I die ...
A story with humor, but serious output, or is it? Deceptive title on unsustainable away?
I die ...
I, Anthony DiNozzo die, straight. What are you listening this? Certainly not to my pointless ramblings, what I give of myself, the more likely is a sign that I am still alive. No, but you notice it on the big pool of blood next to me. How this came about I will tell you in a few sentences, it can also be a few more, depending on how long I manage to keep my eyes open.
had not started so bad the day I arrived only five minutes late, Gibbs was nowhere to be seen, Ziva had a few days off and could therefore not nervous and McGee sat at his Place. I crept up to him and gave him a pat on the back of the head. as I had intended - - Startled, he jumped. Good mood, I went to my place and said "Good morning Bambino". This just looked at me angry and continued to work on his papers. I remained unmoved, dropped my backpack fall next to my desk and sit on my chair. So far so good, I started a few minutes to finally edit my files stack, because Gibbs did not appear easy. How boring, I thought, as it was already noon and I only four or five acts - of about twenty or so - had finished. But Gibbs was still missing, unaccounted for. I decided to get some food and asked McGee - nice as I am now times - whether he wanted to have something. Then he looked at me completely confused, acted as if I was from another planet and only when I looked at him sharply, he also ordered what and handed me the money in hand. After a good ten minutes I was already back from the Chinese restaurant nearby and gave my colleague for his dinner. Relaxed, I sat down at my place, put the legs on the desk and began to relish my noodles with fried Hünchenfleisch to devour in a sweet-sour sauce. The eyes of Tim, the seemingly did not fit my Essweise, I ignored skillfully. With his mouth full, I asked him whether Gibbs had been reported, but he just shrugged his shoulders. Slowly I began to seriously worry about my boss. After I had finished my lunch, I went to Cynthia and erkündigte me with her, if she knew what. She was also puzzled as Director Shepard, but she gave me the indication that Gibbs was the day before a long time in the office and an old case had been sitting. So I took the legs in his hand and went to the place of my superiors. My good mood turned into concern for and an uneasy feeling spread to my stomach. Gibbs would have done anything stupid yet. I thought to myself, but my inner voice told me that he had yet made.
McGee looked at me somewhat confused, as I sat on the chair of my boss and combed through the files, but I never noticed the young agent. I quickly found the case mentioned by the Director and scanned the file, as well as the margin of Gibbs. Finally, I found evidence that the offender, who until now was not caught, all lived nearby. Of course, I could imagine that Gibbs had been alone on the path to the killer to make it. I shook so much unreason on his head. Finally, I forced myself to McGee him know that I would make the search for Gibbs, as he put maybe in trouble. I grabbed my things and drove to the address that was standing on one of the many notes written by Gibbs. Probably, these were at the house of the suspect. I was right, because after a good half hour drive, I reached a small house, stood before the car of my boss. From Gibbs unfortunately lacked any Track. I feared that he would stay inside the building and that not entirely voluntary. So I drove past the house, turned my car off a road on and snuck up behind the property. It reminded one of these bad horror movies, in which the estate had come down completely and totally exaggerated. I could not believe that something like this really existed. So I approached the ruins, and I could not quite believe that anyone would live there, much less stop because my boss would - soon I realized that I was mistaken. When I reached one of the holes in the wall, which used to be a Solid been his, had to enter late I care. What I saw pleased me not. Gibbs saw on a metal chair and was shackled with handcuffs. He did not look good. His head was hanging down and the dark red stains on his shirt were safe blood. Just as it looked like he had been badly. I looked around and found that no one was outside him in space. But when I was about to climb inside, the door opened with a loud creak. I went in and watched what happened. At the same time I dug my cell phone from his pocket and wrote Tim a text message that he should immediately come with reinforcements and an ambulance to her. Then again, I devoted my more perfect Attention to the half-starved-looking man (my attention). He waved his