Gibbs and McGee headed back to the bullpen, McGee lost in thought. "You got something to say, McGee?" Gibbs asked.

"Well, boss, it's just that I still have a very bad feeling about what just happened."

"You don't think I had everything under control."

"Not exactly that, but she could cause more problems for me. She could change her mind." Gibbs stopped and looked at McGee.

"She's not stupid, she knows what's going on. Trust me, McGee, I know what I'm doing." McGee sighed and followed his boss to a conference room.

"What are we doing here?"

"I need your side of the story, too, McGee. Sit down, it shouldn't take long." They both sat down, Tim resting his elbows on the table, Gibbs leaning back in his chair while getting a pen and paper ready. "So tell me what you remember doing two weeks ago, on October 2nd." McGee looked at his hands and thought. It had been a Tuesday and they'd had a busy and long day at work so he had gone straight home to relax. He remembered making himself a cup of hot chocolate and sitting on the couch to brainstorm a story idea, but that was all he could remember about the night.

"It's like it's completely blank after that. I know I didn't feel particularly rested when I woke up."

"Do you think it's possible you were drugged?"

"At the time I didn't think about it, just figured I hadn't slept right, and also because of the busy day we'd had. I think I was really cranky that day, especially to Tony."

Gibbs wrote something on his paper. "Yeah, you were definitely off that day." Glancing up at McGee, he added, "I think we all were." McGee nodded slightly. Gibbs continued. "If someone did drug you, you most likely ate or drank it. Did you notice if your apartment had been messed with at all? Any markings on the door?" McGee shook his head. He'd been so tired that day he probably walked into an ambush.

"The person could have been in my apartment and I would never have known I was so tired." A sudden thought made his eyes go wide. "Boss… if they drugged me, then they…" He didn't even want to think about how they had gotten the evidence they needed. Gibbs didn't follow that thought but changed the subject.

"Are you sure there aren't any people you can think of who would be jealous of you, hold a grudge, anything?"

McGee shook his head. "Just the people we've put away. Tony said he was looking into them and if he found anything he'd let me know." Gibbs capped his pen and stood up.

"There's some things I want to check out. In the meantime, continue to work on those cold cases. We'll keep ya posted."

As Adelaine drove, she remembered she had to return a book to the library. It was already a week late, but she couldn't just keep putting it off, so after she parked, instead of heading into her dorm she went to the library. The librarians were very sweet about it and even waived her fine. They said they'd read about her incident in the paper and couldn't believe that someone would want to do that to her. Adelaine blushed and escaped as soon as she could. They meant well, but she wasn't ready to talk about it to them. Distracted, she hurried the steps towards her dorm. The sun had already set and a chill wind was blowing. She cursed herself for not bringing a jacket. As she reached for the door, a heavy object hit her face and she went down. All she knew was darkness.

Tony walked into work, chipper as usual, greeting people in his normal cheery way. When he got to his desk, he noticed no one else was around. By the looks of it, no one had gotten there at all. As he was about to sit down, his boss's phone rang. Looking around to make sure Gibbs wasn't nearby, he walked over and answered the phone.

"Special Agent Gibbs' desk, how may I assist you today?"

"Hello, this is Officer Young down at the station, we got a call about a case you guys picked up. Seems your vic was found beaten near to death late last night and is in the hospital. Got a pen? I'll give you the address and details." Tony wrote everything down, his mood darkened. After he hung up, he went back to his desk and called Gibbs.

"Gibbs."

"Hey boss, we just got a call from metro about our rape victim? She's in the hospital, looks like she was beaten up pretty bad. They didn't say what her condition is."

"Take Ziva down there and see what's going on." Tony looked around.

"Ziva's not here."

"Then find her!" *click*

Tony dialed Ziva's number and just as it started to ring, he saw her getting off the elevator. He quickly hung up the phone and grabbed his gear.

"Morning, Ziva, time for a trip to the hospital."

Adelaine lay in her hospital bed in a coma. Bruises covered her face and she made wheezing sounds as she breathed. Tony grimaced.

"Good morning, my name is Dr. Talbot, I'm her doctor today. May I help you?" Tony introduced himself and Ziva and asked for a full detail of what happened. "Well, there's not much, she was beaten pretty bad. She had some hemorrhaging on her brain that we were able to catch in time and will be monitoring her for. She also has a pretty bad concussion and hasn't woken up yet. Her vitals are at least good, as good as can be expected." He looked over his charts quickly, looked back at the agents and hesitated. A quick shake of his head and he continued. "We'll let you know when she's awake. If we're lucky, it'll be soon." As he walked away, Tony looked at Ziva.

"I think there's something he's not telling us. You see the way he hesitated?" Ziva nodded.

"Perhaps it is not important. Or perhaps it is something more private that he must first discuss with her." Tony rolled his eyes, deciding not to continue complaining. He looked around and seeing no one looking at him, he snuck back into Adelaine's room.

"Tony! What do you think you are doing?" Ziva hissed in his ear.

"They have to have a chart around here somewhere… ah, here it is!" He found a folder and starting flipping through it. After a short while he suddenly snapped the folder shut and silently left the room. As he sped down the hallway to the exit, Ziva tried to keep up.

"What did you find? Tony! What is it? What is wrong?" Tony waited until they were out of the hospital before turning to look at her.

"I think this is something I should keep to myself. I mean if word got out… No, I can't tell anyone. Not even you." Ziva looked incredibly hurt and offended by his words. "Fine." He spat. "But don't you dare tell anyone. Only that girl up there can tell anyone, if and when she's ready. She's pregnant and it might be our probie's."