Holly scowled at her computer. Normally she loved school but even she didn't enjoy having to retype a five page history report, the day before it was due. Because she had lost her flash-drive over the weekend. She cursed herself for not backing it up to her Google Drive account. She had to get a good grade on this project. Aside from the fact that it was thirty percent of her total grade. How pathetic would it be for the girl who's dad and brother had barely survived the plague, to fail a report on diseases of the Middle Ages? Even though she only recalled sleeping in the spare bedroom at Gibbs's house and Abby hugging her about a hundred times a day. Her teacher had literally signed her up to do the report on the bubonic and pneumonic plague. Even though she had told Mr. Cohen fifty times that she didn't remember it. Still she had poured herself into research, read articles, and checked them against other articles. Still Mr. Cohen had promised an extra twenty points of she interviewed her dad and Noah on their experiences. Noah had no memory of having the plague. Except feeling terrible and the blue lights. Hence why the blue lights were always unscrewed on the DiNozzo's, Christmas lights. Her dad had more memory of the ordeal but he always got so stressed when recalling it. That she could only get a tiny bit of information on him. Thankfully Gibbs remembered the entire ordeal in exact detail and could actually talk about it. She had jotted down information from both her web based research and the interviews but it wasn't near enough to fill five pages. She heard a knocking on her door frame and looked up to see Noah leaning in the doorway.

"What do you want?" Holly asked.

"Can you make us something to eat, Holly?" Noah asked innocently.

"No I have to retype this entire paper. Can't you wait for dad to get home?" Holly asked.

"He should have been home by now, it's almost seven thirty." Noah replied.

"You really need to work on telling time because it's only... seven fifteen!" Holly replied gasping when she saw how late it had gotten.

"Yeah it's weird he's never this late." Noah commented.

"It's OK he probably just had a case." Holly assured.

"He always calls when he is going to be working late." Noah replied.

"Maybe he's still in the field?" Holly suggested.

"No he would get Abby or Jimmy to call." Noah reminded.

"I bet something just came up at work. I am going to call Gibbs and see what's up." Holly replied.

Even though she was just as scared as Noah seemed to be. Holly tried her best to hide her fear. She had to be the rational one. She was sure that her dad was just fine. He had probably just gotten stuck in the field somewhere out of range or Gibbs was in a bad mood and making everybody stay late. She took out her cellphone and dialed her dad's number. It rang a few times but then went to voice-mail. She called him two more times and the same thing happened both times. She tried his desk phone and same thing. She tried Gibbs's cell first. If he didn't answer she would try his desk phone and if that didn't work she would call Director Vance. Gibbs's phone rang several times and just when she was about to give up a gruff voice answered.

"Hello?"

"It's me, Holly."

"Holly I was just heading to your place."

"Why?"

"I found your flash thing at my place over the weekend."

"My flash-drive?"

"Yeah that's it. Anyway I am bringing it over to you. I should be there in about five minutes."

"So you guys aren't working a case?"

"No, why?"

"Because my dad still hasn't come home."

"That's odd because I sent him home at five. He did say something about going to the grocery store, maybe he got held up. Have you tried calling him?"

"Yes but it went to straight to voice-mail."

"OK well I am almost to your house. I will check things out then. Try to stay calm, OK sweetie?"

"Yeah that sounds good."

Gibbs hung up with Holly and dropped his phone on the seat beside him. His gut had been churning all day. The case was cut and dry. The Marine had his gun holstered on his waste, his dog jumped on him, and pulled the trigger, and he bled out before anybody found him. He was looking forward to a relaxing evening in his basement but his gut was still bothering him. Now Holly had called and told him that Tony had not come home and was not answering his phone. That was not like Tony at all. He was always reachable especially for his children. He pulled into Tony's driveway. Grabbed his phone and Holly's flash-drive, and up the driveway. Holly and Noah were waiting for him on the porch. He had just placed Holly's flash-drive into her hands when his phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Yes I am his emergency contact."

"What happened?"

"I will be there right away."

"Thank you, goodbye"

"Shit!" Gibbs cursed under his breath as he flipped his phone closed. Why couldn't Tony stay out of trouble? Why did he always have to be the one who got hurt or infected with some weird disease? He had kids to take care of. It's not like he went out looking for trouble either. It just always seemed to find him. He shoved his phone in his pocket and looked down at the twins who were sitting on the porch staring at him.

"What's going on, Gibbs?" Holly asked.

"That was Bethesda, your dad was in an accident in the grocery store parking lot." Gibbs explained.

"Is he OK?" Holly asked.

"He's in a unconscious. They think he has swelling in his brain but they won't know until the scans come back." Gibbs replied voice cracking.

A/N: Will Tony be OK? How will the others react when they find out he was attacked by Ziva's "fiancee"? New chapter will be up soon. Please review and thanks for reading.