Oh my god oh my god. Am I late? So sorry. That is ... if anybody is even reading this. Harumph.

Whatever, here's the next chapter for you.

Chapter Four

Jenny walked down the corridor following after a nurse who had been instructed to take her direct to Agent Gibbs' desk. Jenny had tears streaming down her face after she had been discovered to being alive again she had moved in with Gibbs and they had spent the last few months in blissful love. Similar to how they had been in Paris all those years ago and Jenny had no idea what she would do without him.

Being told the love of your life might not pull through the night was terrifying for her. Guilt immediately struck her as she realised she had put him through this very real pain herself except he had buried her almost two years ago. She had gone to visit her grave on her return to DC much to Gibbs amusement. She smiled at the memory of them, she had forced him to drive her to her empty grave and he had laughed most of the way there.

"Here he is Ms Sheppard." The nurse interrupted her musings as she opened the door to Gibbs hospital room, a nurse standing over the bed looked up and smiled at her. Jenny walked to the opposite side of the bed to the nurse who took a few more readings on a notepad before nodding at Jenny and walking out of the room, closing the door behind her as she did so. Jenny reached out as the door closed and stroked Gibbs hand.

He had tubes down his throat and several IV lines in his arm and the steady bleeping of his heart monitor was the only noise that filled the room. Until that is Jenny broke down in tears and placed her head on the edge of his bed next to his still and lifeless hand. She gently took a hold of his hand in her own, tears streaming down her face and her body shaking with the grief of seeing him like this. She slowly and gently brought her face down to his hand and kissed it.

Her tears spilled over on to his hand and she gently whipped them off, before placing her head on the bed next to his hand and still maintaining her vice like grip on his hand she cried herself in to a deep restless sleep. She dreamt of happier times back in Paris and then at how she had left him behind. Her heart broke as she recalled the pain she had felt back then mingled in with the pain she was feeling at that moment in time. It was two days since the team had embarked on the case that had left Gibbs in a coma for the third time in his life.

After a few hours of sleep Jenny awoke to the sounds of a nurse buzzing around the room, Jenny raised her head from the bed and blinked at the room surrounding her. She watched Gibbs intently until the nurse had finished checking the machinery and ensuring Gibbs was still alive. Jenny got her attention by coughing just before she turned to open the door and the nurse spun around a friendly smile gracing her features.

"Is the team still here?"

"The team miss?" The nurse frowned.

"Sorry, you probably don't know. In the waiting room there was a woman and a baby and a Goth and her husband?"

"Family for Agent Gibbs miss? Yes I think they are there but they are not allowed up here only next of Kin miss, I don't have the time to pass on messages either but it wont take you long to go back there, he's in safe hands miss." The nurse replied before turning her back on Jenny and walking out of the room. She had accurate deduced Jenny's lack of desire to leave Gibbs side.

"Hey Jethro, I don't suppose you would wake up and put my mind at ease would you?" She softly spoke at the body lying still in the bed, no reply. Jenny slowly rose from the seat she had taken beside Gibbs' bed and straightened her skirt and shirt. She ran a hand through her hair and under her eyes before checking her mascara had not run everywhere and walked quickly towards the door.

She placed her hand on the door handle before thinking better of it. She turned and faced Gibbs still lying motionless in bed. She watched him for a few minutes before releasing her grasp of the door handle and walking back towards the bed. She leant over the bed and gently kissed Gibbs on the forehead, confessing her love for him before she left the room for real.

She sped down the corridor not wishing to leave him for to long, she quickly found the correct waiting room and pushed the door open. She felt the eyes of her old co-workers upon her and tried a half hearted smile that just never came. She sighed and Ziva stood up from her seat and embraced Jenny in a hug to attempt at comforting her. Tony had half rose with her but Ziva was faster, mainly because Benjamin was sitting on his father's lap.

"How is he Jenny? Is it not good?" Ziva whispered to her and she felt Jenny shake her head on her shoulder. Jenny lightly pushed Ziva away who instead of letting go entirely walked her to a chair and sat her in it. She could tell Jenny had come to tell them something.

"He … he's in a coma and they don't know if he'll wake up." Jenny sniffed at this as Abby gasped and tried to wrap herself further in to McGee's grasp. Tony and Ziva both nodded their heads solemnly. Tony was still blaming himself for the incident and it seemed whatever anybody said could not change that, the only person who could make him feel better would have been Gibbs. Jenny looked directly at Tony who returned her gaze quizzically.

