Category: NCIS hurt/comfort pre-slash fic

Rating: R/NC-17 for some scenes in this part

Characters: Everyone

Series: Yes

Spoilers: None intended but anything might get a mention

Summary: Mainly flashbacks to the incident which landed him in the hospital bed Tony now occupies.

Archive: Just tell me where it's going

Additional `stuff': See Part One

Title: Strangers in the night Part Two

Two nights earlier…

Tony had had what was, for him, a *great* evening. Not one cute blonde but twins. Hanging on his arm and his every word. The well- honed Dinozzo charm had proved too much for the girls and they were ready to have his children even before they knew his last name.

He smiled at the memory, and, watching him, Gibbs called Ducky over from where he had been standing by the window, reading Tony's notes. `Ducky! He's…'

Ducky looked across. `Smiling. Dreaming. Well, that's a good sign.'

`It is, right?' Gibbs pressed.

`Yes Jethro. It is.' Ducky said gently, laying his hand on Gibbs' tense shoulder, squeezing gently. `But he's still unconscious.'

Scowling, Gibbs sat back, eyes fixed intently on the pale still form in the bed.

As always, Tony left the girls giggling and blushing, but he left them at the bar and pleaded tiredness and an early start for his departure.

Walking out to his car, Tony's mind was still full of Tammy and Tina and his ears didn't pick up the swift approach of the three young thugs. The first blow, to the back of his head, dropped him to the concrete, his arm trapped under his weight, the bone snapped as it hit the edge of the pavement. He groaned, tried to fight off the groping hands that snatched for phone, wallet, anything of any value. He heard their angry curses, their tone changing as they realized he was some kind of cop with a badge like that, and two ran, leaving one to take his anger out on the barely-moving form at his feet, kicking, over and over. Tony's soft pleading tailed off into incoherent grunts as each blow landed…

Gibbs' head snapped up and Ducky dropped the metal folder onto the floor as he crossed the room swiftly, looking down at Tony.

`Ducky!' Gibbs waited anxiously, standing beside the ME as the older man waited for Tony's flickering eyelids to open.

`It's all right Tony…take your time now…there's no rush.' Ducky stroked the hair from Tony's damp forehead, smiling reassuringly as the Agent regained consciousness, understanding how strange Tony would find the experience.

Tony licked his dry lips. `Hey…boss…Ducky.'

Gibbs closed his eyes and offered up a silent prayer as Tony struggled to move.

`Not so fast my friend…you have some pretty serious damage I'm afraid. Lay still.' Ducky cautioned.

Tony moaned softly. `Thirsty.'

`Just a little Jethro.' Ducky cautioned.

Ducky left the room to find a doctor and Gibbs reached for a paper cup of ice chips he'd brought in earlier, more for something to do than out of any certainty that Tony would ever need them.

He slipped his arm under Tony's shoulders and held the cup to Tony's pale cracked lips. `Easy…not too much.'

`Yes Mom.' Tony whispered, a few ice shards melting on his lips, the drops sliding into his mouth.

Gibbs groaned, rolling his eyes. `You're feeling better.'

Tony laughed and gasped at the pain. Gibbs lay him back down slowly and replaced the cup on the bedside table.

`When you get out of here, you buy Kate…whatever she wants. She's been doing your paperwork while you've been in here, laying around.'

Tony smiled tiredly, eyes closing as he murmured: `Yes boss.'

Continued in Part Three…

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