A/N: Sorry for the long wait and the short chapter. Turns out that writing a 12-20 page honors senior thesis on Religion in Don Quijote in Spanish is not as easy as it sounds.

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As Ziva continued to look at Tony, astonished, he began to cough violently. Ziva hit the nurse alert button several times. Tony brought his hand up, clutching at his throat. Ziva grasped them quickly to keep him from disconnecting anything. None too soon, a nurse and the doctor ran in.

"He is coughing, what is wrong?" Ziva asked anxiously.

"This happen when they wake up. Ventilator is uncomfortable. Calm him and I will take it out," the doctor tried to explain as quickly as possible.

"Tony, you need to calm down. You are not choking, it is the ventilator. The doctor is going to take it out," Ziva tried to reassure Tony, whose eyes seemed to show that he was beyond reassurance.

Gently moving Ziva aside, the doctor leaned towards Tony. "On the count of three, big breath out, ok?" he asked as he grasped the tube. "1, 2, 3." And before Ziva knew it the tube was out and Tony was coughing again. The nurse hurried over to him with a cup of water, which he gratefully sipped at through a straw.

Just then McGee came through the door, stopping suddenly when he took in the scene before him. "Tony, you're awake!" he exclaimed as he rushed over to the gurney.

"Probie," Tony rasped, "When did you get here?"

"I'll explain later, right now we need to get out of here. Is he ready to go?" McGee asked, turning to the doctor.

"Yes."

"OK, let's get out of here before the ELN decides to check in on you again," McGee said giving Tony a slight smile while trying to hide his apprehension. "I'll check the halls and get Agent Lee. Be ready to go."

The truck came to a slow stop and the ELN ushered Gibbs and Santos out the back. Quickly readjusting his eyes to the bright sunlight, Gibbs scanned the surrounding parking lot and the hospital before them. The parking lot was all but empty, and everything was still.

The stern man began to lead the group slowly towards the hospital entrance. Gibbs began to feel his usually steel nerves begin to rattle with each step towards the double doors. When they finally reached them they entered into a waiting room. Several ELN jumped up from chairs lined against the wall. The stern man began yelling at them in rapid-fire Spanish. They began marching quickly down the hall and the stern man turned to motion for Gibbs to follow.

They walked down the hall and turned a corner, an ELN member leading them to what Gibbs supposed must be Tony's room. The ELN stopped abruptly, and pausing briefly before the narrow window on the door, he burst in. Gibbs heard yelling in Spanish and the stern man pushed ahead of the others and into the room. Gibbs felt the corner of his mouth twitch. They'd gotten away.

McGee was feeling more anxious the closer they got to escape. Something had to go wrong. He could just feel it. He watched as the legs of Tony's gurney buckled as it was pushed into the back of the ambulance. One of the nurses jumped into the back while the other one seemed to be explaining something to one of the Mossad officers. Directions to the nearest hospital, McGee guessed.

Starting to head towards one of the cars, he left Ziva behind to join Tony. Then he heard a door creak and turned back towards the ambulance, but the ambulance doors were still wide open. Quickly spinning towards the emergency doors he saw some very angry militants.