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Half an hour later Tony sat in the waiting room of the ER. The doctors had taken Tim to a room and not come back for over half an hour. Now Tony might not know much about hospitals but he knew that not getting news for that long was not good. Just as he was about to get up and ask someone what had happened to McGee, he saw a doctor enter the room. He seemed to be searching for someone.
"Friend of Timothy McGee?" he asked.
Tony got up and walked over to him. "That's me doc"
The doctor took a look at him and asked. "Are you Tony?"
Tony nodded. The doctor seemed relieved. "Thank God, I was afraid he was lying"
"What do you mean?" he asked eyes narrowed in suspicion.
The doctor blinked. "Oh I'm sorry it's just that your friend is refusing medical treatment."
"What! What do you mean he's refusing treatment?" Tony yelled out.
"Sir if we could take this somewhere more private." The doctor asked guiding him toward one of the hallways. Tony followed in compliance.
"So what have you done?" he asked. Because come on they had to have done something to McGee, right? I mean how could someone be there for half an hour and not do anything?
The doctor immediately got on the defensive. "We have done a general checkup and taken his vitals and assessed his wounds but he refuses any treatment."
"Has he told you how he got his injuries?" He asked.
"Umm, no he hasn't said a single word." The doctor looked at his clipboard. "Other than saying he refuses treatment." Hearing this Tony felt his anger build up.
"So why did you call me?" Tony asked. If McGee was refusing treatment then why did he want him there?
"Mr. McGee requested to leave but it's against hospital policy for a patient to leave without having someone to pick them up. It's for their safety."
"So you just let him waltz out of here without treatment?" Tony snapped. "What kind of a hospital is this anyways?" He asked angrily.
"He is signing out AMA sir there is nothing we can do."
"AMA, he's signing out AMA!" Tony half yelled/half asked.
The doctor nodded. "I was hoping you could convince him to accept treatment."
Tony rubbed a hand over his face. Just what was Tim thinking? "What's the room number?" He asked barely concealing his anger.
"316" The doctor all but squeaked out his response.
Tony nodded and started walking away. "Just wait doctor he'll get treatment whether he wants to or not." The doctor simply nodded wincing at the amount of anger he heard in the other man's voice. He hoped he had not made things worse.
Tony walked over to the room in a huff. Doctors and nurses alike seemed to understand that he was not to be disturbed and they gave him a wide berth. Reaching the room number he grabbed the handle and pulled.
McGee was sitting on the hospital bed trying to tie his shoes. He kept wincing every so often and trying to catch his breath. Hearing footsteps he growled out.
"Took you long enough. Do you have the forms?" He asked impatiently, his attention still on his shoes.
"McGee." Tony called through clenched teeth. McGee for his part didn't seem to notice the tone.
"Tony? Oh thank God I was wondering when you would come and…." McGee's words trailed off as he looked up and noticed the look on the older man's face.
"Umm, what's wrong?" He asked.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Tony yelled out. "What's wrong is that you're refusing to let the doctors treat you. That's what's wrong!" McGee winced.
Tony continued his tirade. "Just what the hell is wrong with you McGee anyways?"
At this McGee bristled. "Nothing is wrong with me Tony; if you would be so kind as to be my ride then I'll be out of your hair and not bother you anymore."
"You're not bothering me McGee; I'm just worried about you." Tony answered.
Hearing Tony's gentle answer McGee's anger deflated. "Tony"
"Why won't you get treated McGee?" Tony asked. "And just what other injuries did you get?"
McGee didn't answer just stared stubbornly at the wall.
Tony sighed. "Come on McGee what's wrong?" he asked looking straight at the younger man.
McGee finally looked up. "It's not that bad Tony and they want to keep me in the hospital for a few days."
Tony snorted. "Not that bad McGee. Have you seen yourself lately, you look like you're about to keel over."
McGee looked at him with a pleading look. "Please Tony, you just have to say you'll give me a ride and I'll be out of here."
Tony looked at him and sighed internally. "Fine McGee we can leave if the doctor says you can go."
"Thanks Tony" Tony shook his head. He just knew he was going to regret this later.
"Ah, don't thank me yet McGee, here's the deal. You are going to let them treat you and we'll leave once they're done." McGee nodded. "And you are going to tell me how you ended up looking like you lost a fight with a truck." He stated seriously.
"Tony I'm telling you I fell on the…"
"Nope, don't want to hear it McGee. You either tell me the truth or I decline my offer." Tony looked at him sternly.
McGee nodded it wasn't like he would tell him the truth. He would just have to think of a more convincing lie. Just when had Tony decided to channel Gibbs anyways.
Getting an affirmative from McGee Tony clapped his hands. "Okay then let's get this show on the road."
Another two hours later and the AMA papers had been signed and McGee had been treated. Well with gauze around his midsection and his arm in a sling anyways. Tony opened the car door and they were on their way. Halfway through the drive McGee asked an important question.
"Does Gibbs know where we are?"
"Damn it" Tony cursed as he turned on his phone. "Some nurse told me turn off my phone and I forgot to turn it back on." He had barely finished saying this when his phone rang, Gibbs' name flashing on the screen. Quickly he answered.
"Hello Boss"
"Tony just where the hell are you? I've called you five times already." Gibbs yelled his voice heard through the phone.
