Author's Note: I'm just going to warn you ahead of time; GRAB THE TISSUE BOX. I was legitimately sobbing just listening to the song. It's called "Lonely Lullaby" by Owl City. It's honestly a beautiful song.

ALSO: I will be doing one chapter per "paragraph," if you will, of lyrics. I'll see if you all want me to continue. If I get a good response, I'll definitely continue it.

Disclaimer: I don't own the lyrics or the characters, just the storyline.

Enjoy!

Symphony of silver tears,

Sing to me and sooth the ring in my ears,

Overcast these gloomy nights wear on,

But I'm holding fast because it's darkest just before the dawn

The surgeon entered the waiting room, where the team waited with bated breaths. Tony was holding a crying Ziva closely; Gibbs was in the corner, resting his elbows on his knees with his head in his hands.

McGee was sitting, staring blankly at the wall ahead of him. The sickly clean smell of hospital made his gorge rise. He snapped out of his trance when the surgeon began to speak.

"Leroy Gibbs? For Abby?" he asked, scanning the room filled with family members of other patients in the hospital.

All four immediately stood, lumps in their throats. The surgeon motioned for them to follow him.

"She's currently on Life Support. There were immeasurable amounts of glass fragments lodged in her cerebral cortex-"

"Well, get them out," Tony barked sarcastically. He squeezed Ziva's hand tight as Gibbs glanced at him.

The surgeon took a deep breath. "We tried. We've removed as many as we can, but there are far too many small pieces for us to remove. At this point, it would cause her too much pain. She has also severed multiple nerves in her neck and is paralyzed from the neck down from the impact of the semi. There honestly isn't much we can do at this point," he explained. "It's your decision…" he began.

"Our decision? You mean, it's our decision when to pull the plug? Our decision when to kill her?" McGee's voice rose, drawing looks from passersby.

"Now, calm down sir. Please," the surgeon's voice was steady, and he held his hand out.

"Tim." Gibbs' voice was biting.

McGee clenched his jaw.

"Listen: we'll try to do all that we can. We'll give you an update as soon as possible," the surgeon walked away.

Tony and Ziva walked back to the waiting room, Ziva's knees wobbling. She sunk to the ground as collective gasps sounded from the people around them. Tony knelt next to her and held her head to his chest.

"I know, Zee. I know," he whispered.

Gibbs leveled his breathing and motioned McGee aside.

"Don't make this harder than it is, Tim," Gibbs warned. His icy blue eyes stared into McGee's.

"How can I not?" he snapped back, his voice growing louder and louder. "You're not the only one who loved her."

Heads turned in his direction, the volume of his voice shocking those around him.

"I know-"

"No, you don't. You really, really don't. She knew you loved her. Every day, you would tell her. Kiss her on the cheek. With me, she never knew! Now she'll really never know!" he cried. "I was going to tell her that I loved her tonight, Gibbs. Tonight…" his voice trailed.

Gibbs swallowed down the rising lump in his throat. "I know she knew," he tried.

"I wanted to spend my life with her, Gibbs. She completed me. She was my other half. My soul mate. I can never be with her now." His voice cracked. "Never."

With that, he turned on his heel and made a beeline for the staircase leading to the roof.

Gibbs took a deep breath in an attempt to steady his heartbeat. He made his way to the waiting room, where Ziva was curled in Tony's lap, staring at the ground.

Tony's eyes flickered to Gibbs, clouded with tears. "Where's McGee?" he mumbled.

Gibbs slid into the seat next to Tony and shifted Ziva onto his lap. "He's up on the roof. Go."

Tony gave Ziva's shoulder a squeeze and left for the rooftop.

"Gibbs, may I confess something?" Ziva spoke quietly after Tony disappeared up the steps.

Gibbs tightened his grip around her shoulders, giving her a sense of security. "Tell me anything."

"This is the first time I have been so scared," she replied.

He looked down at her. "There's no shame in being scared, Ziva. I get scared too."

"How could this happen…?" she muttered.

He bent down to whisper in her ear. "Everything happens for a reason."

Meanwhile, Tony approached McGee's hunched figure, overlooking the blood red, sinking sun; light rays rippled across the sky, giving it a majestic, water-color effect.

It was quite melancholy, actually. He should be holding Abby's hand, enjoying the beautiful sunset with her. Instead, she was battling for her life as he sat there motionless.

What if I had gone with her?

What if I left the parking lot first?

What if…

His thoughts were interrupted by Tony's voice, and for a moment he ignored him.

"What'cha doing up here?" Tony asked so quietly, for a moment he thought McGee hadn't heard him.

He took a seat next to McGee and crossed his legs, the wind ruffling through their hair.

Tears streamed down McGee's face as he stared off into the distance. He gave Tony a dismissive glance out of the corner of his eyes. "I never told her I loved her, Tony. Never…" he choked. "Now she won't know."

Tony leaned back and licked his lips. "Oh, I'm sure she knew."

"But I wasn't good to her. I never got the chance-"

Tony cut him off. "Look. There're things that people just know. Your love for her was one of those things. She would've had to be blind to not see that. Everyone could," he replied.

"I don't care if other people saw it. She was really the only one that mattered," McGee admitted quietly.

"I know what it's like," Tony sympathized.

"But you still have Ziva…" McGee reasoned sadly. He turned to face Tony fully. "Count your blessings now and tell her."

Now the tables were turned. Tony cast his eyes down and studied the popcorn texture of the roof. "I wish I could."

"You're lucky," McGee laughed humorlessly. "Man… I loved her, Tony. I still love her."

Tony looked back up, yet avoiding eye contact. "Why don't we go inside?" He stood, prompting McGee to rise as well.

"And for the record," Tony broke the silence before stepping into the building, "I do love Ziva. I do. And… I'm going to tell her."

McGee nodded. "Good."

I only wish I did…

Author's Note: SO? How did you like it? This is only the first chapter. I'm debating the outcome of the story, so if you want to see more, leave some reviews! Hope you liked this.