The hospital smelled, for lack of a better word, sterile. Most of the nurses sent the group small, sympathetic smiles as they had visited the hospital every single day since the… since it happened. They all moved with a slow, somber pace, Ziva leading the way. They made what seemed like a thousand different left and right turns in the labyrinth of a hospital, but they had done the exact same that many times that they could most likely manage it with their eyes closed. Together the group stood outside his room, before going in. His color hadn't returned. He looked small, sick and weak. His eyes were closed. There were less wires attached to him now, the doctors said they only needed him to wake up, that if he did, if that was the only thing he did, he was more likely to make a full recovery, maybe be an agent again if he was lucky. But he still needed to wake up for any of that to actually happen. His chart was sat on the table beside his bed, next to it a cup of water that had been untouched by him, even though the nurses still replaced it every morning, they said it was for if he woke up during the day or night when nobody was there to immediately tend to him. Ducky strolled over and took the chart, scanning it to see if there had been any changes in his condition. He shook his head. "They say that it is still likely that he'll wake up, his neurological activity readings are still high. There's nothing more the doctors can do for him, he has to wake up on his own now." Nobody responded, but Jethro nodded his head slightly. They had been told that information uncountable times before. Ziva sat in the chair by the bed, Ducky moved to take the other. Jimmy sat on the floor at the foot of the bed and Abby leaned her head on Gibb's shoulder against the wall. The door creaked open behind them and in came a flustered, red faced Timothy McGee. "Sorry I'm late." He said, whilst catching to his breath by propping himself up against the wall beside Abby and Gibbs. He turned his gaze to Tony, lying there, prone in the bed and sighed. "I shouldn't have been late." He wiped away a stray tear with the back of his hand and let out a slight laugh. Nobody pulled him up on it, except Abby. She leaned just slightly away from Gibbs and took Tim's hand in her own. No words were spoken, but he squeezed her hand and smiled. They sat there five more minutes before Ducky and Jimmy left to get coffee for the whole group. At that point Ziva reached forward, taking Tony's limp hand in her own, quietly muttering words of prayer, begging for Tony to be returned to her. Gibbs moved closer and placed his hand on her shoulder, even though he knew that it would offer little, if any comfort to her. She didn't say anything to him, the only sign that she'd felt it was that she lifted her free hand and placed it over his. As soon as she stopped speaking Gibbs took over. "Wake up Dinozzo! No sleeping on the job!" Everyone stayed in apprehensive silence, nobody actually believing that such a simple thing would wake Tony up, everyone was just about ready to give up. Abby and Tim joined Ziva and Gibbs closer to the bed, each putting a hand down on it, once Ducky and Jimmy got back with the coffee they would have to go, even though they were a team member down. All of a sudden all of those thoughts were forgotten. Tony's eyes opened. And we're done! I'd like to thank all of my readers;) What did everyone think of Guns and Roses? What do you all think I should do next? Abi xxx