"Guys! Guys! He's awake!" Abby said happily as she jumped up from her chair and ran over to them.

"We see that, Abbs," Gibbs replied.

"Well, come on!" She said, motioning for them to head to his bed.

Ziva walked up to him first and gave him a hug, "Hello, McGee. It is good to see you awake."

Tim smiled, "Good to be awake," He whispered, his voice sounding dry and sore.

Tony came up to him next, looking both shocked and happy. He patted him on the shoulder, "'Bout time, Probie. You made us wait long enough."

"Payback… for you always… making us wait."

"When do I do that?"

"Every day," Ziva replied, "You are constantly late to work, late coming back from lunch, late-"

"Rhetorical question, Ziva."

Gibbs stood at the foot of the bed, "Feeling okay, McGee?"

"Throats sore… little tired… but I'm alive, so I'm good."

"The doctor gave him some medication that's making him a little drowsy," Abby explained, "He was kinda flaley when he woke up."

They all looked at her.

"Flaley?" Ziva questioned, "Is that an American word that I do not know?"

"I've never heard of it either," Tony replied.

"Flaley, you know," Abby started wiggling her arms. They continued to stare at her, confusion on their faces, "Well, do you have a better word for it?"

They all began using real words to describe what she attempting to say.

"Restless?"

"Fidgety?"

"Squirmy?"

"Uneasy?"

"Nervous?"

"Jumpy?"

"Jittery?"

"Confused?"

Tim even chimed in, "Agitated."

Abby sighed and put her hands on her hips, "Well, sure, if you want to use real words," She mumbled.

Tim sat his cup of ice chips on his tray. His eyes were starting to feel heavy. He tried to keep them open, but they seemed to have a mind of their own.

Gibbs noticed this, "Well, we gotta go."

"Boss, we just got here," Tony replied, then noticed the glare on Gibbs' face that said "I'm slapping you in my head right now".

"Right Boss, time to go."

Tim didn't want them to go, but he was barely even alert anymore. Plus, he knew they'd have plenty of time to catch up later on. "Good to see you all," He said, his eyes closed.

"You too, Tim," Gibbs replied.

Ziva kissed his forehead, "See you soon, McGee."

"Later, Probie."

Gibbs motioned for Abby to follow them out.

"You couldn't have told me that he was awake when you called me?"

"Yeah, you had us scared to death, Abby" Tony added.

"I'm sorry," She replied innocently, "But I used my high-pitched happy voice, I thought that was enough."

Gibbs sighed, "Your high-pitched happy voice sounds a lot like your high-pitched scared to death voice, Abbs."

"Oh… well, now that you know he's okay, you're happy, right?"

"Of course we are, Abby," Ziva said with a smile, "This is very good news."

"Did you get to talk to him much?" Tony asked.

She shook her head, "No. The doctor gave him the meds pretty soon after he woke up, so he has been drowsy since he woke up. He's just eaten a lot of ice."

"Well, we're gonna get back to work," Gibbs leaned over and kissed Abby's cheek, "We'll be back later on."

She nodded, "Bye, guys."

"Bye."

Vance was waiting in the bullpen when Tony, Ziva, and Gibbs arrived. He saw the look of relief on all of their faces.

"How's McGee?" He asked, figuring that's where the agents had been.

"Awake," Gibbs replied, "He's gonna be okay."

"That's good to hear," Vance said with a nod. A slight smile spread across his face, "Today must be you guys' lucky day. I have some more good news for you."

"What?" Tony asked.

"Interrogation rooms two and three. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised by who is inside of them."

They all looked around at each other, knowing the answer to the question that was, no doubt, about to be asked.

"Brittany and Gina?" Tony asked.

Vance nodded, "We got a call from an anonymous source right after you left, Gibbs. She saw one of the posters Agent DiNozzo had posted outside of a cafe on 3rd street. She had seen them going into a beauty salon just two blocks away. I sent two agents there, and sure enough, they were both getting color treatments done on their hair."

He picked up two folders which he had set at Gibbs' desk, and held them out. Gibbs took one, and Ziva took the other. Vance looked at each of the agents, "They're all yours now," He said before walking off.

I know, it's short :( Sorry. I didn't want to overload it with stuff though, and I thought that was a pretty good place to end the chapter (hope I was right).

Let me know what you thought of it :) More McAbby to come, I promise... Just gotta get through all this hospital crap first! (Have I mentioned I hate writing hospital stuff?.. oh, I have? Multiple times? Sorry about that).

Oh, and the spellcheck word for "McAbby" is "Scabby"... EW! lol