Chapter 4
The search and rescue workers were working outside the elevator car.
"Just hang in there guys, we're almost through," The worker informed them.
"Tony isn't doing too well, he's unconscious at the moment…" Ziva told them, sitting next to the elevator door, hearing the workers try and pry open the door.
Tony's eyes were closed, Ziva reached down and rested her hand against his forehead, feeling the heat. She knew that if they didn't get out of there soon; if he didn't get treated, he wouldn't survive. She looked down at this leg pinned under the rubble, once again realizing the blood drying on the limb.
"We're going to get out of here," Ziva assured him, even though he couldn't hear her.
Gibbs stood outside the building, looking at the search and rescue teams as they brought bodies out of the building.
"Do you know who any of these are?" Gibbs asked the man wheeling one of the bodies out.
"This is, uh…" The man replied, looking down at the tag attached to the body bag, "One of yours… Agent Timothy McGee,"
"Uh…" Gibbs started, looking away before looking back at the man, "Can I see him?"
"I'm not sure that's a great idea…"
"Please," Gibbs said, desperate, "If you knew me, you would know that when I say please… I really mean it,"
The man nodded, reaching down and unzipping the body bag. Gibbs looked down and took a deep breath as he saw the bruised and mangled face of his friend.
"Oh… McGee…" He breathed, he looked back up to the search and rescue worker, "Have you heard anything about Agent Dinozzo, or Agent David?"
"No, but, I can check on that for you," He replied wheeling away McGee's body.
Gibbs took a deep breath, glad that for the moment, he knew Abby was alright.
Tony was conscious again, trying not to moan in agony, but every once in a while failing. It pained Ziva to see him this way, she just wanted his pain to end.
Tony coughed, blood spitting out of his mouth.
"Well, that's not good," Tony retorted, reaching up and wiping the blood away from his mouth.
"We're going to get out of here, Tony," Ziva assured him, comfortingly running her fingers through his hair, "Just hang in there,"
"Agent David," The rescue worker said, "You guys just need to keep hanging in there, this is definitely going to take longer than we expected,"
"Just what we need," Tony said, sarcastically, closing his eyes, trying to relieve his pain.
Gibbs walked through the halls of the hospital, walking towards the room that Abby was settled in.
He walked to the room, knocking on the door frame before entering, "Hey, Abs,"
"Hi," She replied, biting her lip softly.
"How are you feeling?" Gibbs asked her, walking over to the side of her bed, seeing the small bandages scattered on her face and arms.
"Alright, I guess," Abby responded, grabbing her wrist and rubbing it softly, "Have they found any of the others,"
"Yeah," Gibbs answered, deciding how to proceed with the conversation, "That's what I came here to talk to you about,"
"Oh my God, one of them is dead," Abby assumed, beginning to cry.
"Yeah, Abs," He informed her, taking her into his arms, "McGee's dead,"
"No," Abby denied, "He can't be,"
"I'm so sorry, Abs," Gibbs apologized, squeezing her body gently.
"What about Ziva and Tony?" Abby asked, still crying.
"Um… they found them," Gibbs informed her, "They're in the elevator, they're attempting to get them out right now,"
"That's good," Abby said, "They're fighters, they'll make it out alive."