"Well boss you see me and McGee are…"
"Is McGee there with you?" Gibbs asked.
"Yeah boss we were…"
"Don't care you were both supposed to be here two hours ago. Get your asses here now" Gibbs yelled as he hung up.
Tony closed his phone disconnecting the call. "I'm dead aren't I?" He asked.
McGee nodded somberly. "We're dead alright, rule number three."
Arriving at the building Tony helped McGee out of the car. While it hadn't been his original plan McGee had guilt him into taking him to work.
"No McGee" Tony replied firm in his decision.
"But Tony I don't even have to do any hard work, I can just be on desk duty for a while." McGee whined.
Tony stared at McGee with his arms crossed. "Fine McGee but when I get the head slap of my life for this you're going to pay."
McGee rolled his eyes. "Whatever Tony just hurry up because we're already late."
Reaching the bullpen Tony was seriously worried about that head slap. Hearing the elevator ding Gibbs saw his agents walk into the bullpen.
"Took you long enough, what did you two do anyways go on a mini-vacation" Gibbs growled. Tony came out of the elevator first and McGee seemed to be hiding behind him for some weird reason. As McGee came closer into view Gibbs noticed that something was wrong with his youngest agent.
"McGee is that a sling?" Gibbs asked. That was unexpected.
McGee looked at him with a deer in the headlights look glancing at Tony with a help me look. Gibbs narrowed his eyes in suspicion. Something had happened to McGee and Tony knew it. With a shake of his head he motioned them towards the elevator.
Once in the elevator he pulled the off switch. "Anyone mind telling me what the hell happened?" Gibbs asked making it clear that it wasn't a question but a command.
Seeing as McGee was just standing there pitifully Tony decided to take mercy on the poor guy and explain it himself. "Well you see boss McGee is hurt so we went to a hospital."
"I can see that Dinozzo," Gibbs turned his attention to McGee. "What happened McGee?" he asked gently.
McGee looked at the elevator walls and mumbled out. "I fell" Tony snorted.
"Fell?" Gibbs asked incredulously. McGee nodded not quite meeting Gibbs' eyes. Deciding to leave that alone for the time being Gibbs turned his attention back on Tony.
"What injuries are we talking about?"
"Cracked and bruised ribs, dislocated arm, and possible concussion" Tony rattled off the list exactly as the doctor had told him.
Gibbs turned an appraising eye at McGee. "Are you sure you're fit to be here?" he asked. It looked like McGee was ready to fall over at any moment. It was probably his sheer stubbornness that was keeping him up.
"I don't think that…."
"Desk duty" McGee answered effectively cutting Tony off before he could say otherwise. Tony gave him a glare and a look that promised they would talk later but said nothing.
Gibbs narrowed his eyes in suspicion. He was pretty sure there was something more that they weren't telling him.
"Put your things away and go see Ducky," Gibbs ordered turning back around and flipping the switch back on.
"But boss I already went to the hospital." McGee tried not to whine.
Gibbs cut him off with a glare. "You are going to put your things away and then going to see Ducky do you hear me McGee?"
"Yes boss" McGee answered. He sulkily stared ahead knowing he wasn't going to win this battle.
Once the doors opened all three men got out and headed for the bullpen. McGee walked over to his desk and started putting his things away.
"Good morning McGee how are…what happened Tim?" Ziva asked surprised to see her teammate with various injuries.
"Probie fell down the stairs." Tony answered sarcastically showing exactly what he thought of that excuse. McGee didn't rise up to the bait and just left to the elevator heading for autopsy.
Once McGee left Ziva turned back to Tony and Gibbs. "That was not a fall." she stated. Tony nodded. He knew that too. There was absolutely no way that McGee had gotten those injuries from a tumble down the stairs. He just wondered why McGee was hiding what had happened.
"Well my lad I have to say I've seen you better"
"Not my day I guess Ducky"
Ducky pointed at one of the sterile tables. "Well then hop on up" he motioned waiting for McGee to get on the table. "What happened?"
McGee shrugged. "I fell down the stairs just got a few scratches."
Ducky looked at his injuries and frowned. "Well allow me to disagree Timothy this is far more than a few scratches." Checking his injuries he became more concerned. "How in the world did the hospital let you leave is beyond me."
"Well I kind of signed myself out." McGee answered before Ducky called the hospital to scold their staff.
"That young man was not a smart thing to do why ever would you do that. I would say that you should rest for at least a two or three more days." Ducky finished re-bandaging his wounds. "You must leave immediately young man." Ducky scolded. "You are in condition to work I will inform Jethro."
McGee nodded acknowledging that when Ducky decided something little else could change his mind. Indeed about two minutes after Ducky had called Tony showed up.
"Hey there probie" he greeted. "The boss made me your ride today." He smiled. McGee groaned of all the people why did it have to be Tony.
Ten minutes later they were in the elevator and ready to go home. When they reached the parking lot Tony turned to Tim and became serious. "Don't think I forgot what I said this morning McGee we are having that talk today." He spoke in a no nonsense voice that sent across his message that McGee was going to talk to him today no exceptions.
McGee quietly nodded and got in the car. He knew Tony meant they were going to talk about how he had gotten hurt but he couldn't tell him. This was going to be a long discussion.
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