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A/N: Thanks for those who reviewed. Please don't get too mad if I make some mistakes from here on out with medical mumbo jumbo I'll try my best. Miracles DO happen and it's fiction. R&R

Chapter 2

"Daddy's not here right now." Abby replied.

"Where is he?" asked the little girl rubbing her eyes.

At that question Abby wasn't sure what to say. She had no idea where Tony was or what had happened.

"Abby?" The little girl questioned. "Where's Daddy?" She asked again.

"Daddy," Gibbs said, taking the little girl from Abby's arms and walking over to a seat, "got a few boo boos. The doctors are trying to patch him up."

"Are they going to put bad aids on? Like Daddy does when I get a boo boo?" she asked.

"Something like that." Gibbs nodded. They were silent for a while and Gibbs just sat with the little girl on his lap.

"Gibbsy?" she asked.

"Yes Charlie?" Gibbs asked, he had grown accustomed to the nickname and he knew she hated to be called by her full name, Charlotte Anne.

"Is Daddy going to be okay?"

Gibbs looked at the little girl, who looked like if he said the wrong thing she would burst into tears, but he couldn't lie to her, as little as she was he couldn't be sure her daddy would be okay. "I don't know Charlie, I don't know."

The little girl just nodded and buried her face in Gibbs's chest.

Gibbs felt horrible for having to say that but if he had said yes, what would have he told her if Tony wasn't okay. He sat there holding the little girl in his arms for hours. There still hadn't been any word on Tony's condition. Gibbs knew it wouldn't be good but he could still hope. Tony had survived the pneumonic plague for God's sake. It had been five hours since Tony had been in surgery there should be some news.

Charlie had fallen asleep in Gibbs's lap after her talk with Gibbs and hadn't woken up yet.

"Abby," Gibbs whispered to the Goth. The Goth looked at Gibbs when he said, "Take Charlie home."

Charlie must not have been fully asleep because at the thought of going home she sat up rubbing her eyes.

"No!" she said. "I want to wait for Daddy!"

"Charlie," Gibbs began, "Daddy is going to have to stay here for a while and you are going to need your sleep."

"I just slept. I don't need any more sleep Gibbsy. I want to wait for my Daddy!" she said on the verge of yelling.

"Okay, okay you can stay," Gibbs said settling back in his chair, "just for a little while longer then you will have to go home."

The little girl seemed content that she didn't have to leave at this moment so she settled back in on Gibbs's lap.

Meanwhile Gibbs wasn't even sure if Tony was going to make it and if he did make it when he would wake up and what he would look like. He knew all too well that some of the sights of gunshot victims were not suited for him never mind a four year old.

"Gibbsy?" Charlie questioned.

"Yea?" Gibbs asked.

"Can I go see Abby?"

"Sure." Gibbs said setting the little girl down and letting her run over to Abby.

Another hour passed before anyone came out to give the group any news on Tony. When someone finally did come out Gibbs was getting impatient.

"Is anyone here for Anthony DiNozzo?" The doctor asked.

Everyone stood up and looked at the doctor expectantly.

"Only family." He said.

"We are family." Gibbs said already losing his patience with the man.

"Okay then," the doctor said with some skepticism as he looked at the range of people in the group. Gibbs sent him one of his infamous glares and the doctor began. "Anthony suffered from four gunshot wounds. Two of them we are not extremely worried about. One was in his leg, the other in his shoulder."

"I thought there were two in his chest?" Ziva interrupted.

"Considering the amount of blood loss and the fact that he had a jacket on probably made it seem as if there were two in the chest but no, thankfully there was only one in his chest."

Ziva let out a sigh of relief at knowing this, "I am sorry I interrupted please continue."

"As I was saying, those were flesh wounds. As for the other two wounds, those were far more severe. The one in his abdomen clipped the bottom of his left lung. We were able to repair it but we need to keep an eye on his breathing. The last bullet was extremely close to the heart. It isn't good." The doctor said. He paused for a moment before speaking again. "Quite honestly, I'm not sure how he survived; he should have died on his way to the hospital. It's a miracle he hasn't died yet."

"Can we go see him?" Abby asked trying to hold back the tears.

"He is in ICU so only two or the people at a time."

"Doctor?" Ziva asked, "Will he make it?" she knew it sounded like a stupid question but she couldn't stop herself from asking it.

"Like I said I'm not sure how he is still alive. He has surprised me so far but the odds are against him."

"Thank you Doctor..."

"Robertson." The doctor replied.

"Thank you." Gibbs said again, knowing Ziva couldn't answer.

The doctor just nodded, "Room 107"

"Me and Ducky will go in first." Gibbs said.

"But Gibbs" Abby whined. "I want to see him!"

"You have to stay with Charlie Abs. I promise," He said, "I will come out in ten minutes and then you can go see him, but first I have to see if Charlie will be able to see him."

"Okay." Abby said. She clearly wasn't happy but she didn't have much of a choice.

Gibbs and Ducky started walking towards the room and Ziva followed close behind. "Ziva?" Gibbs said turning to face the Mossad Agent.

"I am coming with you." Ziva replied defiantly.

"It's too many people." Gibbs said, he was trying to shield her from what might be in the room even though he knew she had seen far worse.

"The doctor said up to three people Gibbs. I am going with you."

"Okay." Gibbs replied calmly turning to Ducky. "Duck, when you get in their take a look at his chart, I want your opinion on his condition." Gibbs told the man ignoring the, "charts are privileged information" rule.

"Sure thing Jethro." Ducky said pushing the door to Tony's room open. "Oh my." Ducky said upon entering the room.

Ziva walked in behind Ducky and gasped. The sight before her was heartbreaking. Tony lay in the hospital bed still unconscious. He looked so tiny and weak to Ziva.

He was intubated with the large tube that came out of his mouth and attached to his ventilator. His leg was up in a harness and IV lines made their way from the drip bags hanging above his head to the lines in his arms. His face had minor cuts from where a couple pieces of glass nicked his face.

Ducky walked up to Tony's bed and picked up the chart hanging on the footboard of the bed.

"Charlie's not seeing him like this." Gibbs stated.

"I would think not." Ducky said looking over Tony's chart.

"Not good Ducky?" Gibbs asked, already knowing the answer.

"Not good Jethro. I'm also surprised he is still alive. This is a miracle."

True to his word Gibbs came out ten minutes later.

"How is he?" Abby asked once again battling tears.

"Not good Abs. Charlie isn't going to see him." Gibbs said softly.

"I'm not going to see who?" Charlie asked coming to stand in front of Gibbs.

Gibbs knelt down so he was eye level with the little girl. "Charlie, I'm sorry, you can't see your Dad tonight."

"Why not?" Asked Charlie, her voice rising.

"He isn't doing so well, he needs his rest." Gibbs replied.

"I'll make him better!" She said her voice rising even more.

"I'm sorry," Gibbs began.

"NO! I want to see Daddy!" she yelled running down the hall towards Tony's room.