Pieces

A/N: Unsatisfied with the fast-forwarding of the premiere, I've decided to rewrite some things. So this will be bits and pieces of the episode, slightly changed around, some a LOT changed around lol. I call it "Pieces" for the simple fact that it will be a collection of pieces of the episode I thought could've been better... Enjoy!

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*(Scene: bullpen, when Gibbs finds McGee, and McGee is taking off his suit coat because he's hot...)*

"McGee, wait," Gibbs said and crossed the destroyed bullpen to stand in front of his agent.

"What?" McGee questioned. Gibbs looked down at McGee's abdomen, and the younger man's eyes followed to see the large piece of glass protruding from his own body. "Oh no..." No wonder he'd felt so strange; hot.

Gibbs stood there appraising the agent, realizing that Tim was in a state of shock and that that was probably why he hadn't noticed there was something wrong until then. But in an instant, he felt McGee start to get a bit wobbly, and suddenly began a descent to the floor, nearly dropping to his knees before Gibbs caught him. "Whoa there, McGee," he helped ease him down, gently.

"Boss...I..." he was getting a bit pale, Gibbs realized, and had begun shaking.

"Hang on, Tim. I'm gonna get help," he pulled out his phone and dialed without taking his eyes off the younger agent's. "Vance," he said when the other line picked up. "I'm upstairs in the bullpen; what's left of it. McGee's hurt. I need medics up here ASAP."

McGee looked at his boss as he ended the call, suddenly having the revelation of the full extent of what had happened. "Boss...Abby...Is she okay?"

"Abby's fine, Tim," he assured him. "Just a scratch. She's just fine."

"Good. That's good," he told him, then grunted in pain.

Gibbs looked back at the wound and was surprised to see the sudden excelling of blood flowing from beneath the glass, where it only seemed minor just moments ago. "Damn... Sorry, McGee."

"F-for what?" he asked.

"Gonna have to put pressure on this. It's not gonna feel good," he told him as he tore off the sleeve of his suit coat. Gibbs bunched up the material and carefully circled it around the protruding glass, before pressing down against where the blood was flowing. Tim yelled out, wordlessly, grasping at Gibbs' arms with both hands. "I know! I know, Tim, just hang on..."

Suddenly there were medics all around him, ushering Gibbs away, and taking over with McGee. He watched as they stabilized him enough to get him on a stretcher, and one of them approached the older agent. "Sir, we're taking him to Bethesda. We've got him stabilized for the moment, but-"

"You have them call me if that changes," Gibbs interrupted. "The moment anything changes, you hear?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You take good care of him. I'll be there once I've got the rest of my agents safe." He walked alongside the stretcher as they moved. "You hear me, McGee?" he asked.

"Y-yes, B-Boss," he shakily replied.

"You're gonna be okay. I'll see you soon. You'll be okay, you hear me?"

"I..." Tim swallowed convulsively, then coughed; bloody spittle dotting his mouth.

"Let's move!" the medic yelled...

TBC...