Gibbs walked out into the living room.

McGee sat, on the chair, rubbing his face, while Ducky was still holding Abby on the couch.

She looked up at Gibbs with puffy eyes, "What's wrong with him, Gibbs? Or…is something wrong with us?" she looked briefly at McGee, and then back.

He shook his head, "There's nothing wrong with you or McGee."

"Boss," McGee said, with raised brows, as calmly as he could, "We…I mean…Abbs and I…sort of…came on…to him…I dunno why. I mean," he looked straight at Gibbs, "I don't even like Tony some days."

Gibbs snorted.

"But…" he looked at Abby, "he asked me…" McGee shook his head, looking miserable. He almost whispered, "Would I have done it? Would I have hurt Abby like that?"

Gibbs looked at him, sorrowfully.

"I dunno'. But…I do know, this is not your fault," he saw Abby's guilty look, "or yours." He sighed shakily. "or Tony's. If i had known...I would have never left you alone with him. Especially without one of these talisman things Maura made. I think he came back with…something. Maybe it was the blood…they gave him."

"They gave him their blood?" Abby said harshly, now getting angry at the situation. She grabbed her phone off the coffee table, and started checking to see if any alerts had come through on Tony's blood analysis.

"Abby…"McGee called her.

She didn't hear him.

Ducky and Gibbs exchanged looks.

"Abby!"

She looked up, "What, Tim?" She suddenly realized, McGee was almost in tears again.

She got up and went to him immediately, pulling out of Ducky's arms.

"I-I'm…sorry…"he whispered, and she immediately hugged him, still clutching the phone.

"It's okay. I know…you would not have done it. I don't care what kind of spell we were all under. You would not have done it." She sat in his lap, as they held each other tightly.

Gibbs motioned to Ducky, and the two men went back towards the guest room, to give the two a moment.

Gibbs pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Jethro," Ducky said in a low voice. "Do you think…would Tony really…"

Gibbs stared at him, steadily, "It's not him, Duck. It's that poison…it's…part of them. Inside him. If he'd hurt Abby…more than…putting his hands on her…I don't think he could survive it. If we hadn't been there…" Gibbs couldn't finish the sentence.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

"Ah…dinner, I believe. Not that anyone may eat it now…" Ducky motioned, "Why don't you get that, and I'll check on Anthony?"

Gibbs nodded.

Abby and McGee had untangled, and were talking quietly to each other, seeming to have calmed a bit more.

Gibbs walked to the foyer and opened the front door. He asked, "How much is it?" looking at the pizza box, and pulling out his wallet.

"It's twelve fifty." The voice was familiar.

Gibbs looked up, and his eyes widened just a bit.

It was Apollyon. Delivering pizza.

"You…sure get around…"Gibbs said slowly, staring at him.

"Well, we all do what we have to," he smiled. "May I bring this in for you?"

Gibbs nodded, and opened the door wider.

The old man walked the pizza right into the kitchen, dropping it on the table.

"Such a boring job," he said, "but it's honest work, isn't it?"

"What do you want?" Gibbs cut to the chase immediately.

"Well," the old man, in jeans and sweatshirt said, turning to face him, "I think you might need a little…guidance."

"Tony," Gibbs said, feeling apprehension spring up from the already alerted gut.

Apollyon sighed.

"Unfortunately, he has been…contaminated."

"I noticed. What can we do about it?" Gibbs had a bad feeling, he knew what Apollyon would say.

"Destroy it. Destroy the evil with the sword. That is the only way." The blue eyes were unwavering.

Gibbs scowled at him. "I will not hurt Tony."

"Do you understand that he is not going to just get better?" The words were gentle, and patient, with little emotion in them. "That poison, in his veins, is going to consume him until there is nothing left. He's not a puppet to the mirror, but he's going to be overcome by the darkness in him, and likely, go insane. It would be a kind mercy, for you, to be the one to end it for him. And you do bear my sword. You have a responsibility to banish evil from this world with it, until I take it back."

Gibbs was beyond grief and rage, hearing the words.

"I want you to go." His hands were clenched at his sides. He wondered if you could actually throw angels out of your house, without getting hit by lightning or eaten by a mythological creature.

"Now."

Apollyon sighed.

"Alright, Jethro. But…others could be hurt by your…delaying the inevitable," He motioned towards Abby and McGee with his head, and turned to go.

He hesitated, just before he walked out the front door, "Oh, I think they might have given you extra cheese, on accident. But, sometimes you get lucky like that."

And then he was gone.

Gibbs was shaking.

This couldn't be happening.

He took out his cell phone, and dialed, almost cringing.

She picked up in two rings.

"It's me. We have…a problem. I need you and Samuel over here. Tonight. Tell him…tell him to bring anything he can on…demonic possession, or being…infected with demonic blood."

After Gibbs hung up with Maura, he saw that Abby had walked to the guest room, and was staring in at Tony. McGee had closed his eyes and fallen asleep in the chair. He was still pale.

"Hey Abs."

She turned and looked at him. "What are we going to do? I don't have results yet, on his blood, but we should have them sometime tonight. Gibbs…we have to help him. This is…horrible. This can't happen. Tony...is the best person in the world. I mean, besides you. What's going to happen?"

He put his arms around her. he was relieved she was back to a bit of her usual ramble, and hadn't been completely traumatized by what happened earlier.

"We will do everything we can for him, Abby. Everything. But…I'm not sure it's safe for you and McGee to be here. So until we have a handle on it, I think you guys should go home."

She jerked away from him, "No. I wanna stay. I don't care, Tony needs us…" her eyes were pleading. He was so proud of her strength, and bravery.

But he knew, that she and McGee were susceptible to the effects of Tony's contamination.

"Listen to me, he said, gently holding her shoulders, "I know how much you love him. And Abby, he is very sick. He loves you so much, that if he hurt you, I think…he wouldn't be able to live with it. And neither could I. So if not for your own sake…"

She swallowed, and then frowned. Sighing, she nodded, but then said "I still need to talk to him, before I go…I need to make sure he knows…that I…I don't blame him for what happened. Please, Gibbs…please…"

His brow furrowed for a moment while he thought about it.

"Okay… but just for a minute, and wear this." He pulled the protection symbol from around his neck, placing it around hers.

She nodded, and went in the room.

Ducky had been trying to understand how Tony had gone from burning hot, to almost below normal temperature.

Tony was curled up, shivering slightly in his sleep.

Ducky saw Abby walk in with alarm, and was about to tell her to go, when she held up the necklace, and he saw Gibbs standing in the doorway behind her.

Gibbs placed the sword up against the wall in the room, giving the ruby eye a glance. It was not glowing.

He nodded to Ducky to let him know he was watching things.

"Tony," Abby said softly, running her hand on his arm.

He started just a little, and then eyed her.

"Abby…" he groaned. "I'm so sorry…" his voice broke, brow creasing quickly.

She hugged him fiercely, half lying on the bed with him.

Ducky looked at Gibbs for one moment, eyes glistening. And then tried to busy himself with organizing the medical supplies.

"It's okay, Tony. I'm okay." Abby tried to soothe him, but he was quickly becoming inconsolable.

"I-I'm…so…sorry…" he was weeping brokenly, holding onto her.

Gibbs wished he could leave them alone, not so much because he felt they needed privacy, but because hearing the sheer misery in Tony's voice was almost too much to bear.