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But I won’t do that
For penguingal: Gibbs/Tony, "I'd do anything for you, boss."
"Gibbs! Down!"
The panic in Tony's voice was enough to make him hit the ground, just before he heard the gunshot. A moment later, Tony landed on top of him. Gibbs felt something warm and wet trickle into his hair and moved, sliding out from under Tony.
Tony was pale, and the ragged hole in his shirt showed where the bullet had hit him, right in his upper right arm. Through and through, from the looks of it; Gibbs tore off his T-shirt and wrapped it around Tony's arm, pressing down to stop the bleeding. McGee came running over--Gibbs gave him one look and McGee dug out his cell, dialing for an ambulance.
"Idiot," Gibbs cursed at him. "How the hell did you get in the way of that bullet?"
"I was trying to stop it from getting to you," Tony said weakly. "You weren't going to make it."
"It's not your job to get shot for me!" Gibbs snapped.
"It's my job to have your six, Boss." Tony countered.
"That doesn't involve you getting shot!" Gibbs pressed down harder. "Tony--" He shook his head. "I'm not going to let you put your life on the line instead of mine."
"I didn't, Boss. I'll be fine once they stitch me up and give me some blood." Tony's voice was thin, but steady.
"This time. What happens next time?" Gibbs looked around, wondering where the fuck the ambulance was.
Tony managed a faint smile. "You don't get it, Boss."
"Don't get what, DiNozzo?"
"I'd do anything for you, Boss. Don't you know that?" Tony licked dry lips. "Don't you get it?"
Gibbs swore. "We're going to discuss this later," he said, hearing sirens.
Tony smiled. "I'm sure."
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