Boss, Why Me?

by Inks Inc

After nearly two years of being sidelined by Gibbs, without rhyme or reason, Tony is done. He's done with trying to figure out what he did, or where it all went wrong. And it's high time Gibbs knew it. With words said that can never be unsaid, he bids a rapid farewell to his life as Gibbs' right hand man, seeking a clean break. But nothing is ever clean, not really. AU S13 Ending.

13. On My Terms

Dr Mensen broke into a jog and then into a full on sprint as his pager shrieked with urgency at his waist. Bursting into the room of his most mentally challenging non-psych patient, he pushed his way through the barrage of emergency staff with expediency. He took over the running of the code immediately but he felt his heart sink. Working quickly, he yanked Gibbs' pillow out from under him, laying him flat and straight. His brow puckered as his expert hands gauged the galloping and frantic beat of his heart and the cold, clammy quality of his skin. He shook his head. He'd left him stable just a couple of hours ago. "What the hell has gone on in here?" he barked to the room. "I gave strict instructions for this man to be closely monitored." He growled as he whipped off his stethoscope and was about to press it down upon the rigid chest when the voice of a timid intern nervously interrupted his gate.

"Dr Mensen, I don't think-"

"Quiet. I need to figure out what's driving this man's heart so fast it's going to explode in his chest."

The intern swallowed nervously, shunted to the side by the body of advanced experience around her. She wanted to melt into the walls, but this was a man's life and she was the only one in the room with freakishly sharp vision. Her voice wavered once more but she managed to force the words out and raise her left arm high. "Dr Mensen I think the reason is heart is about to explode in his chest is because he's been poisoned." Hearing the burning speed of Gibbs' heart and the concrete contracting of the man's chest, Dr Mensen really wasn't in the mood for nonsensical intern gibberish as he quickly considered the pros and cons of emergency exploratory surgery. "Nonsense," the irate medic barked, "Who in the hell would risk breaking in to a hospital to poison a federal agent?" His instructions to prepare the nearest OR as a matter of hellacious urgency was cut short as the room shifted towards the intern who had an arm high in the air. Dr Mensen turned to stare and his eyes swivelled slowly up to the vial clasped in the shaking rookie's hand.

"Himself."

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A/N: I know this is pretty short, but there's an update real soon. This chapter is important for the way I wanna take this fic.

_Inks

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