Epilogue
The ambulance took Dinozzo back to the hospital with Gibbs riding shotgun. "Thanks for coming along, boss." Tony appreciated his boss joining him on the trip back to the hospital to make sure he was alright.
"It's not a problem Dinozzo. I needed to meet Amanda anyway…"
"Amanda?" Tony queried then remembered that Amanda was Dr Meyers.
At the hospital Dinozzo was wheeled off back to the ward as Gibbs put his arm around Dr Meyers' shoulders. "How do you fancy going to see a movie tonight?"
"Sure," she responded positively. "What did you have in mind?"
"How about 'Herbie – Fully Loaded'?!"
Two weeks later, Dinozzo ran across the garage, a crutch in his hand, to catch the elevator before it ascended to the upper level. As the doors pinged open at his floor he hobbled into the bull-pen making the most of his recent injury vying for the sympathy vote from Agent Farrell.
"Ah Agent Dinozzo, how are you feeling? Here let me get you a chair," she offered sweetly.
"Oh, not so bad," he replied emphasising the agony in his tone. "I'll be back to normal in a few weeks. The doc' says I just need some TLC."
"That's a pity," she consoled. "I have tickets to see 'Tainted Lust' this weekend, and I was hoping that you could have come with me, but it looks like you are in too much pain…"
"No, it's not really that bad. I love 'Tainted Lust'," Tony pleaded. He removed his crutch to prove to her that he was fine only to have Gibbs clip him at the back of the head.
"Rule number eight – 'Never take anything for granted!' Especially agents on crutches!"
The End
By Holstered .38