Her prompt: Shifter!Gibbs the white tiger with the blue eyes and Tony the Coati... (at your leisure...)
“Gibbs!” An upset voice penetrated the darkness and Jethro Gibbs tried to open his eyes. “Lie still, dear boy. You’ve been injured quite badly, my friend.”
Jethro Gibbs tried to lift his head but his body wasn’t responding to commands. What had happened?
“Duck?” he managed. “What…?” He forced his eyes open but everything seemed blindingly bright. He groaned, only vaguely aware of Ducky’s hands as they cupped his head. He must have drifted off again.
“Come on now, Jethro. I need you to open you eyes, my friend.” Ducky’s voice was quietly modulated but still cut right through him. This time Gibbs’ eyes opened without a huge struggle and he managed to lift his head.
“What happened?” He scanned the scene slowly, mindful of his headache and the way his eyesight was swimming in and out of focus. Several concerned faces loomed over him—Ducky, McGee, DiNozzo, and Ziva. He could hear Palmer speaking some distance away.
“What do you remember, Jethro?” Ducky asked. He admired the team’s restraint. If they started talking all at once, his head would explode.
What did he remember? They’d come to the house after the call of two bodies, one in uniform, had come in. But they’d only been able to find one, despite the constant LEO presence. He and DiNozzo had secured the scene, McGee and Ziva the perimeter. He’d sent Ziva and McGee off to interview the neighbors when…
“Big cat?” Gibbs saw a flash of a furry muzzle, fangs gleaming, claws raking across his body then…nothing. “How bad, Duck? Did you kill it?” He tried to sit up but started coughing.
“Easy, easy, Jethro. Mr. Palmer is seeing to it. Tony shot it twice but it is expected to live?”
“That’s good?” he managed.
“It may lessen the tests we have to perform on you. The rabies tests alone are an awful trial.” Ducky frowned, looking down at his chest and Gibbs’ eyes followed. His shirt and undershirt were shredded and deep cuts marred his chest. Some were covered with bandages but it was clear that Ducky was actively treating the others.
“Claws?”
“Yes. And a deep bite to your forearm. You also struck your head very hard when the animal knocked you over. I don’t understand how it didn’t kill you.”
“I shot it.” Tony’s voice was a bit shaky and when Gibbs met his senior agent’s eyes he could see how upset the situation had made Tony.
Ducky nodded. “The animal has been tranquilized and we’re waiting for animal control to get here to transport it. I need to get you to the hospital. The agents can see to the scene.”
“The other victim?” Gibbs asked. Something didn’t seem right about it all but he was in far too much pain to deal with it right now. He had to trust the team to get the answers.
“Working on it, Boss,” Tony assured, sounding a little more authoritative.
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Date: 2012-01-08 04:53 pm (UTC)“Gibbs!” An upset voice penetrated the darkness and Jethro Gibbs tried to open his eyes. “Lie still, dear boy. You’ve been injured quite badly, my friend.”
Jethro Gibbs tried to lift his head but his body wasn’t responding to commands. What had happened?
“Duck?” he managed. “What…?” He forced his eyes open but everything seemed blindingly bright. He groaned, only vaguely aware of Ducky’s hands as they cupped his head. He must have drifted off again.
“Come on now, Jethro. I need you to open you eyes, my friend.” Ducky’s voice was quietly modulated but still cut right through him. This time Gibbs’ eyes opened without a huge struggle and he managed to lift his head.
“What happened?” He scanned the scene slowly, mindful of his headache and the way his eyesight was swimming in and out of focus. Several concerned faces loomed over him—Ducky, McGee, DiNozzo, and Ziva. He could hear Palmer speaking some distance away.
“What do you remember, Jethro?” Ducky asked. He admired the team’s restraint. If they started talking all at once, his head would explode.
What did he remember? They’d come to the house after the call of two bodies, one in uniform, had come in. But they’d only been able to find one, despite the constant LEO presence. He and DiNozzo had secured the scene, McGee and Ziva the perimeter. He’d sent Ziva and McGee off to interview the neighbors when…
“Big cat?” Gibbs saw a flash of a furry muzzle, fangs gleaming, claws raking across his body then…nothing. “How bad, Duck? Did you kill it?” He tried to sit up but started coughing.
“Easy, easy, Jethro. Mr. Palmer is seeing to it. Tony shot it twice but it is expected to live?”
“That’s good?” he managed.
“It may lessen the tests we have to perform on you. The rabies tests alone are an awful trial.” Ducky frowned, looking down at his chest and Gibbs’ eyes followed. His shirt and undershirt were shredded and deep cuts marred his chest. Some were covered with bandages but it was clear that Ducky was actively treating the others.
“Claws?”
“Yes. And a deep bite to your forearm. You also struck your head very hard when the animal knocked you over. I don’t understand how it didn’t kill you.”
“I shot it.” Tony’s voice was a bit shaky and when Gibbs met his senior agent’s eyes he could see how upset the situation had made Tony.
“Good work, DiNozzo,” Gibbs rasped. “Palmer safe, Duck?”
Ducky nodded. “The animal has been tranquilized and we’re waiting for animal control to get here to transport it. I need to get you to the hospital. The agents can see to the scene.”
“The other victim?” Gibbs asked. Something didn’t seem right about it all but he was in far too much pain to deal with it right now. He had to trust the team to get the answers.
“Working on it, Boss,” Tony assured, sounding a little more authoritative.