A/N- I lied last chapter. I may try to line up my story events with this season. But writing research papers for school kills any ounce of inspiration I have, so bear with me.
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With a deep breath, Gibbs begins navigating the debris. But Abby just stands there. Gibbs realizes this and turns to face the forensic scientist.
"Abs, you're not going to get out by standing there," he points out. But all she can do is gawk at the mess that her second home is. Gibbs sighs and walks back over to her. He gently grabs her hand and begins leading her again. The dust creates a thick haze, grimly lit by a handful of emergency lights. When they reach the only accessible staircase, they finding it surprisingly lacks a large amount of debris. They also find that it lacks people evacuating. They navigate the building with expertise and soon find themselves walking into the sunlight of the outdoors. Emergency crews are arriving, survivors are being assessed, and bystanders are trying to see what on earth happened. A paramedic approaches Abby and leads her away from Gibbs to get her injuries looked over. The woman tries to coax her to the temporary triage, but Abby is already sitting down on a large piece of rubble. The paramedic backs down and begins to treat her arm. Abby contents herself with trying to find the team in the swarm of people, but after a few minutes she gives up, and makes eye contact with Gibbs. He is near an ambulance, most likely doing the same thing she was. One look says it all, which is a perk of having father/daughter relationship. Gibbs grimaces and turns to what was left of the building.
Inside that building laid Timothy McGee. He had won the battle, but the war was not quite over. He was awake, and thought he was perfectly fine, as if the previous events in his mind had not happened. But he didn't feel like getting up. He could lay here in the quiet forever if he wanted to. So with odd contempt, McGee relaxed and forgot the chaos.