Okay, I had never expected so many people to want a second chapter, so here you all go!

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"Jethro!" I yelled, running forward. A red dot had been focused on his chest and only I noticed it as I came up the elevator. I ran as fast as my old body would allow me to and pushed him to the ground as a bullet whizzed by, hitting Jethro squarely in the shoulder and the force of that knocked his head into the wall.

Mix that with the fact he had no idea it was coming, he was knocked clean out. As a medical examiner I know he would be fine and the bullet had hit him no where of absolute consequence, but I also knew it hurt.

I was up quickly and shakily as I pointed out the window. A helicopter was flying away just high enough for normal, but not high enough to mess with it's obvious intended target as it flew away at a speed that suggested it had been moving slowly at first.

Hey, I may have been a Medical man but I talked to Abby often and I know a few things.

I looked back to Jethro to see McGee checking on his head which happily there was no damage and Ziva was rounding up the security. I watched the Helicopter fly away however. Something was not right in the least.

"Hey! I heard from the security something happened, what's- Oh my God!" Abby screeched. She sprinted forwards and knelt next to Gibbs. "Ducky! Come help!"

Her order snapped me out of my trance of sorts. I had moved to look at her when I'd first heard her, but I still hadn't acted out. I looked up to see a horrified look on Tony's face. "Anthony!" I exclaimed. "Get over here and help us! We have to move him!"

He nodded quickly and hurried over.

"What hit me, Duck?" Gibbs asked, holding his wounded arm. "A silver bullet" Ducky replied. "It was aimed for your heart, but when I tackled you it only hit your arm." he explained, finishing the bandages as I stood in the corner watching. "You're lucky Tony was here though" Duck added "None of us could figure out where the bullet went, but he found it. If he hadn't you probably would have died of Silver poisoning long ago." He sighed and looked over to me.

I looked away from him.

"Anthony, why won't you joke or talk anymore?" Ducky asked. I looked at him and sighed. "I don't feel right" was what I replied. I wasn't thinking when I said it, but now that I'd said that, I just continued. "I don't feel safe to people. I feel like I should be in a mental asylum." I muttered.

I could feel Gibb's eyes bearing into me. "And you never told us, why?" He demanded.

I threw my arms up exasperatedly "Because I'm afraid! I don't know where this came from! Ever since we started to chase the Winchesters, I've felt off. Like I'm insane. I've kept quiet both mentally and literally because I'm afraid I'll say something wrong." I panted after my outburst.

Gibbs stood slowly and came over to me. Without a word, he wrapped me in a hug and I broke down. I slid to my knees, crying. I shouldn't be crying. Crying is a weakness to Gibbs.

But I don't think he cared right now.

All I did was cry. I don't know for how long, I don't know how hard, all I know is I cried, and the entire time Gibbs was there. He was more of a father than anyone I have ever know, he was a marine, seemed to be hard hearted but the absolute sweetest man I have ever met. And he treated me like a son.

I was the luckiest man alive.

Okay, and that is all for now. I would write more but I have school now and so I have to be careful. Anyways, thank you all for reading and please please PLEASE review so I know what you all think of this!