"Tony."

everything froze for a minute before rushing forward in fast forward. Looking around for something suitable he cuffed the man to a mailbox. He almost didn't care about the guy that had broken into a couple houses on the base. His agent was down.

"Tony." with the suspect going nowhere but glowering sullenly at the scene, Gibbs joined McGee in a dash to his agent. His phone was whipped out on auto pilot.

"This is Agent Gibbs. I need an ambulance now. I have an agent down." he dropped the phone as he ran not bothering with the silly thing, his mind focus simply on the slumped form of his agent.

"What happened?" he demanded falling onto his knees next to his unconscious agent on the other side as McGee who was checking Tony over.

"No idea boss. I didn't hear any shot and I don't see and blood."

"He's not breathing." Gibbs noticed. Without any hesitation or conscious thought Gibbs fell into the rhythm of CPR. As he worked he noticed the color his agent was turning. His lips were blue and his skin grey. Gibbs swore mentally never loosing a beat.

"Breathe Damn it." Gibbs ordered, while pumping on his agents chest. Tony showed no signs of life causing Gibbs to worry more.

"McGee call for a pickup for the guy over there. Then call Ziva and have her meet us at the hospital. Let Abbs and Ducky know what's happening." Gibbs said panting slightly. The CPR still going.

"Yes boss." McGee said his voice all business as he pulled out the phone and dialed. His eyes however never left Tony's chest as he watched for life.

Gibbs rewards were finally rewarded with a small breath from Tony. Gibbs rolled him over on his side as Tony took shallow gasping breathes.

"Slow down Tony. Your fine. Try to breath slowly and deeply." Gibbs ordered still pushing on the back to help with the breathing, while the young man just gasped and shuddered. His eyes didn't open.

"Where is the damn ambulance McGee?" he demanded not liking the color of his agent.

The sirens wailed and Gibbs breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't leave Tony's side until he was pushed away by a business like young lady. As she worked over Tony she looked at Gibbs.

"What happened?"

"We were chasing the suspect when he collapsed. I haven't noticed any breathing problems before. He was out in the rain without a jacket for a coupe hours yesterday though. When we reached him he wasn't breathing. I performed CPR until he did then helped him onto his side to help him breath. He has been breathing on his own in shallow gasps for a couple minutes. I am not sure how long he went without oxygen. Not more than a minute or two."

"O2 is at 78 where starting him at 3 liters now. B/P is 100 over 42 but is getting stronger. Respirations are in the thirties but are shallow and rapid. Pulse is at 136. He has a temp of 101." another of the EMT's called out as she recorded it on a little notebook.

"Alright let's get him on the bus." she said pulling the backboard to her. Swiftly they placed it under the unconscious agent and strapped him in working together as a flawless team that was needed as they saved lives. In a flash they had Tony on a stretcher with a face mask on while a third EMT flicked on the lights and sped out.

Gibbs had no choice but to wait. The suspect couldn't just be left handcuffed to a mailbox. Luckily the second NCIS team arrived a couple minutes later.

"We got him Gibbs. Look after your boy." An elderly agent called as he caught the keys Gibbs threw him.

Gibbs nodded and climbed into the car.

"Good luck getting there in one piece." A female agent said with a quick grin as she kneeled down and unlocked the guy. McGee took a look at Gibbs face and knew the ride would be fast and crazy

"What the hell happened McGee?" Gibbs demanded again as they drove.

McGee, clinging to the seat for safety, answered, "No idea boss. I was right behind you when you took that guy down. I looked back to find Tony because he's usually right there with you securing the bad guy. He was on the ground when I saw him."

Gibbs accelerated a little more. 'At this rate,' McGee thought to himself, 'they'd catch up to the ambulance.' That's if they didn't die first. The look on Gibbs face was dangerous so McGee didn't even try to suggest he slow down.

Despite Gibbs's driving they arrived at the hospital a few minutes after the ambulance. Ziva, Abby and Ducky arrived a few minutes later worry written on their face. They walked straight to Gibbs and Abby through her arms around Gibbs and buried her tearstained face in his shirt.

Gibbs held her for a moment then she backed away wiping her eyes.

"How is he Jethro?" Ducky asked.

"They haven't told us anything yet." Gibbs answered shooting looks through the door as if he could see through the walls to where his agent lay.

"Maybe we should call Brad." Ducky announced a few minutes of silence later.

"Who?"

"Brad Pitt. Anthony's doctor."

"The one from the case?" Gibbs demanded.

"Yes. Anthony has had check ups with him every couple of months since the incident."

"He didn't say anything." Gibbs said.

"He nearly died Jethro. It worried him. And the check ups where more of going out for beers and reminiscing about the old days. but Brad would check everything and report it back to me. we worked it out in the first couple months. between the two of us we kept a close eye on the boy. "

"Do you have a number?"

"Yes. He gave it to me in case of emergency."

"Give it to me."

Gibbs pulled out his phone and dialed the number Ducky recited.

"Pitt." a relaxed male voice answered, followed by a women's questioning voice in the back ground.

"Dr. Pitt. It's Gibbs."

"Gibbs?" The name sounded familiar but he couldn't quite place it.

"With NCIS." Gibbs said and was about to say more when Dr. Pitts sudden business like voice demanded

"Which hospital are you are Gibbs?"

"Mercy."

"I'll be there in twenty minutes." the line went dead. Exactly twenty minutes later Brad burst through the doors in street clothes. He nodded at the team and walked straight to the nurse. "I need to be taken to Anthony DiNozzo immediately." he ordered authority ringing in his command.

"And you are?"

"His specialist. Agent DiNozzo had been under my care for three years now. He has underlying conditions that require special care." he flashed the badge he had from the hospital where he worked.

"Alright." the nurse said after studying his credentials.

"Tell me what you know so far." Dr Pitt ordered. The nurse bent ot pick up the chart and followed him reading the information as she led him back through the doors and into the bustle of the emergency room.

"Mr. DiNozzo presented with brea…." her voice faded as the doors closed. The team again settled into waiting.

Gibbs paced. 'Had Tony been sick?'

He had seemed a little pale after bring in the girl but he had been in the rain without a jacket for hours…

Gibbs paused his pacing to curse himself. He had sent Tony on a trek in the cold. And the rain. Gibbs himself had been busy and Tim was the best with the GPS thing. That had left Tony and Ziva. Gibbs resumed his pacing.

He had been fine this morning. Not said a word. He made a mental note to slap Tony for not telling Gibbs he was sick. Another hour passed. Gibbs continued pacing and thinking. Ziva stared. Abby cried. Ducky told stories. Tim looked sick.

After another eternity the door opened and a now scrubbed Brad entered.

"Let's find somewhere private." he told Gibbs.

A/N Thanks for the reviews and alerts. I'm going to try to update every day but i'm not sure that i'm going to get to it tomorrow. i have to work and i have a huge test in one of my courses for college this week that needs to be studied for. but Monday for sure. let me know what you thought of this chapter. thanks again for the reviews.