The NCIS family and family-to-be burst through the doors of Bethesda Naval Hospital.
"Lia DiNozzo." They all yelled at the nurse at the front desk. She frantically typed something into her computer. "ICU, third floor."
They ran to the elevator and crammed themselves into the small metal box.
--
"Someone should call Sam." Ziva whispered as she stroked her daughter's face hours later.
"Why? For all we know he could be the one who did this." Tony spat angrily from the other side of the bed."No." Nora shook her head from her spot next to Tony. "No. Sam wouldn't. He's too sweet of a guy." Chris and Daniel nodded.
"We should call Liz at least." Daniel said a few minutes later. Chris nodded and left the room to make the call.
--
Other than the large bandage wrapped around her head and the smaller bandages covering some minor cuts, the cast on her wrist, and the fact that she was attached to a EKG machine and that a nasal cannula was in her nose, Lia looked like she was just asleep.
--
"Doctors said the rape kit came back negative." McGee said as he entered the room.
There were sighs of relief from all over the room.
"Thank god." Ziva whispered, kissing the top of Lia's head.
--
Days passed and Lia's room had become decorated with bouquet after bouquet of flowers.
Bouquets from Sam, bouquets from Liz, bouquets from Abby and McGee and Jacob and Holly. Bouquets from Tony and Ziva, Caitlin and Nora, Chris and Daniel and of course bouquets from Gibbs. Callie too had contributed to the growing garden.
The majority of the minor cuts had healed, leaving just the cast on her wrist and the bandage around her head.
Palmer had taken a look at her x-rays and had concluded that the fracture to her wrist was a defensive wound, most likely from blocking an object coming towards her. The head wound was most likely caused form her head being smashed against the ground.
--
"Abs, can you tell me anything?" Gibbs asked as he walked into the lab quickly followed by Callie.
"Agent DiNozzo is asking for any information you can give." Callie added quietly. She knew how much this bothered her boss, she'd gotten to know Lia and she liked the younger girl.
"I'm running the prints found on everything in the alley, I've gotten some hits, but the owners were cleared. There was a print on Lia's jeans button, I'm running it through AFIS, so far no hit. If there was a print there that means that someone got pretty damn close to…" She trailed of, tears threatening to spill.
"We'll get this guy Abs." Gibbs comforted the scientist all the while holding back his own rage and tears.
--
Days later Liz, Sam and Nora were sitting around Lia's hospital bed. The trio, plus Chris, Dan, Jake and Kate, had finally convinced Tony and Ziva to go home, take a shower, get some rest in a bed and eat something that was actually edible.
"When's she going to wake up?" Sam asked quietly as he stroked her palm with his thumb.
"The doctors don't know when. They did a CT and everything in her head seems to be fine. Medically." Liz joked trying to lighten the mood.
Nora smiled sadly. "Come on Lee. Open your eyes. Make some comment about how sappy this scene is." She slapped her unconscious friend lightly on the cheek.
"Yeah," Liz added, "wake up. Make some lame pop culture reference that only you, me and your dad understand. I'll take any of your," she paused as she searched for the right word, "total randomness at this point."
--
Liz and Lia shared the love for late night television programs they had bonded quickly over the popular BSC program CISN: Criminal Investigative Service of the Navy. Tony hated it because 'it made their job look easier than it actual was' but Lia had caught him watching the pilot episode on his laptop.
--
The trio sat in silence for the rest of the day and only left after Tony and Ziva had almost literally picked them up and thrown them out the door. At 2 in the morning the next day Lia DiNozzo woke up. Nurses and doctors ran in, kicked Tony and Ziva out and returned a few minutes later.
"We gave her a mild sedative, she was worked up. Nervous." A nurse said, before Tony and Ziva ran into the room.
"Lia! Sweetie, how are you feeling?" Ziva quickly asked, throwing herself into the chair next to her daughter's bed.
"Tired." She half whispered half moaned.
"You've been in a coma for almost a week." Tony whispered as he sat in a chair on the other side of his daughters bed.
"Strange how that works right?" Lia smiled slightly, her eyes already starting to close.
"Who did this to you?" Tony asked quickly.
"Nick." Lia whispered before falling into a welcomed sleep.