Author's Note - I'm back! I wrote this while on holiday last week, enjoy!

"He's suffered a concussion but there are no signs of intra-cerebral hemorrhaging." said the doctor. Right now Jenny's main concern wasn't all the papers or the dinner at The White House she had just left. Tonight her focus was on Gibbs. She desperately wanted him to get better. She had never stopped loving him and she didn't want him to die without knowing her feelings for him.

"He's going to be okay, though, right?" Abby interrupted her thoughts.

"He should be fine." replied the doctor calmly.

"I don't want to hear should be! I want to hear will be!"

"Abby." the director cut in, her tone a warning.

"Should be is not positive." Abby complained.

"Enough, Abs." her voice was softer this time. She too was worried about Gibbs. She led Abby to the cafeteria to get coffee (or Caf-Pow! in Abby's case).

Meanwhile Tony, Ziva and McGee were at the scene collecting evidence. McGee hadn't gone into the room yet.

"Don't let Tony smell fear or else he'll just-" she was cut off by Tony himself."
"I'll what Zi?" He stood in the doorway.
"Make a complete donkey of McGee."

"Ass Ziva, make a complete ass of him. Yeah, I suppose I would. Funny though." he laughed as he stared into the space above Ziva as if imagining what he would do.

"Told you so." she said smugly to a scared looking McGee.

After Tony had sent McGee on his 'special job' he stood behind Ziva, watching.

"What?" she asked abruptly.

"Nothing, I, I was just making sure you were working properly." he lied.

"You were looking at my butt and you know it!"

"No I wasn't! I'm hurt you would think I would do that!"

"It wouldn't be the first time." she pointed out. he feigned a moan.

"Ok, you got me." He put his hands in the air to surrender, "I was totally staring at you. I'm a guy and you are gorg-, I mean a woman!" he corrected himself.

"Were you going to say I am gorgeous?" she asked, a sly smirk on her face.

"No, I, I was going to say gorgeously...err...assassiny." His attempt of worming his way out of the situation failed. She laughed, the smirk still there.

"If you say so, my little hairy butt." He laughed at the nickname she had given him while they were undercover.

"Hey, I'm telling you the truth sweetcheeks!" If she can use my name, I can use hers...

"Sure. Because assassiny is a word."

"Well, erm, I'm gonna go check on McGee, make sure he hasn't puked on our crime scene." he backed away slowly then broke into a run.

Back at the hospital Jenny was still with Gibbs. Abby had gone back to her lab to process the evidence. Jenny had no intention of leaving. She had held his hand and spoke to him. She spoke of Paris and of the time they were more than colleagues. Not too loudly, she didn't want anyone to find out about their lives before she was director. Dr Todd Gelfand came through too tell her the results of the tests. They were normal. Nothing could explain why he wasn't coming out of the coma he had buried himself in.

"Was this man a marine?" he asked after letting the news of the tests sink in.

"Yes."
"Wounded in Desert Storm?"

"He has a purple Heart."

"That's it! I treated him in Kuwait!"

"Jethro never told me he was wounded in Desert Storm." she was puzzled.
"He was in a coma when we evaced him to Frankfurt"

"Is he in pain?"

"Certainly not extreme pain. He may hurting, but the only way to know is for him to tell us. That's the expression he had in ninety-one. It's more anguish than pain. He was in a coma for nineteen days." Jenny was speechless. Why had Jethro not told her this?

"How do you explain that?" she asked, trying to hold herself together.

"Sometimes patients don't seem to want to wake up." He shrugged and went to get coffee.

Abby was holed up in her lab hugging Bert when McGee walked in.

"What are you doing?"
"Worrying."

"Abby. Gibbs will be ok. It is Gibbs. He'll be fine, I promise."
"I know Timmy, but what if he isn't? I can't live without Gibbs!"
"You'll have me."
"I love you Timmy but you aren't Gibbs! I want him to walk through that door and say 'What ya got Abs?' and then give me a Caf-Pow! and a kiss before saying 'Good work Abs.'. I miss him Tim."

"I promise he'll be ok!" Just then the elevator doors opened and Ziva walked over.

"Hi."
"Has the director called?" Abby asked hopefully.

"About what?"
"About Gibbs!"

"Oh, no."

"'Cause you know the way you're acting, you might have just, I don't know, forgotten to tell us! What if they were Gibbs' guts on the floor?" she pointed to the crime scene picture on the screen,
"Oh, for God's sake, Abby. They're not."
"I said what if they were!"
"The color would be more coffee brown than red."

Abby slapped Ziva across the face so hard it surprised her. She didn't think Abby could hurt anyone. Naturally Ziva slapped back and the two girls got into a bitch slap fight. McGee backed out to the elevator and ran into Tony as he was getting out, causing Tony's nose to bleed in the process.

"Whatever you came to say better be pretty damn important." said Tony once he had wiped his bloody nose on McGee's tie.

"Abby slapped Ziva, and Ziva slapped her back."

"Damn! I missed it! All right. Assemble the team including Abby."