gun around in front of Gibbs's face and shouted at him angrily. Inevitably I had to smile, it was anything but good to yell at my boss, but he would more than pay for and burn in hell. And as I had imagined, not at all liked the Roar In Gibbs. He raised his head and glared at his opposite angry, then he said something he would rather keep to yourself. I did not understand it, but it caused the guy to run down to disengage his weapon. Then he took aim and a loud bang pierced the silence. I will probably never forget Gibbs face as he with a mixture from shock and surprise, and finally mustered only his kidnapper, who fell lifeless to the ground after a few moments. Only then he saw me. I ignored him but no more, but looked around the room, which looked as if there had been raging a long time ago a fire. When I was sure that no danger threatened, I secured my weapon again, stowed it in place, climbed through the window and headed former unerringly towards him. With "All right boss?" I welcome him and went to tamper with the handcuffs. "DiNozzo, what the hell are you doing here?" He asked in his usual sarcastic tone, instead of an expected Acceptance speech. But I, who was already used to ignoring it and replied: "You save your ass." With a shrug, my boss took it for information. When I had him freed na good thirty seconds, he missed me unexpectedly Sap. This time I was the one who looked shocked and surprised to boot. "For what it was ..." I began to ask my question, but I got no further. With a strong kick the door was reopened and an equally emaciated man, the one I had just shot, looked confusingly similar, stormed into the room - probably armed with a revolver still in the wild west. Slightly rushed he saw of Gibbs me back and forth, until finally his attention to the dead on the floor a lot. For a second his eyes remained on the corpse and the ever growing spot of blood. Then he raised his weapon against Gibbs quickly and fired. In my brain it was working to draw my weapon, unlock and then to even shoot it was too late. I tried it anyway, but at the same time jumped in front of my boss and fired several times from my weapon in flight. I saw this guy on the floor sagged and are also regnungslos remained. I also landed on Earth, well, not really quite. I ended namely Gibbs, who was not thrilled that I was on him. He threw me a couple of not very nice words towards me, and finally rolled to one side as I did not make the slightest Anstallt get up, but had more or less a reason. I felt terrible fact, my whole body ached and I felt a sharp pain in the chest. Breathing a lot to me obviously difficult. When I still made no move to get up, Gibbs turned to me. I could see changed as his ice-blue eyes, her expression - by angry anxious to infinity. This was at first a bit scared, but I quickly realized what was wrong with me. I was shot and the way it looked, it was not good for me. Gibbs knelt down beside me and pressed his hands to the heavily bleeding wound in my chest. He wanted to say something, but I was like, "Bambino, is out and an ambulance, too." I tried to smile, but what I failed because of the pain and torment came over for sure. The worst was not that I was shot and may die would, but the view from Gibbs. I knew him too well, because it was the same expression he had in his eyes when Kate was then shot on the roofs of the port. "DiNozzo!" Began my boss, but he was interrupted by the howl of sirens. He looked at me, gave me the order so not to die and ran away to lead the rescuers to me.
So now I lie here, then, slowly bleeding to death and I'm alone. I hope that Gibbs is back in time before I join the great army, or rather kick the bucket. I wonder if Ducky will probably cut me. I am particularly interested in what he will say to my health, after all, I stuff every day fast food and a plethora of sweets some more. And who is angry McGee? Used to be that Kate and I alternated but since Ziva is there, everything is different. But even when I bless the temporal now, I even saved the lives of Gibbs. Since my strength wane, I can see more than vague and not really hear what happened to me, I'm assuming that I shall meet the almighty Lord. But until I realize how many words and phrases for it yet, I die 'is, but I'll bet Ducky knows even more.
And while I so on the cold floor in the lying-down house, slowly bleeding to death and along the way philosophize about phrases, the paramedics arrive and take care of my injury. I close my eyes and hope that I will open it but maybe even more times. Then, in black and darkness surrounds me.
In short, I am dying .... or maybe not?
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