A/N it's here like I promised. I felt that there were a few unanswered questions regarding the last chapter so here they are - If anyone else needs questions answered in relation to what has happened, ask and you shall receive :D

**SPOILER ALERT** for Missing, Chained, SWAK, Undercovers, Boxed In, Lockdown and S5E1 (can't remember the name lol) I am hoping that I will have the next chapter up quickly again and as I said, reviewing makes the wait shorter

Abby strolled through the front doors of the building that displayed the name Bethesda, wearing a smile that not even the gloomy weather of an early autumn day could spoil. Tony was awake and healthy again. In her arms she held a bouquet of the blackest roses that she could lay her hands on. There were twelve roses in a black porcelain vase but only eleven of them were black. In the middle of all the morose coloured flowers a twelfth one stood, as bright red as the lipstick she was wearing that particular day. Her explanation to Tony was going to be that he was the red rose, the one that stood out amongst all the others for not only her but for Gibbs as well. He had returned to them, to the team, slightly a little worse for wear but none the less he was back. People stared across at the gothic forensic scientist as she made her way through the hall, past the main nurses station and along the corridor of the Intensive Care Unit to stand at the doorway that led her into the private room that housed bed number twelve and her big brother, Tony, awake and looking forward, she thought, to eventually getting out of this place.

When Abby reached the threshold, however, her smile disappeared immediately from her face and the sound of shattered porcelain echoed back down the hall to the nurse's station alerting someone that a janitor needed to be sent to the room where she stood.

The noise jolted Gibbs awake from the position he had obviously fallen asleep in. The discomfort of the hospital chair provided was a reminder to all his joints that he should have been in a bed as opposed to sleeping with his head resting upon his arm laying on the mattress on which Tony was unconscious on. He had pins and needles running through his arm as he realised that his hand was still holding the arm of the younger man, mainly to allow Tony to know that he was here and wasn't going anywhere. Gibbs stood up quickly to see if anything had changed with his charge but his look fell as he realised that everything was exactly as he had left it. Gibbs placed his hand on Tony's forehead and he subconsciously began pushing Tony's hair back with his hand in a manner that he had long since used on anyone. He thought back to all the times when Kelly was sleeping and he would watch her gently using the same motion on her head to let her know that he was there. He smiled slightly at the memory, not stopping once he realised what he was doing. Gibbs thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a meek voice directly behind him in the doorway.

"Gibbs?"

Abby's throat had constricted with the shock of Tony's motionless state and the restraints that were placed around each of his ankles and both of his wrists. Gibbs turned around to face Abby, noticing the water on the floor with pieces of shattered glass and roses spread out sporadically. He knew that she was fighting hard to hold back the tears that were starting to glisten in her eyes. Gibbs avoided looking directly into them for fear that it may cause him to join in with her sadness. He had to hold strong, not just for Abby but for all of them.

"Why..." Abby's voice was choked with emotion. She tried starting again.

"Why have they got him tied to the bed Gibbs? This is Tony. He wouldn't hurt a fly well maybe a rat or a mouse b-but not a fly. Why would they feel the need to hold him, Gibbs?" A tear rolled down her cheek. "He's no danger to anyone."

"He's a danger to himself, Abs," Gibbs replied forlornly. I'm a danger to him, Gibbs thought guiltily.

"Tony thought it would be a good idea to go for a run through the hospital six hours after having major surgery, Abs. He's ripped apart his stitches. They haven't told me anything more."

""Why would he do that Gibbs? I know Tony doesn't like hospitals but he'll stay in them even if he is forced to and especially when you are around."

"Well..." Gibbs faltered with the answer knowing that it would bring more pain to his youngest girl and that hysterics would surely follow. "Well, he was chasing after me."

Gibbs braced himself for the fireworks that were about to explode from Abby and hadn't realised he had braced himself for the barrage. When he finally did look at Abby, all he saw was her staring at him, her mouth agape as though she was going to say something but then it had closed with the realisation that she had no reply to that news.

"I didn't know he was following me Abs. Honest! I thought he was still in his bed. I didn't..."

Gibbs voice trailed off as Abby walked over to him and stood so close that she could see the look of worry across his brow and the signs that he had hardly slept in seventy-two hours.

"How is that possible?" Abby's voice was low and quiet but extremely steady.

"You are Gibbs! You know everything that is going on! Even if there is nothing going on, you still know. Tony, what? Tony ... fell down in pain, collapsed in pain, and you didn't know? Not possible Gibbs! You know especially if something is happening to Tony. Anyone can see that you treat him differently to the rest of us. You love him, Gibbs, like a son. A guy like you does not leave a man behind, anyone behind, ever!"

Gibbs stood there in silence as Abby rounded up her argument by walking past him and taking his place on the chair that was holding a vigil over Tony.

Gibbs looked at Abby and fleetingly ran his fingers through his own hair. He needed coffee, he realised and as he turned on his heel to go and get some he found that in the doorway stood Ziva, Tim, Ducky and even Jimmy Palmer had turned up. All their eyes were wide at the sight before them. Not just the sight of Tony unconscious but also at the exchange that had just taken place between Abby and himself.

"Get out of my way, McGee." Gibbs was having trouble controlling his temper. The junior field agent quickly moved to the side to allow Gibbs movement through the door. Gibbs had also noticed that Ducky was walking up to the nurse's station, more than likely looking to speak with Doctor Turner.

Ziva, Tim and Jimmy all watched as Gibbs stormed towards the waiting room and the kiosk that was going to pour his coffee for him.

Abby's words had struck a chord. He always did know when something was going to happen to his team but, as Abs had put it, especially when something bad was going to happen with Tony. He had had a bad feeling the morning Tony had disappeared into the drains looking for the missing marine and when they had lost track of him when he was on the run with Jeremy. His gut had churned the morning that Ziva and he were undercover assassins and also the day they went missing at the docks. The day that Tobias had shut down NCIS to investigate them all about the death of René Bènoir and when Tony was framed for murder by Chip, he had to fight the overwhelming need to throw up. The morning of Tony's close escape with the plague and when his car blew up while he was still undercover during the whole La Greneille debacle, no, that morning he had actually thrown up. Abby was right. He did know when Tony was in trouble. Even the day Kate had died, his instincts still hadn't kicked in quite as much as they did with Tony. This time, however, this time, Gibbs had ignored the signs. Gibbs stood in the middle of the hospital, eyes wide open to what he had he had just admitted. He hadn't wanted to face Tony and in doing so he had ignored the fact that his agent could have bled to death on the hospital floor.

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