Tony plunged in.

The cool water lapped at his body as he swam downwards, hoping desperately to avoid the huge explosion he knew was taking place just a few feet above him.

He felt something strike his head and he tried to keep his mouth closed but the force of the strike was so strong, he let out an "oomph".

Breath escaped his lungs and bubbled out into the water. Precious oxygen! He couldn't swim any longer, his head a spinning whirlwind. Spots swam before his eyes-he thought they were fishes. He tasted salt, and knew he'd bit his tongue. He could see a streak of red in front of him.

Wildly, he remembered that when someone is struck very hard on the head, they bite down. His tongue hurt. The spots were fading to grey; some were black.

He couldn't help but suck in a large quantity of water. The world went black and he knew no more.

x

When Tony's body floated to the surface, facedown, Ziva and Gibbs swam out to retrieve his body. The explosion which had rocked the waterfront warehouse had taken out all of the drug gang.

It had also taken out Tony.

Ziva helped Gibbs swim with Tony's body back to the bank.

Ziva's foot struck the bottom and she and Gibbs lumbered up the riverbank.

"He is heavy," Ziva grunted.

"He is dead if he is heavy," Gibbs answered as he rolled Tony on to his stomach, straddled him and began to push on his back, hoping to get him to choke up the water.

A small stream of water trickled out of the agent's mouth.

Gibbs rolled him over on to his back, pushed Tony's head back, opened his mouth and breathed in to his mouth three times.

"Come on DiNozzo!" Gibbs urged.

Ziva, watching, started chest compressions. Gibbs breathed in to Tony's mouth three more times. Ziva did 30 more compressions.

Time seemed to stand still as Gibbs and Ziva tried to save Tony's life. They worked in tandem, Gibbs breathing for him and Ziva doing compressions Tony's chest.

A choking sound emerged from Tony's throat. Quickly, Gibbs turned Tony's head to the side and a thick stream of water was coughed out of his mouth. He spluttered. But to their immense relief, he took a breath and was breathing on his own.

Tony's eyes remained closed. McGee was on the phone, calling 911 for further assistance. Gibbs applied pressure on the three inch cut on the left side of his head.

Tony opened his eyes.

"Boss?" He asked, groggy.

"DiNozzo! What were you doing down there?" Gibbs asked, sounding angry.

"Trying... to get away... from the explosion," Tony coughed.

"Next time think more!" Gibbs smiled pulling Tony in to a fatherly hug.

Tony closed his eyes and sighed. He'd been hurt but he'd survived, thanks to Gibbs, Ziva and McGee. In the background, as his eyes closed, he heard the sirens coming.