NCIS Short Stories

Shrapnel

"Tim!"

Voices encircle me. I can't tell whom they belong to.

"Tim?" I feel hands trying to pick me up. I groan. Something sharp is in my side. No, my head. No, everywhere. Hot liquid is dripping down my face. I think its blood.

"Timothy McGee," I think the voice belongs to Gibbs, my boss, "Can you hear me?"

"Yea, Boss, I can," my voice comes out high and its painful to speak.

"Tim you got hit with the shrapnel from the bomb," Gibbs says, "Do you think you can stand?"

"Not sure," is my reply.

"Ok, we are going to pick you up. Ready?" I nod and brace for pain. And it sure does come. I scream. The pain is pulsing from every place I can think of. I start breathing heavily.

"Good, Timmy," Tony jokes. I open my eyes for once. They are all covered in blood. And I can't tell if it's theirs or mine.

"What do you think, Tony," is my sarcastic reply.

"Just asking Tim." We continue walking. I look down at myself, and realize that I have cuts oozing blood all over me.

"Gibbs," it's Ducky, "What happened?" He comes over to help me. An ambulance is pulling up. The paramedics try to take me, but I insist I am fine. Gibbs gives them a look that says 'don't touch him'. They don't. I am set on the ambulance and inspected. So are the others. I took the most damage. My head starts throbbing more then before. Everything is a little blurry, and I start to get a little dizzy.

"Agent McGee?" I grab on the the side of the ambulance.

"Tim?" I squeeze it tighter. Then everything starts tipping and turning. I collapse in the arms of Gibbs and Tony. The world turns black.

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Ok so I totally agree. TONS OF WORK NEEDED! Ideas welcome and I will gladly re-write it.