A/N I am really sorry that this chapter isn't that long. Please review!

McGee took a deep breath, preparing himself to see Tony again. He stepped into the room. He looked at Tony, so pale and helpless.

"Hey Tony. I, umm, I'm not really sure what to say. Umm, Abby's really worried about you. She asked to stay with me tonight. Well, not as much asked as I offered. You'll be proud of me. I think I might finally get another chance with her. I know how much you want me to find a girl. You never admit it, but we both know it's true. You really are like a brother to me. I always wanted a brother, but now I'm realizing that I've had one since I joined Gibbs' team. He's worried about you too, you know. I know he's hard on you, but you're like the son he never had." McGee looked at the monitors, and saw that Tony's blood pressure and heart rate were decreasing, which was good. "Ziva is worried about you too." The monitors' beeping started to quicken when he mentioned Ziva's name. "She's fine, don't worry. She has a few cuts and bruises, but not nearly as bad as you." Tony calmed down again. "She feels like it's her fault. If you hadn't stood up for her when she was taking the beating, you wouldn't have gotten shot. She had to stay with Gibbs tonight because she was so worried. She's gonna need you to wake up soon. I don't think she'll be able to stand it for much longer." He glanced at the door, where a nurse was standing, motioning that it was time for him to live. "Sorry Tony, but I got to go now. We'll all be back tomorrow."


Jenny walked into her house and went straight to her study. She grabbed the bourbon and a thick, leather bound book. She decided to skip the glass and pour the amber liquid straight down her throat. She opened the book and turned to the page with the date February 17, 1999. (I don't know if this is the right date, but it's somewhere around the right time.)

Dear Diary,

I did it. I finally did it. In a letter. I broke it off with Jethro in a fucking Dear John letter. I love him. I really do. He just doesn't fit in to my 'five point plan' (see page 23.) I can't believe it.

Jenny looked away. She simply couldn't finish reading it. She flipped to the next blank page, put the date on top, and started to write.

Dear Diary,

We found Tony and Ziva. Ziva had taken a beating, but Tony stepped in for her, getting shot in the process. They had to put him into drug-induced coma. I was talking to Ziva, trying to calm her down. I told her all about Positano, and Jethro heard me. We took a walk and he kissed me! Then he said we had to wait until this is all over. I have no idea what to think. I mean, does he think it was a mistake? Or is he just too worried about Tony?

Jenny stopped writing and picked up her phone.

"Gibbs," came the gruff voice.

"Hi Jethro. I, umm, I-I just-umm, well-"

"Hey, Jen," his voice softened. "It's okay. Why don't you come over to my house? Ziva and Abby are already here."

"Thanks Jethro."

A/N Sorry this chapter is so short. I promise that the next one will be longer. The next chapter will be Tony waking up at the hospital. I hope you like! I'm not going to post the next chapter until I have at least 5 reviews! Please review!