Disc: I do not own the characters or the show of NCIS.
Couple: Leroy Jethro Gibbs & Anthony DiNozzo
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When I got home Tony was at the bottom of the stairs, passed out in an unnatural position. There was blood on the wall and on the stairs. I rushed over and checked his pulse. I took a deep breath. Thank God! I listened to his chest, he wasn't breathing so good, so I called the ambulance and then I called Ducky, and finally Brad. He wasn't breathing well at all, hell, he was hardly breathing.
"Tony, wake up for me, come on. Wake up, Tony."
He wasn't waking up. When the ambulance got there I got in the back of the vehicle and gave them a run down of that fact he had the plague about three years ago and his lungs were scarred. When we got to the hospital, I saw Brad and Ducky go into the treatment area with him. I was told to stay where I was. I took a deep breath. There were only two doctors I trusted and Ducky was the first, because he'd been with me so long. Then there was Brad, he had done well with Tony, he had helped him through the plague.
"Your ass is not leaving me, Tony. I've only just finally told you how I feel." I had paced for almost two hours, I was getting more and more annoyed, when Ducky and Brad finally came out. I walked over.
"Well?" Brad looked at me.
"We're lucky! It's just a bad infection, not anything else. I am keeping him in the hospital until the infection is taken care of and he is breathing better." I nodded, I had to agree after the way I had found him breathing.
"How bad did he hurt himself in the fall down the stairs." Ducky took his turn.
"Pulled some muscles in his back. He also pulled some ligaments in his wrist, they're doing surgery on it right now. When that's done, he isn't going to get to use his right hand for a good four to six months." I sighed and leaned back.
"You know Tony is going to hate that. He isn't going to get to do much field work. But he will do what I say. How long do you think this infection is going to last for, Brad?" Brad looked at me and he sat down.
"Hopefully a week, and then he needs to stay off work for a few days after that. I have told the nurses and doctors here that Tony is very convincing and not to fall for it. He is to stay until I give them the okay to let Tony go home." I nodded and smirked.
"Good, 'cause Tony is really good at talking people into doing something. If they have to have your okay, that's a good idea 'cause you will know when he's ready to go home." Brad nodded.
"When he is out of surgery, you can sit in the room with him. I have let the team here know that when you want to, you can be in Tony's room. Along with the rest of the team, there is one rule at night though, only one person can stay with him."
I nodded and I would be that one person who stayed with him at night. I would make sure of that. Brad and Ducky went to check in on Tony's surgery. I sat down and leaned back. He was going to throw a damn fit when he found out that he wasn't going to be able to do a lot of field work for four to six months. But he was also good at desk work, when he was given it, making calls and finding the information we need. When they gave me the okay to go into Tony's private room, I went in and sat down. He had woken up in ICU but had gone straight back to sleep. I got in one of those chair that was like a recliner and eased it back so I could get some sleep myself. If Tony needed me, I was right next to him.
I heard some harsh coughing and I got up and helped Tony sit up. I stroked his back and took his hand, putting it on my chest.
"Breath with me, Tony." He started to breathe easier, now that he was setting straight up. I stroked his chest softly.
"Gibbs…. It's late, you should be home, sleeping." I kissed his shoulder as I made the bed into a position were it was sitting up, and eased him back. I sat down and stroked his face.
"Tony, that chair is a good recliner and you know me, I can sleep anywhere. I want to be here with you and I'll get enough rest before I need to get home to shower for work. Plus, I've got the next two days off. I wanted to spend them with you, so I am." He lifted up his wrist and grunted.
"What the fuck is wrong with my wrist? It hurts some, but why is it wrapped?" I looked at him.
"Tony, when I got home it looked like you passed out coming down the stairs. You pulled some ligaments and Ducky says it is easy to damage it more then it already is. From what Ducky says, you can make your wrist permanently weak. It is going to take a few months of rest to get it to heal right. You need that arm to do your work. I will not hear shit about this at work, you will do as told, got me?"
Tony leaned back. I knew he wasn't happy about this. I stroked his hair some then down his face. He also hated hospitals and I knew he hated to be here. I knew he wanted someone to be here with him but he would never ask.
"Crystal Clear." I stroked his face and kissed him softly.
"Now try to get some more rest, it's about 04:00. I'll be here the rest of the night if you need me, just ask. Try to sleep propped up, it will help your breathing. That's how Brad had you sleeping after you had the plague."
The nurse had come in to check on him. She smiled and put something in his IV that had him going straight to sleep. I sat back down and leaned back in the chair. She brought me a blanket and covered me up. I nodded my thanks and let myself go to sleep, knowing the instant he woke and started to make a sound or movements, I would wake up. The next morning I woke up to find him awake and looking out of the window. The nurse had come in about a hour ago to give him a shot. Guess that was for the coughing because he seemed to be relaxed, not coughing, just laying there. Didn't mean he was happy because one thing we had in common was our total hatred of the hospital. I slide my finger along his hand and looked at him.
"Morning, Tony. You feeling okay?" He turned around, he leaned back into the pillow and looked at me. He shrugged and then grabbed the TV remote, he turned it on low, putting it on the news. "Tony, I know you hate hospitals, but you scared the shit out of me, when you feel down the stairs. Just let them get this infection gone and then you can go home." He looked at me and raised an eyebrow.
"I am stuck here because I know Brad, he's made sure that the rest of the people that work here know that I can talk myself out of here. I don't want you spending any more nights here." I sighed some and I sat on the bed. I turned the TV off and cupped his chin, making him look at me.
"No, Tony. I want to be here for you at night. Being in the hospital is hard enough with someone you know being there for you." He pushed my hand off his chin and then shoved the covers back and stood up. I was glad I had brought him some sweats and a t-shirt to wear.
