A/N: We've skipped roughly a day since the last chapter. It's now Saturday morning, and we are going to see if McGee and Vance can get some answers from Ziva.

DC Women's Prison was one of the more interesting prisons to visit. Despite it being a facility with multiple security levels inside, the inmates were active and somewhat friendly. Usually, the only tough inmates were the ones in maximum security with very long or life sentences. Unfortunately, that was where McGee and Vance were headed. Ziva's lawyer, provided by Eli David, was waiting for them in an interview room with Ziva.

"McGee, I spoke to Gibbs this morning," said Vance as they walked through the prison. "Tony showed some signs late last night of waking up. His doctor is hoping that he'll be awake before lunch."

"That's good. I know that Gibbs was planning on going in to work and getting some paperwork done, but I don't think he's happy about leaving Tony," McGee said. He sighed. "I really hope Tony doesn't remember anything that happened. He'll be so hurt by her actions."

"That's why we're going to try and get some answers this morning."

McGee nodded. "She wouldn't tell me anything last time I spoke to her."

"Today's a new day. Maybe some time in jail will have changed her mind."

"My mind has not been changed," said Ziva, surprising them. They hadn't realised they were outside the interview room. "I still believe that Tony deserved it."

"Why?" asked Vance. "He didn't do anything to you, Ms David."

"I do not care to speak with you. I have told my lawyer that I do not wish to have anymore meetings with anyone from NCIS."

"You don't have much of a choice," said McGee. "You are in prison for attacking a federal agent. You're lucky that the FBI isn't interested in taking on the daughter of Mossad's director."

"I have nothing to say. You are wasting your time." Ziva crossed her arms over her chest and stared at them.

Vance sighed. He didn't want to give up, but he knew he was getting nowhere. He needed to get back to work and try to find a way to convince Ziva to talk. "Come on, McGee. She's not going to give us anything."

McGee stood reluctantly. "Ziva, please just tell us why you hurt Tony. He didn't do anything at all to you."

"You can leave. I will not answer you."

With a sigh, McGee followed Vance out of the interview room.

"I will talk to only Tony," Ziva said as they left, knowing that there was no way they would let Tony near her.

Tony felt something touching his wrist. It wasn't an uncomfortable touch, but it was strange. Why would someone be touching him? What was going on?

"Why are you touching me?" Tony managed to croak out.

Suddenly, the touch was gone. Tony heard feet moving quickly for a moment, then heard a woman calling something to another person. He heard the feet return to him, then the thing that had touched him was back, this time touching his head. He could feel a hand holding onto his hand, which was somewhat comforting.

"Tony? Can you hear me?"

Tony wanted to say yes, but he was still feeling very tired.

"Tony, if you can hear me, squeeze my hand."

That was easier to do than speaking was. Tony slowly closed his fingers around the hand holding his.

"Good job, Tony. Can you try to open your eyes for me now?"

Tony tried a few times, but he couldn't get his eyes to open.

"That's okay, Tony. You're doing great. Can you try again?"

This time, Tony got his eyes to open partially. He peeked out through his half open eyelids and saw a young woman that he thought he recognised next to him.

"Great! It's nice to have you back with us, Tony," she said.

Tony turned his head and forced his eyes to open the rest of the way. He gave the woman a small smile.

"I knew you would come back to us!" the woman exclaimed loudly, hurting Tony's head and ears.

"Too loud..." said Tony softly.

"Sorry. Let me get you some water." The woman grabbed a bottle from a bag on the floor and quickly put a straw into it. "It's mine from home, but I haven't used it yet."

Tony nodded as he sipped some of the water. "Thank you, Abby," he said once he was finished.

Gibbs was seated at his desk when his cell phone rang. Thinking of ignoring it at first, Gibbs sighed. But then he had a thought- what if it was about Tony? He couldn't ignore that. Grabbing his phone, Gibbs forgot to check the caller ID before answering.

"Gibbs."

"It's Abby! Tony woke up. Gibbs, Tony is awake! You need to come to the hospital now!"

Gibbs was out of his seat the moment Abby said his best friend was awake. He grabbed his jacket and ran to the elevator. "Abby, don't let him sleep until I get there."

"Already taken care of. Brad took him to get some tests done ten minutes ago, so I'm in the waiting room. Come and join me, Gibbs."

"I'm coming, Abbs." Gibbs hung up without saying goodbye as he climbed into his car. He breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled out of the Navy Yard and into the midday traffic.