Gibbs had been in the waiting room for only about ten minutes when Ziva and McGee arrived. They had been running, but both stopped immediately as soon as they saw Gibbs sitting there.

"Boss, is there any news about Tony?" Tim asked as he came to stand in front of his boss.

"No, not yet. They told me to wait here until they knew more."

"Did you tell them he's been poisoned?" McGee regretted the question as soon as he asked it. Of course, Gibbs had told them. His boss didn't bother to answer.

Ziva sat silently down beside Gibbs. Tim stood where he was for a while before he also sat down. They waited in silence until Ziva spoke.

"Should we send someone else to the cabin and see if Lieutenant Engberg is there?"

Gibbs nodded. She was right. They still had the case to think about, but Tony was more important.

"Nah… it can wait. It's a cold case anyway. It can get a bit colder. It doesn't matter, Ziva." Gibbs said after a while. "First we need to figure this one out."

"Yeah," McGee agreed. "If someone really poisoned Tony, we need to figure out who did it."

"You think it was the water bottle, Tim?" Gibbs asked.

"Yeah, it's the only thing it could possibly be. He drank from the same water bottle the whole time we were in the car. And every time he was sick we handed it to him…" Tim became quiet. He hadn't thought about that until now. He had helped to poison Tony; he'd handed him the poisoned water and urged him to drink more of it. He swallowed hard.

"Hey, you couldn't know it was poisoned. No one could," Gibbs said, as he understood what McGee was thinking. He stood up. "You two wait here. I'm gonna call Ducky and Abby." And with that he left the room and headed outside to make the calls.

Ziva and McGee watched him go, and they threw each other a glance before they leaned back and made themselves more comfortable, Ziva on the bench and McGee in his chair.

It wasn't long before Gibbs finished his calls and returned to the waiting room. Ducky was on his way, but Gibbs had managed to convince Abby to stay at NCIS and wait for the water bottle and other things from the car that were on their way to her.

About two hours later a young doctor approached them. They all sat up straighter, all their attention turned towards the doctor.

"Excuse me. My name is Dr. Magnus Philipsson. I'm Mr. DiNozzo's doctor. Are you with him?"

"Yeah. What's the word?" Gibbs answered.

"Mr. DiNozzo is stable at the moment. There were some complications for a few moments, but he's fine now. We've done all we can for him, but I'm sorry to say that we actually don't know what's wrong with him. I was informed that he's been poisoned. Because of that, we don't want to put any more drugs into his system, since we don't know what his reaction will be. If we give him something that doesn't interact well with the poison in his system, we might make everything worse, so we don't want to do that until we know for sure what we're dealing with." The doctor talked quickly and gestured with his hands as he spoke. It seemed like he wanted to say something more, but stopped at the sight of the worried faces in front of him.

"Sorry, people tell me I should just get to the point. Anyway, we're running tests and hope to find out what he's been poisoned with soon; maybe within the next hour, but it shouldn't take longer than two, maybe three."

"How is Tony now?" Ziva interrupted.

"Oh… " The doctor got a more serious look on his face. "I'm afraid he's not that good. We've done everything we can for him, but since we don't know what we're dealing with, we haven't been able to give him anything for the pain. "

"So, you are saying he is in pain?" Ziva asked.

"Yes, I'm afraid so. But it's just temporary. We should be able to-"

"Thank you," Gibbs interrupted. "Can we see him now?"

"Oh, yes, you certainly can. Right this way." The doctor turned around and started to walk away. They all got up and hurried after him. They followed him through a long maze of hallways. When he reached the door to Tony's room, the doctor stopped and waited until everyone caught up with him.

As they all stood there, Dr. Philipsson said, "I'd like you to wait out here for a bit while I go in and check on my patient and make sure he's up for visitors."

The doctor didn't wait for them to respond; he just went into the room and quickly closed the door behind him. A few minutes later he came back out. "It's all right," He said with a smile. "He's awake and wants to see you. He won't admit it, but I can tell he's in a great deal of pain. If you need me, or if Mr. DiNozzo needs me, just push the call button and I'll come as soon as I can." And with that he turned and walked away.

Gibbs just shook his head and then opened the door. Tony was half sitting in the bed, hands over his stomach. The hospital gown he was wearing made him look even paler than he did before. His head was resting against the pillows and he had his eyes turned away from them. They all went into the room and McGee carefully closed the door behind them.

"Hi," Tony said. He wouldn't look them in the eyes.

"Hi, Tony. How are you feeling?" Gibbs looked at his agent. He actually looked okay; pale and tired, but okay.

"I'm good, Boss," Tony answered a little too quickly.

"Are you sure? The doctor told us that you were in pain."

Tony quickly looked up at Gibbs, and then his eyes flickered away. "It'll be okay." He paused for a moment and then continued speaking. "Ehm… look guys… about earlier… what happened in the car, I was…. Eh…"

At first they wondered what Tony was trying to say, but then they got it; Tony was embarrassed.

McGee looked quickly at Ziva before saying, "What are you talking about, Tony? I can't remember anything about what happened in the car."

With that said, DiNozzo's body relaxed and he let out a sigh and closed his eyes. Then he opened them again and looked straight into Tim's eyes and then Ziva's.

"Good, me neither. I must've been sick or something, 'cause I can't remember what happened."

The three of them now knew that this was not to be talked about for a while.

"So, you think I was poisoned by the water? I thought you gave it to me, Ziva. It was …" he had to pause to take a few deep breaths. "It was sitting on my desk when I got in this morning."

"What were you thinking, DiNozzo?" Gibbs suddenly barked, causing Tony to jerk in his bed.

"Eh, Boss, I'm sorry, I just thought it was Ziva who…"

"It was not from me, Tony," Ziva said.

"Never drink something if you don't know where it's from," Gibbs chastised.

"Got it, Boss."

"But who put it there?" Everyone looked at McGee as he asked the question.

"I don't know, Probie." Tony tried to speak as normally as possible, clutching his stomach.

"Well, it's easy to find out. All we need to do is check the security footage," McGee said, looking worriedly at Tony.

"McGee, call Abby and have her do that," Gibbs ordered.

Gibbs had noticed the change in Tony's voice and saw that his body had stiffened. He got a chair and put it next to Tony's bed and sat down. Ziva did the same on the other side of the bed, while McGee left the room to go call Abby.

"Ohh…" Tony moaned. "I'm not feeling so good, Boss," He said, his voice slurring.

"What is it, Tony?" Gibbs asked. "Where does it hurt?"

"I'm… I'm not sure…it's like…" He moaned again and tried to bury himself deeper down in the pillows.

"Tony. Tony." Ziva said his name a few times, and they became worried when he didn't respond; he just clutched his stomach. His eyes were closed and he had a pained expression on his face.

"Ziva, push the call button," Gibbs urged.

Ziva did as Gibbs instructed and minutes later, Dr. Philipsson and a nurse rushed into the room. By then, Tony was unconscious.