<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Gibbs watched the briefing, turning over the facts in his head.  "Bring the best friend in for questioning.  I want to talk to him myself.  Did you get photos of Sarah's injuries?"  If they had, he might be able to use them to shock the friend into revealing something... if there was anything to be revealed.  If there wasn't... "Bring the dealer in, too."<br/>
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Tony rubbed his forehead briefly.  "Yes, boss."  He started to stride towards the elevator -- intending to go down to the garage, check out a car, and go retrieve one of the witnesses -- but halfway between his desk and the elevator, he had to steady himself against the wall as he coughed -- hard.  And kept coughing.<br/>
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Gibbs was reacting almost before he realized what was happening, unzipping the pocket of Tony's go-bag that held his inhaler and holding it up to his agent's lips.  "Easy, Tony," he soothed.<br/>
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Tony grabbed for the inhaler, sucking in the aerosolized medication without really registering that Gibbs had used his first name.  It took two puffs and several shaky moments before the coughing stopped, and he bent at the waist, leaning on the wall.  "Thanks, boss."<br/>
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"If you've got water in your lungs, you need to see Dr. Pitt," Gibbs said, his voice still gentle.  <br/>
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"I wasn't even in the water," Tony protested with a cough-roughened voice.  "I'm fine, boss.  Must have just got some -- I don't know, weird pollen at the scene or something."<br/>
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Plainly dubious, Gibbs leaned down until he could make eye contact with Tony.  "You haven't had a spell like that in a while, Tony."<br/>
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That was true -- he didn't know that he'd had one at work since before the rooftop - before Ziva.  "Guess I was due."  He straightened up and stifled the urge to rub his chest... it would only make Gibbs worry more.<br/>
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Tim was punching the keys on his laptop a little harder than strictly necessary.  It was the only way he had at present to express his growing frustration with both the investigation and the waiting.  He still hadn't heard from Sarah's surgeons.  He'd been told she'd been taken directly from the ER to the OR and given the name of her surgeons -- plural, which did not reassure him -- and told he would be updated when more information was available.  At least it had been easier to convince this nurse to give him information on Sarah than it had been to pry information out about Kate... but then, they had the same last name... and he was listed as Sarah's emergency contact, as  their parents lived some distance away.<br/>
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Thank God he was in a different waiting room than the one he'd spent so many hours in, waiting for word on Kate after her surgery.  Head trauma was apparently dealt with in a different segment of the hospital than plain old orthopedic repair... and both were just as thankfully far from the quarantine area where Tony and Kate had spent a long, sleepless night.  That helped -- but it didn't make waiting any easier.  He wanted to see his sister.  <br/>
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And if he couldn't see his sister... he wanted to be finding the goddamned bastard that had trapped her in a goddamned lake under a goddamned boulder so big it took a fucking pickup to haul it off her, and causing enough damage to make war-hardened Ziva David puke.</span></span>