A/N: SO SORRY for the wait, I've got a lot of ideas that I've been juggling, and finding time for all of them is hard. So last night, I was just sitting there, and this chapter and the next one just kind of came out, although I'm rewriting the next one because I didn't like it. I also changed my mind about the plot for this one not long after I uploaded it, and I've been trying to figure out where to go with it. But I've got it now. So yeah, please enjoy and REVIEW!

Abby pulled up in front of Tim's building. Thinking back on their conversation, she had wanted to make sure he was okay. If he was asleep, she would come back tomorrow.

As she approached the apartment, she noticed the light under the door. She sighed. He needed sleep.

Knocking lightly, but with no response, she pulled her key from her pocket and unlocked the door.

"Tim, what are you doing up? It's three o'clock in the morning!" She moved to the bedroom, finding it empty. "I mean, technically, I shouldn't be up either, but I was thinking about our talk and I wanted to make sure you understood that-"

She cut off with a gasp as she entered the kitchen and took in his unconscious form on the floor. Immediately dropping to her knees, she checked his pulse – nearly nonexistent – and rolled him onto his side when she realized he wasn't breathing. Jethro was nudging his master and whining, and she suspected that he had been for a while.

How long has he been here?

Whipping out her phone as she tried to wake him up, she pressed sped dial number one.

Right. New phone. Number one is voicemail.

She pressed number two. He picked up on the third ring.

"Yeah."

"Gibbs! Emergency! Like, Code Red emergency! I'm at his apartment, he's out cold on the floor, and he's not waking up. What happened? What do I do? How-"

"Abby, slow down. Whose apartment?"

"What?"

"Whose apartment are you in?"

"Tim's! What do I do?"

"First, calm down. You're not any good to him as panicky as you are."

"Alright. Calming down." She took a couple of deep breaths.

"You calm?"

"I'm calm. Now what?"

"Call an ambulance. Tell them to bring him to Bethseda. I'll call the others and meet you there."

"Okay," she responded, but he had already hung up.

NCIS

Once he hung up, his heart dropped. You should have trusted your gut. You knew something was up.

No. Time for that later. Right now, focus on your team.

Glaring at his cell, he punched the number three button and then SEND. Some stupid speed dial thingy.

Tim had set it up for him last week.

He shook his head. As the phone rang, he knew that if something happened, he would never forgive himself.

A very groggy Tony answered. "Very Special-"

"DiNozzo!" Gibbs barked. Suddenly Tony seemed wide awake.

"Oh, hey, boss. We got a case?"

"No. Get to Bethseda ASAP. That's an order."

The one button he found easily was END. He never had any trouble with that one.

Number four. "David."

"Bethseda. Now."

END.

He wasn't one for reflection, but he couldn't help but think as he drove about how smoothly the team worked. And how losing a member had crushed them the first time. He didn't know if the could take it a second.

Stop.

But his mind refused to obey.

He waited in the parking lot a good fifteen minutes before Ziva pulled up, two more for Tony and nearly eight after that before the ambulance itself. As the emergency personnel ushered Tim into the building, Abby sobbed into Gibbs' shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her as Tony stared, paler than usual, after the gurney. Ziva's face was a mask, except for the eyes that betrayed her emotions.

Then came the hours of endless waiting.

A/N: Yeah, I know. It won't be near as long a wait this time. I'll probably get it up within a week. Yes, panicky is a word. Please review!