"I want the person who did this found and shot." She almost whispered, venom laced her every word and Tony nodded. Jenny shuddered before standing up from the chair she had been forced in to, Ziva was crouching next to her. "I don't want to leave him alone; I'll call you with an update if anything changes. Find him Tony." Then she left, her last three words hanging in the air.

Tony rose to his feet as did Ziva and McGee, dragging Abby with him. The four stood and exchanged a determined glance. Ducky had long since left having to deal with his mother and so the four remaining NCIS agents had been left alone. Abby sniffed her head still resting on McGee's shoulder, albeit they know had something to do. A mission that they would complete even if it was the last thing they would do. The team may appear to be co-workers on the outside but inside they would all die for each other.

They would certainly all die for Gibbs, their mentor and Father, the one person who could say jump and they would all chorus 'How high?' The team unanimously walked towards the door and then out of the hospital. They split up at this point and went to their separate cars before meeting up back at NCIS headquarters. Tony was the first to reach it back to the bullpen. Next to arrive was Ziva and Benjamin, who had relieved Tony of his son as the car seat was in her car.

Within minutes McGee arrived muttering something about leaving Abby with a whole host of evidence in her lab to wade through. On the journey from the hospital to NCIS McGee had managed to persuade Abby that although she couldn't help Gibbs that they could still send the man that did this to her straight to Gitmo. Abby had run in to her lab with a new determination to tackle the mountain of work left for her.

Tony had stood in the centre of the bullpen and as the team arrived around him he quickly delegated tasks out to each of them before he sat at his own desk and picked up his phone demanding that the team who had taken over the case to hand over all their information. The already over-run Agent who answered the phone had gladly handed the case over; his men were not used to working such an important case as it was normally automatically down to Gibbs team, the major case team.

Within minutes the Agent had faxed over all the information, which as Tony flipped through it was pathetic for having been on the case for a day and a half normally by this stage in an investigation they already had suspects. This file had only mainly the information that McGee had already sent the back up team. Tony flicked through the file to see a few hand written notes on the page.

'Set up?' Stood out at Tony on the third page this was depicting how Tony and Gibbs had been separated. Tony furrowed his brow at this as this thought had never crossed his mind. He picked up the phone and redialled the number for the Agent in charge of the minor cases. When he picked up the phone he sounded extremely run off his feet.

"Agent Thompson here."

"Agent DiNozzo, I got the files and I was wondering…"

"Hey Greg go take that gun down to the Lab, don't leave it lying around!" The agent shouted out to the room he was occupying at a man Tony didn't know or by the sounds of hoped he never had to work with.

"Sorry, Agent DiNozzo, what was you saying?"

"I'll be quick, the files you sent over, you wrote set up on it?"

"Yeah, it just seems a bit random, says that you and your boss cleared the house after you came around? Then you were looking for your missing gun." Tony completely forgot about this, he glanced down realising it was Gibbs gun he had placed on his desk when he sat down. "Then when you got back in the house it was empty, except your boss was unconscious. The medical reports are in the back of the file, they faxed them over about three hours before you requested them. Says the think he was poisoned or something?"

"I don't know really, only that he is in a coma. Thanks though, I'll let you get on with your work."

"Thanks, I'll probably be here tomorrow morning at this rate, call if you need anything at all."

The two men hung up their respective phones at the same time, Tony turned to look at the notes, 'set up' leapt out at him still. He decided to wait and see if Ziva or McGee brought anything up that might suggest a set up before he would speak this idea out loud. If they were looking for somebody with a grudge against Gibbs it may narrow down the field, but if it was incorrect then it would put their investigation back too far. Tony hit a few keys on his keyboard bringing up their petty officers service file.

Ziva watched as Tony talked quietly on his phone, and then turned to his computer. Her own phone was wedged in between her ear and her shoulder as she spoke in rapid Hebrew to a contact. She had an unusual feeling that this was bigger than a coincidence and had a feeling that Tony thought the same. For it to be chance that Gibbs was injured is rare, he was too prepared. Her first theory must have been that somebody was after Gibbs and that was how he had managed to overcome him. Perhaps it was just him they were after or perhaps it was the entire team Ziva did not know.

McGee watched Ziva as she watched Tony; she had one arm around Ben who was snuggled up in her lap and the other securing the phone next to her ear. As a thought passed through her head she tightened her grip on Ben and McGee almost smiled. She was probably thinking what he had already thought. Whoever did this to Gibbs may be after the team, he didn't think it a coincidence but he was unsure as to the method. If they wanted to kill Gibbs than they would have shot him. He felt like they wanted somebody else, possibly Jenny or they wanted to clear a path to somebody Gibbs was in close contact with. McGee immediately turned his attention back to his computer and began researching his theory.

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