A/N:I added some more things to ch 2 and broke it up to make it.. Origanlly i had this in the story but i felt like ch 2 was too long. but then i decided its too important so cut out. So READ, REVIEW, AND ENJOY

Chapter Two: Snapped

After taking Abby to the hospital, the NCIS crew including Ducky were all in the waiting room waiting for news on her condition. McGee was sitting with is hand covering his face still crying over what happened. Gibbs was sitting next to him, knelt over with his hands on McGee shoulders, trying to comfort him.

"It's all my fault," McGee said softly.

"No it's not McGee," Gibbs said.

Finally a doctor came out of the ER and approached the crew.

"How is she doctor," Gibbs asked him getting up from his chair.

"The bullet managed to make a good amount of damage nearly missing her heart but we were able to get it out," the doctor said, "she's stable but she's in a coma, and on life support. It's really touch and go right now.

"Could you take us to her," asked Gibbs.

"Sure," the doctor said, "if you could follow me please?"

They all followed him through the halls to Abby's room where they all saw her laying peacefully on the bed, her chest wrapped in bandages. They all stayed for about an hour staying silent the whole time. The only sounds were of that of the hums and beeps of the machines next to Abby.

"Tony, Ziva," Gibbs finally said, "get back to headquarters and see what you can find out about Abby's shooter. I'll join in a second."

"Yes boss," Both replied and left. Gibbs then turned to Ducky.

"Do you think you could stay here and watch over Abby,"

"Alright Jethro," Ducky said.

"And see if you can comfort McGee as well,"

"Sure."

Finally Gibbs turned to McGee who was now holding Abby's hand and staring at her face.

"McGee, you can join us back at headquarters whenever you're ready."

McGee didn't look up but rather he kept his eyes on Abby's face.

Gibbs gave Ducky a final nod, who nodded back, and left. McGee turned his head to the small table next to the bed saw Abby's chain necklace that she always wore lying on it and picked it up and held his hand. It had a silver heart on it with Abby's name on one side and a rose with thorns on the other.

"It's all my fault," McGee said clutching the necklace in his hand.

"Don't say that, McGee," Ducky said.

"But it's true. I didn't pull her away in time."

"If you didn't pull away when you did, she'd probably be dead."

"Why Abby? Why couldn't it be me? Abby's too sweet for this to happen to her."

"Don't beat yourself up. Things like this happen."

"I failed to save her. It's my fault she here. I should have been the one who got shot. I should be the one lying on a hospitable bed. I should be the one close to death. I didn't even get her shooter. He got away because of me. I'm a horrible agent. I should quit."

"Don't say that. You're an excellent agent. You saved her life. If it wasn't for you, she'd be dead. The guy might have gotten away but you'll get him later and he'll spend the rest of his life in prison."

"I'm gonna get that son of a bitch."

"Justice will come soon enough, McGee, Gibbs will make sure of it."

"When I went inside that room to get the guy and ran into his friends, something inside me snapped. When I saw them I just saw them as getting in my way. So I started shooting at them and the guy. I didn't care if they shot me or if anything. I just wanted kill that Son of a bitch. I wanted to make pay for what he did."

McGee then smiled and looked up at Ducky with a murderous look in his eyes that made a shiver go up Ducky's spine.

"When I saw the fear in his eyes, he continued, "I just loved it. It was total fear. That's one of the things that really drove me. Seeing him fear me after he shot Abby was one hell of a feeling. I'm gonna make sure he's really sorry for what he did."

"I never even had the chance to tell her I loved her," McGee said returning his stare back at Abby.

"Don't worry McGee," Ducky said, "you will. She's going to be all right. I bet she feels the same away about you."

"I really hope so, Ducky"

McGee got up and put Abby's necklace in his pocket. Then he left the room, sunk into a chair in the waiting room, knelt over and covered his face with his hands.

"Hey, you okay?"

McGee looked up and saw that the man sitting next to him was talking to him.

"I don't want to talk right now,"

"That's okay," The man said, "I know how you feel. Here let me give you something."

The man reached into a bag, pulled out a pill bottle and held it out to McGee.

"There're anti-depressant pills," the man explained as McGee grabbed them, "a friend gave to me, but I really don't believe in them. Besides it looks like you need it more than I do."

"Thanks," McGee said as he was putting them in his pocket.

xxx

That night McGee was looking at Abby in front of him and at the guy who shot her behind her. McGee tried to grab her and move here out of the way but the gunman already fired and shot her. She cried out McGee's name as she fell to the floor.

"Abby," McGee yelled.

McGee looked at up the gunman. He was laughing as he pointed his gun at McGee and fired.

At that moment McGee woke up from his nightmare, drenched in sweat, and breathing heavily. He looked at his clock. 03:37. He was having trouble sleeping that night. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Abby being shot again. The whole event kept playing in his mind like a movie.

He got up and walked over to his window.

Why did I let this happen, he thought to himself, why didn't I grab her in time?

Then he started bursting in tears, and got angry at the same time. He punched the wall leaving a fist size whole.

"IT"S ALL MY FAULT!"

His hand was in pain but he paid no attention as he started wrecking his apartment. Punching and kicking walls, throwing whatever he can get his hands on to the ground, knocking over his dressers, and drawers. He just lost control. He paused look at his reflection in the mirror.

It is all your fault she was shot.

"No."

It is and you know it. You even said it yourself.

"No you're wrong, it's not my fault."

Keep saying that to yourself. You know it is.

"Your wrong. Ducky even said-"

Ducky! What does that old fool know?

"Don't talk shit about Ducky!"

You know it's your fault that Abby got shot. You failed to pull her away in time.

"Shut up."

In fact this isn't the first time you fucked up as a special agent. You been fuckin' up since you became a fulltime agent.

"I said shut up!"

You failed to save Erin from be strangled.

"Stop it."

"You killed an innocent cop, who was well respected, might I add

"STOP"

And you failed Abby, twice.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

You couldn't keep her safe from that crazy Ex of hers

"Shut up!"

And now cuz' of you she lying on a hospital bed near death.

"Shut the fuck up!"

Some special agent you are. You might as well quit. Your nothing but a huge failure. Abby could never love you!

"No, your wrong."

Face it, your nothing! You'll never catch Abby's shooter, and cuz' of you she's dead!

"SHUT UP !"

McGee punched the mirror as hard as he can, making it shatter.

HA HA HA HA HA HA

McGee's knuckles started to bleed, but he was to angry to notice. He went to his kitchen cabinet and pulled out a big bottle of vodka. He opened it, raised it to his lips and tried to drink it but he was too furious to swallow, so he threw as hard as he can at the cabinets, shattering it to million pieces. All of a sudden he started to feel sick to his stomach. He rushed to his bathroom and threw up in his toilet. He threw up for good five minutes before he started to feel a bit better.

He started to walk back to his bed when noticed the pills on his bedside dresser. He stared for at them for a moment, thinking, then picked them up, opened them and popped a couple in his mouth and forcefully swallowed them. He felt a little weird for a moment but he shook it off. He closed the bottle, set them back down, laid back down on his bed and tried to fall back asleep.