PLEASE READ: Just so you know, updates will be slow. I don't have allot of time on my hands but I wanted to get this posted. And also, I'm dedicating this story to mt friend, Hermione's Shadow. She helped me quite a bit with this and she deserves some thanks! :)
And lastly, I do not own NCIS or the characters, they all belong to CBS. *Sigh* Okay, got the the depressing disclaimer over with, now on with the story! :D
"Tony!" He yelled, banging his fist against the door a second time. "Come'on DiNozzo, open up!" He waited for a response, but receiving none, he had to roll his eyes. He was sore, tired, and hungry and wanted nothing more than to go home and try to erase the remains of the three day, two night case from his mind. But instead here he was, standing outside of Tony's apartment, banging on the door, trying to make himself heard to the senior field agent as he tried to return the man's cellphone.
He was half-tempted to just leave the phone outside on the doorstep and call it quits, but he knew the older man's home phone was down for the next few days due to electrical problems with the apartment building and he also knew that if Gibbs wasn't able to contact him should they have a call out for a case, he would not be happy. With a sigh, he tried again. "Tony, I know you're there, I saw your car out in the parking lot!" he yelled through the door, shifting from one foot to the other out of exhaustion and frustration.
After yet another few minutes of silence, he lost his patience. He'd just go in and leave it on the table where Tony would be sure to see it. Trying the knob first, he was unsurprised to find it locked. So, he instead reached into his back pocket and pulled out his lock picking kit. Something he had learned to carry with him at all times since his second year of NCIS.
He smiled in triumph when he was able to pick the lock in under a minute. 'A personal best,' he thought with a smirk.
Letting himself into the familiar apartment, he took note that the lights in the living room and the small kitchenette were still on. He frowned at that. Tony always shut the lights off before he went to bed, so he was obviously still up. Why hadn't he answered the door then? He had a disturbing feeling in the pit of his stomach and he knew something was wrong. If there was one thing he had learned from Gibbs is was that you should always trust your gut feelings.
"Tony?" he asked tentatively, almost afraid of what he would find. "Tony, you okay?" he asked again. Rounding the corner, he glanced at the big forty-seven inch TV screen hanging on the wall. He gut churned again as he noticed it wasn't playing some movie or another as usual. Entering the room quietly, hand resting on his sig, he scanned the room with careful eyes.
As he neared the couch, he finally spotted his partner. He was half laying across the couch, head resting on his arm, one hand hanging over the edge of the couch. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be asleep. But Timothy McGee knew better. He went around to the other side of the couch and knelt next to his friend.
"Tony?" he asked, touching the man's shoulder gently and giving him a small shake. "Tony, I need you to wake up." he said, shaking his friend harder. Receiving no response, he had to swallow past the lump in his throat as he reached out to press his fingers to the man's neck in search of a pulse. The relief was brief as he managed to find the beating beneath his fingers before he realized it was beating way too fast.
"Oh, man." He started searching his pockets with slightly shaking hands for his cellphone. Finally finding it, he flipped it open and hastily dialed nine-one-one.
"Nine-one-one. What's the emergency?" A calm female voice asked from the other end.
"I need an ambulance to 1412, Klive lane, apartment number 142. My partners down. I'm not sure what's wrong with him though." He said as calmly as he could.
"An ambulance will be dispatched immediately. Could you describe his symptoms to me?" she asked.
"Rapid pulse, he won't wake up. He may---" he halted in his description as his eyes zeroed in on something in Tony's hand.
"Sir? Sir, are you there?" the woman asked, but he ignored her.
Grabbing one of the tissues from the box on the coffee table so he wouldn't contaminate whatever it was with his prints, he carefully took the object from his partner's hand. Turning the item, which turned out to be a pill bottle, over in his hand he looked at the label. Oxycontin. Pain pills. He shook the bottle. It was empty.
He looked up and stared at his partner in shock.
"Sir? Are you alright?" the woman continued to ask, still trying to get his attention.
"Yeah." he finally answered, never taking his eyes from his partner, "Tell the dispatch he overdosed." he informed her. Then he snapped the phone shut before she had a chance to answer and dropped it back into his pocket.
The next four minutes before the paramedics hurried through the door, he tried to contemplate just why his partner would try to kill himself.
Okay everyone, tell me what you thought please! I put allot of work into this story and still am and would love to know what you think of it. :)