"I guess as the patient, I can tell Brad I don't want anyone here at night or anyone during the day, visiting." I sat there, not sure what to say.
"Tony, I know you don't like hospitals and they make you moody. Tell me what the fuck is so wrong about me wanting be here with you? I didn't say that shit in the basement and not mean what I said about what you meant to me." He slid back under the covers and leaned back, he turned the TV back on.
"Never said anything about what happened in the basement. I know you meant what you said." I leaned forward and kissed him slowly. I stroked my fingers along both sides of his face and I looked at him.
"Then you understand why I want to be here? While I am not working, I want to spend some time with you." His bad hand rested on my lap as his other hand slide along my chest, he sighed and leant forward to kiss my cheek. He laid his head on my shoulder.
"Fine, you can stay but promise you will make sure that you get enough rest. You need to make sure to get the right kind of rest, for work." I nodded as I slid my hands along his face, kissing him again. He kissed me back, his good hand massaging the back of my neck as I eased him back on the bed, kissing him softly before pulling up.
"Just get better fast!" I lowered my head slowly and kissed him, I didn't want him to say anything else. He softly moaned as he stroked my chest, as I heard someone say.
"About time, Jethro." I looked up, it was Ducky. Tony was now blushing.
"Hey, Ducky! What are you up to today?" Ducky smirked and walked over and patted Tony's head.
"Tony, it's about time you and Jethro got together. You two have been looking at each other, lost, ever since he hired you." I shook my head. Sliding my hand over Tony's chest. "I came to check in on young Anthony, to make sure he was doing okay." Tony blush was still there. I had to say I liked Tony blushing.
"Doing okay, Ducky. Only problem is being stuck in this hospital but the medication they give me to ease the coughing is helping a lot." Ducky nodded, I let the two of them talk as I listened. Ducky nodded.
"Well, Anthony, how is your hand feeling today? The doctors think that it will only take four months to heal, not the full six months. You are young enough that it should heal up nicely."
Tony chest really didn't act up through the years since the plague. He had the normal colds in the winter, but Brad made sure he was dosed up on stronger pills that he would probably have to take for the rest of his life. Giving antibiotics for the cold meant it didn't become a worse infection. He had an inhaler for the winter and fall, he had to have on him at all times, in case his breathing shortened and he began coughing. Of course the team knew when Tony went behind a building or behind a car, usually after chasing a suspect, he was using his inhaler. Tony was a healthy man, that's why he was still at NCIS, his physicals always came out good. Tony leaned back as he slide his hand through his hair, he looked at me for a second before he turned to look at Ducky.
"Well, Ducky, that'll be good 'cause I really don't like to be stuck on desk duty." I leaned back.
"Well, you can question family and friends. You can go out with Ziva or Tim to do other things. Collecting evidence and working the crime scene, I'll have to say no because, Tony, you need to hands for that. But I won't just keep you on desk duty. I'll make sure you get to do some investigating." He sighed with relief.
"Good, 'cause, I mean, I have had desk duty before but usually it's for a week maybe, 'cause I have a cold. Brad doesn't want me out in the cold so I can get worse. But I mean, four months would drive me mad!" I slid my fingers threw his hair and nodded.
"Yeah, going to make sure you don't go mad on me, Tony. Only person that could stand that much time working at his desk would be Tim. You and Ziva are better at field duty. Tim is getting better, but he is more our technical guy, along with Abby." Ducky nodded and leant back, looking at us both.
"Well, I am glad you two have finally decided to get together. Are you going to tell Ziva and Tim? Because you don't really have to tell Abby, she most likely will figure it out. You may want to tell her first though, or she will be hurt you kept it from her." Tony nodded, he was best friends with Abby more then he was with Tim and Ziva. She was like a sister to him. He looked at me.
"Ducky, you're good at keeping secrets, so just keep it to yourself for now. I am not ready to tell the team. Maybe if it works out, Ducky, but it's only been about two days. Maybe when it's been a few months, we'll tell them." Ducky nodded and patted Tony's head and my shoulder.
"I am going to check in with Brad before he comes to see you, then I have plans for today. If you need me, call me and I'll come as soon as I can." Tony leaned back, his hand still on mine, as I nodded.
"See you tomorrow morning, Ducky, when you come to check on Tony." Ducky walked out. I slid my hand along his fingers, stroking it along his knuckles, as he looked at me.
"I want to wait, Jet, until we know this is going to work, before we let the others know." I nodded as I stroked his face, kissing him softly and sliding my hand along his chest. I looked at him.
"Tony, I want to know when you get out of here, do you mind coming and staying with me 'cause with one hand, you're going to need some help doing things? I don't want to rush our relationship, but I would like to take care of you. We go to work together, we come home at the same time basically, and I could help you with what you need to do, out side of work." I sat down, sliding my fingers along his hand. He had smooth fingers, the man pampered himself.
"Do I got a week to think about it, Jet?" I nodded as I leaned back in the chair, then stretching out as I stood up.
"Yeah, Tony, take your time. I'm going to get us some coffee and some food. Brad should be here soon. There's a diner nearby, I'll get something from there." He nodded and leaned back as Brad walked in. "Brad, he good enough to eat some food for the diner?" Brad nodded.
"Nothing wrong with bringing in good food for him. Hospital food doesn't taste good and all it is, is an infection in his chest and his wrist has pulled ligaments. If it had just been his wrist that was hurt, he would have been home."
I nodded and headed out as he sat down to talk to Tony. A week passed and I was driving him home to my place, where he said he was going to stay until his wrist was back to normal. He had learned in a week that he needed help with some things, what with being down one arm. I moved him into the spare room closest to my room. Just in case, during the night, something happened and he needed me. He still needed a few days of rest, so I took a week off, and then we would both go back to work together. Tim and Ziva were going to work cold cases, they would be fine.