AN: Sorry about the wait! Okay, this one's a little bit short, but I was having some trouble with it, so.. yeah... Anyway, I hope you still enjoy it!

Tony and McGee sat somewhat nervously in the hospitals waiting room. They had both followed Abby to the hospital, as did Gibbs, but unlike their boss, they had both decided to stay. It wasn't as if their killer was on the louse anymore. Tim was venting his anxiety through eating whatever junk food the vending machines had, where as Tony, as always, preferred to talk about the situation a bit more.

"What kind of an idiot does something like this?" he snapped, scratching his head.

"Does what?" Tim asked before taking another bit out of his candy bar.

"Not only did he yell a Gibbs, which by the way I have to give the kid props for, not only that, but he ran out of there and got him self lost, but he also got himself kidnapped by a maniac and dragged Abby down with him. I'm telling you Probie, if that crazy butcher guy hasn't killed him, Gibbs will."

"Yeah, I guess."

"How'd you think he got them?"

"Got what, Tony," sighed Tim, wishing that the older man would shut up for just 5 minutes.

"You know, those metal… machine… thingies. His arm and leg?"

"… Don't know," Tim mumbled. Edwards fake limbs had most defiantly made him curious about the boy. Normally, it was people in the army or navy who needed stuff like that as they had lost boy part in the war, but there was no way that Ed could have been in that situation, right? He was too young, and Tim could tell from his attitude that he was most defiantly not a marine or anything along those lines. But he defiantly did have fake limbs. He had seen them with his own two eyes when he arrived at the hospital. They were amazingly high-tech; he just couldn't get over it.

"There kind of like something out of your comic books, McGeek," said Tony, speaking one of Tim's thoughts.

"I was thinking more along the lines of your movies Tony," McGee said.

"Hey," said a sad voice from behind Tim, and a hand gently tapped his shoulder. Looking up, he saw Abby stood there. Her pigtails were out, she eyes were tired, and she was holding a candy bar with contained nougat in her hand. Smiling slightly, Tim past her one of her candy bars be had gotten from one of the machines earlier. "Thanks," she mumbled, before sitting down with them and taking a bit out of the chocolate.

"So… how's the kid?" asked Tony.

"Sleeping. He woke up for a few minutes. I think he was high of the morphine though," Abby paused for a few minutes. "Hey, Timmy. Do you have a pen and paper?"

"Erm… sure," he said, handing her a biro and his note pad, not really sure why she would want it. Abby got up and headed down the hall. She quickly scribbled a few words down on the pad as soon as she was out of the boys' eye-sites. She wrote down 'Winry', 'LanFan', 'Ling', 'Fu', 'Amestris', 'Resembool', 'Cornel Roy Mustang' and 'Flame Alchemist'. She wasn't completely sure what the last one meant, but she still wrote it down. She stopped and thought about the description that Edward had given her of his little brother. Maybe he was just high of morphine, no on could possibly be like that, could the? Still, she thought it best if she looked it up, so she quickly jotted down 'Alphonse Elric' on the page. Then she stopped once again, and she thought about something that she never had before, something she should have checked a long time ago. She scribbled something else down, before ripping the piece of paper out of Tim's book, stuffing it in her pocket and finished eating her snack.

A sudden, loud crashing noise caught her attention and concern when she relished that it came from the room Ed was sleeping. She quickly ran to the door and yanked it open, to find Edward sprawled on the floor on his back, his legs still resting on the bed. He looked up at Abby from the floor, before smiling awkwardly and saying, "Hey, Abby."

"What on earth do you think you're doing!?" she snapped angrily. He should have been resting, not falling out of his bed.

"Sorry. I kinda panicked when I woke up," he said, sitting back up. Abby noticed that the I.V. drip that was once stuck in his arm, simply hung down from the bag, the other end not attached to him any more. Her mind went back the night she took some of his blood. 'Wow,' she thought, 'He must really hate needles.'

