby, letting them know the situation and that they would meet up at the hospital.

McGee fell to his knees and pulled out a handkerchief he always carried, he had gotten hell from Tony for a week after the other man found out he owned one, and bundled it up before pressing it to Tony's chest to try and quall the bleeding.

The Ambulance arrived in a little over three minutes, and had Tony loaded up in less time than that. It was the most intense ambulance ride in his life, having lost the agent once on the way before getting him back. Now he was here, in this waiting room. Waiting. Waiting for his agent's fate, his love's fate.

Gibbs' thoughts were interrupted as the operating doors were opened and the surgeon that worked on Tony came out holding a clipboard and looking exhausted from the long hours of operating. As the man's tired eyes landed on the group of federal employees he smiled. The surgeon cleared his throat getting the attention of the group before speaking.

"I assume you are here for Anthony DiNozzo?" He said not waiting for an answer as he looked down at the medical file in his hands. "As you can guess he suffered from massive blood loss, even with your agent trying to slow it down." He said as he gave McGee a small smile before continuing. "Luckily the bullet missed his inferior and superior Vena Cava, though the bullet did tear his aorta. We were able to repair it and stop the bleeding. He's stable now and I predict a full recovery. I'm going to ask you to refrain from visiting him until he wakes up. And also at least a month before going back to work, and even then another month or two until he is recovered enough to do anything more than paperwork."

The man gave the team Tony's room number and one more smile before walking away to check on his other patients. There was an unanimous sigh of relief that was not heard, but rather felt as the team relaxed, knowing that Tony was going to be okay, in pain for a bit, but alive

So? What do you think? I looked up so many medical stuff, but only ended up using a snippet of what I learned, so now I have all this medical mumbo jumbo in my head haha. I know that I probably lost a lot of readers with my horrible uploading schedule, but to those of you still reading I want to ask you a question. Do you want me to write lemony goodness at the end of this fic? (Yes we are reaching the end of this fiction) Please reply in the reviews okay?

Well thats all for now. Remember reviews make my world go round. :D