Tony and Gibbs are lost in the wilderness and one of them is hurt…

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Tony continued complaining as he walked along the river bank in the dark.

"No cell cover. No food. No water. And it's freezing."

"Yeah, DiNozzo."

"Damn it, Boss. We've been walking for hours."

"Don't you think I know that?"

"How could this happen? And why haven't they come looking for us yet?"

"Because they don't know we're out here."

"Oh, when I get back to the office, McGee and Ziva are…"

"DiNozzo!"

"Sorry, Boss. I'll shut up know."

"Don't move."

Something in Gibbs voice made Tony obey the order instantly.

Then he heard a loud, angry snarl and his eyes locked with those of a silver grey wolf standing a few feet in front of him.

"Crap…" Tony swore as the wolf growled again. Tony heard Gibbs move behind him and saw the glint of his Glock in the moonlight.

"Easy Tony." Gibbs whispered as he looked around for any more wolves.

Tony didn't move. He didn't dare to breathe either. The wolf was hunched over, his teeth bared, saliva dripping from his jaws. It clawed the ground, growling menacingly.

Shit, this crap only happens to me.

The wolf snapped and snarled.

Tony reached for his Glock.

He heard Gibbs shout as the wolf pounced.

He heard shots ring out, but didn't know if he or Gibbs had fired.

Suddenly the wolf was on him, its sharp teeth sinking into his shoulder, its claws ripping at the side of his neck and digging into his arm.

More shots were fired, but the force of the wolf slamming into him knocked him backwards into the freezing river.

He heard Gibbs calling his name, but the wolf was on top of him, it's now dead weight pressing him down. A second later his head connected sharply with something in the river and everything turned to blackness.