"So, how are you feeling?" she asked Ed, helping him back up on the bed.

"As well as could be expected I guess," he said simply, his hands running over his chest were they had stitched him up. He attention was drawn to him right shoulder. "Hey, Abby, do you know where my arm is?"

Abby couldn't seem to get over how odd that sounded. "No… I think the doctors have it. I'll go see, okay? You just… stay here," she told the teenager, not wanting him to strain himself or anything.

"Yeah, sure," he replied, as he flopped back down on hi bed and Abby turned and left the room.

Ed really hated hospitals. He hated being around sick people. He hated the fact that some of those people wouldn't get better and might even die. He hated the smell that lingered around everywhere. But mostly, he hated having to sit around and not being able to do anything! Yep, he really hated hospitals. After a few minutes, Ed heard the door opening. Looking up he was angry to find, not Abby stood there, but Gibbs. Oh, he did not need this right now.

"What do you want?" he huffed, frowning.

"You know, I'd cut the attitude if I was you, kid," he told Ed seriously, glaring down at him.

"Stop calling me 'kid'!" he snapped back. "Why are you even here anyway!?"

"Well, mostly due to the fact that you got yourself hurt and could have gotten both yourself and a member of my team killed!" he yelled at him. Gibbs had felt his anger bubbling up for hours, and he was happy to finely be getting some of it of his chest.

"You think I planed for that to happen, you idiot!?" he shouted straight back. "You honestly think that I have a death wish?"

"Well, with the way you ran out of NCIS not a few hours ago, then yeah, I think maybe you do."

"Oh, shut up!" he shouted, unable to come up with a better comeback. Just then, he noticed that Abby was stood in the doorway, looking a bit nervous. Behind her was a doctor, holing his auto-mail arm in his hands.

"Hey, doctor," said Gibbs, trying to control his temper, at least while Abby was in the room. Ed was simply happy that he could get his arm back.

The Doctor would not even let him reattach his arm, until he asked him a dozen and one questions about who he was feeling, did he feel like he could walk properly, as his chest still hurting and so on. Final, after what felt like forever to Edward, he was allowed to reconnect his arm. The doctor did want to help him with his auto-mail, but the teen refused, knowing that he could do it himself. With that, the man left.

"So… pretty cool arm," Abby commented, as Edward was getting his arm ready. He had to get it position before actually slotting it in.

"Erm… thanks?" he said, unsure if that actually was a complement. He bit down on his lower lip, as he became to slit the arm into his shoulder. Pushing it in, a strong, electrical surge flew through his entire body. It usually stopped after a second or so, but for some reason, it didn't stop. Unable to hide his pain, Ed let out a loud yelp, as the electric pulse ran up and down his body. He grabbed hold of his right arm and gave it a hard tug, snapping it full in place. I sighed heavily in relief when the pain stopped.

Abby looked worriedly at the boy. "Are you okay?" she asked, concerned for him.

"Y-yeah… I'm okay," he said, panting a little bit.

Abby paused for a few seconds. "Hey, Gibbs. Why don't you go get Ed's clothes?" she asked the man, giving him pleading eyes. She wanted a few minutes alone with Edward. Deciding that he could lecture the kid later on, Gibbs reluctantly left the room.

"Listen, Ed," Abby started, sitting besides him on the bed. "Do you remember anything about before?"

A bit confused by the question, Ed answered, "You mean in that warehouse?"

"No, here. You woke up a little while ago. You were talking to me. Don't you remember?"

"No… but, I do remember one thing. I think someone was holding my hand for ages. Was that you?"

"Yeah, that was me."

"Oh, well… thanks," said Edwards, blushing slightly. "Hey, Abs? What happened to him? You know… that guy before."

"He was shot. Ducky's taking a look at him now," she answered, and she could have sworn what she felt him shudder a bit. "So… you ready to get out of here?"

Ed grinned at her. "Absolutely!"

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