At the hospital, McGee was sitting in an uncomfortable chair with fabric that itched. He was still waiting for Emmy to wake up. She was sleeping in a bed with a bandage wrapped around her middle. McGee could hear her breathing. It sort of calmed him to hear it. The door opened behind him and he turned around in his chair. Abby walked in quietly and pulled up a chair next to McGee. McGee looked at her and she held out her arms to offer him a hug. He reached over his chair and hugged her.
"It's going to be okay Timmy." she said to him as she hugged him. "It'll be okay." McGee pulled away.
"Thanks Abs." he said. "I know you hated it that we were together. I'm sorry."
"Oh McGee. I could never hate you or Emmy. I'm happy for you guys." Abby said.
"Thanks Abby." McGee said. He reached over and held Emmy's hand. He looked at Abby and she half smiled. "What have you found?" he asked her. Abby stared at his hand holding Emmy's and sort of glared at it for a little. "Uh, Abby?" McGee asked.
"Oh, right!" Abby said, "Well all the blood at the crime scene is hers. I ran her phone records but most of the calls are from you. The knife doesn't have any fingerprints or the gun but-"
"Gun?" McGee asked. Abby nodded.
"First of all McGee, never interrupt me." Abby said, "Second, yes there was a gun. Right now it looks like Emmy somehow got the gun out of her assailants hand but he still managed to stab her. Oh and one more thing. What time did she call you?" McGee sighed.
"It was around ten o'clock. I was at home. We had watched a movie together. She told me she was just going to relax and try and get some sleep. Abby I should have stayed. I could have helped her. Abby, I could have saved her, if I had just been there. If I had been there, she wouldn't be here!" McGee was completely blaming himself for it and Abby knew it.
"McGee, it's not your fault." Abby said. She was trying to be comforting but McGee was freaking out. He shook his head.
"No Abby, it was my fault. If I had just been there!" McGee was standing now. He wanted to scream. He wanted Gibbs to be there so Gibbs would hit him on the back of the head for freaking out and showing weakness. He kicked the wall and let out sort of a half scream. Abby stood up.
"Stop it Timmy." Abby said. She sat him down. "McGee you need to calm down. There is nothing you can do right now except to solve this case. All right? Now calm down and get your butt in gear!" Abby stared at him for a while. "Okay Timmy?" her voice sort of softened a little. McGee sighed.
"Yeah Abby, I know. I know." McGee said. He put his face in his hands. Abby put her hand on his shoulder.
"It's okay McGee." Abby said. A ruffle of sheets caused McGee and Abby's heads to shoot up towards Emmy. Her eyelids were fluttering. She blinked a couple of times before her eyes opened.
"Tim?" she asked groggily, staring at him. McGee grabbed her hand and sat down beside her.
"Hey I'm here. It's okay." McGee lifted her hand up to his face and kissed the back of her hand. "Gibb's really needs to talk to you. I'm going to call him right now. Can you stay awake? How do you feel?" Emmy smiled.
"I'm okay Tim. Really. I can stay awake. It's okay." McGee smiled.
"Okay," he said. "Abby, can you stay with her?" Abby smiled and nodded. McGee exited the room, whipping his phone out as he went. As soon as he was gone, Abby reached out and hugged Emmy.
"I'm really glad your okay." she said. Emmy smiled.
"Have you got anything on who attacked me?" Emmy asked when Abby was sitting back down.
"Well I was telling McGee this too. The gun and knife don't have any fingerprints on them. I haven't checked the bullets yet. I ran your phone records but now that your awake, is there anyone you can think of that would want to hurt you?" Abby explained to her, pacing back and forth.
"Hurt? Don't you mean kill?" Emmy asked. Abby shook her head.
"The knife didn't go through any vital organs. Whoever stabbed you, wasn't trying to kill you."
"So we know that my attacker was trained."
"Right," Abby said then she paused."Trained in what exactly?" Abby asked. Emmy sort of laughed.
"Trained enough to know where my vital organs are. The man was standing 4 feet away from me. When he attacked me he had to lunge for me. He had to have known where to strike or I would be on a metal slab in Ducky's lab instead of in a hospital bed." Emmy said.
"Right." Abby replied. "But I think Gibb's knows that. Hopefully, since you only had to have stitches, you'll be able to come back and help us. I'm going to go ask Timmy" Emmy smiled and Abby gave her quick hug before going out and talking to McGee.
McGee hung up his phone and turned around to see Abby standing in front of him.
"Can she come back with us?" Abby asked hopefully. McGee nodded.
"Yeah she can come." He was smiling broadly. He and Abby walked back into Emmy's room.
"Hey. You have to get dressed. You're coming back to NCIS with us." Abby said. Emmy smiled and got out of bed. Abby shooed McGee out so Emmy could get dressed and a couple minutes later Abby and Emmy came walking out with Emmy dressed in jeans and a baby blue shirt. Emmy walked over to the hospital desk to sign some papers and get a prescription for pain killers. When she came back, McGee walked towards her and hugged her.
"I was so worried about you." he said to her.
"I know Tim." she said. "I know." Abby cleared her throat and they separated.
"Who's driving?" Abby asked. They started walking towards the hospital exit. When neither McGee nor Clark answered Abby just said. "Fine. I'll drive."