A/N: Okay, so I was able to wait. And, yes, I know what the title is! Its like that for a reason!

Gibbs felt as though he was still spinning even after the car came to a halt. He groaned as he tried to move his neck. He slowly opened his eyes to see not much of anything in front of him. His headlights were still on…somehow…and all he saw were trees. Upside-down trees? He realized his arms were hanging "above" his head. The car had landed on its top. He looked over to the passenger seat to see Abby.

It wasn't good.

She appeared to be unconscious. There was blood dripping down her, but he couldn't be sure where it was coming from in the dim light. "Abby?" he said. She didn't even stir. "Abby?…Abby, wake up." He reached over and gently tugged on her arm. "Abbs?" She groaned slightly. Not much, but enough to let Gibbs know she was alive. He went to try his buckle, bracing himself with one arm to the ground. He screamed as he put pressure on his left wrist. Taking a look at it, he saw it already looked swollen. It looked broken. He positioned himself so he would land on his arm instead of his wrist and tried at the buckle, but it wouldn't unlock. He tried again but still nothing. Thinking much quicker than he thought he should have been able to, he reached for his belt and found his pocket knife still attached to it. Once he was free of the belt, he screamed out loud as his left leg fell. He hadn't realized while hanging upside-down that his leg was hurting. He could tell now, though, that is was definitely broken.

He crawled the best he could slowly out of the car. His body ached. His head was throbbing. His left wrist was screaming. Feeling something running down his forehead, he wiped at it. Blood. Touching where it was throbbing, there was a lot of blood. He could feel the deep gash. He didn't have time to think about that right now though.

He slowly pulled himself over to the other side of the car. "Abby? Can you move?" She didn't answer. She had passed out again. He saw blood dripping down her face and from her head. He wasn't sure how to get her out with her unconscious without hurting her more. "Come on, Abs. I really need your help here," he said more to himself than to her.

"It hurts, Gibbs," she barely whispered back.

"I know, but I need to get you out. I need you to help me." He took his knife from his pocket and held it out to her. "Can you cut yourself out of the belt? I'll catch you to make sure you don't fall."

"I'm sorry."

"You don't need to be sorry."

"I broke the rule."

"What rule?"

"I forgot my knife."

"It's okay. Take mine." She finally opened her eyes and looked over at him. "Let's get you out of there, okay?" She eyed the knife and carefully took it from his hand. She cried out as she tried to turn toward the buckle. Gibbs saw a stream of blood start pouring down. Abby dropped the knife as she instinctively reached for her stomach. Gibbs looked to where she was holding herself but couldn't se much of anything with the belt and her hand in the way.

He knew he had to get her out of there now. He reached behind her and grabbed the knife and started slicing at the belt. When it started getting close to snapping from her unsupported weight, he said, "I need you to brace yourself." She reached overhead and placed one hand above her. "Use both hands." She reluctantly removed the other hand from her stomach. It was coated red. Gibbs could smell the strong stench of blood. It was almost overwhelming. He got up onto his knees. Even with the break below his knew, it still hurt like hell. Using his right arm, he tried to wrap it around her chest as well as he could to prevent her from falling on her head. He squinted and gritted his teeth in pain as his left hand with the broken wrist tried to slice through the rest of the belt. It soon gave out and Abby was free.

She and Gibbs both cried out again as she was pulled from the car. Gibbs laid her on the ground, lying next to her. She had her arms across her stomach. Getting himself into a sitting position, he could see her shirt soaked in blood. He reached down to move her arms, but she moaned and wouldn't let him. "I need to see how bad it is, Abby." He took one of her wrists in his right hand, left held close to him, and pulled it away. Lifting her shirt slightly, he saw what had her in so much pain. She had a big open gash starting near the middle of her stomach and off to her left side. Gibbs felt queasy. He had seen a lot of crime scenes and war injuries to know the amount of blood she was losing was dangerously close to fatal. And that was just the injury he could see.

Gibbs looked away, not able to look her in the face either. He closed his eyes trying to think about what was going to happen. "That bad, huh?" she asked quietly.

"No."

"You're lying." He finally turned around to look at her. Even with her blurry vision, she could see blood and tears running down his cheeks. "Oh, God," she said, turning her head away. She could feel her own tears in her eyes. She knew by Gibbs look it was serious. "Am I gonna die?"

Gibbs didn't answer. He didn't know how to answer. Instead, he looked towards the car. "Do you have your cell phone?" When she didn't answer, he looked back at her. She had one hand on her stomach and the other over her eyes. He could see her body shaking. "Abby," he scooted across the ground to get closer to her head. "I know it seems bad right now, but I need you here with me." She sobbed and Gibbs gently took a hold of her hand, moving it away from her face. "If you want to get out of here, I need you to focus."

"I'm not going to make it out of here," she said, barely audible.

It broke Gibbs' heart because he knew there was a chance she was right. They heard some rustling of leaves and breaking branches coming from near the road. He looked towards it, but couldn't see much of anything but a shadow. "Hello?" he called out, causing Abby to try to look in the same direction. There was no answer back. His eyes finally adjusted as the shadow approached the car. It was the deer. It had reached the bottom and stood a few yards away from them, slightly visible in the glow from the headlights.

"She's beautiful," Abby said, staring at the creature. The deer laid down on the ground and continued to watch Abby and Gibbs. "I'm glad you didn't hit her."

"Your cell phone?" Gibbs asked again.

"It was in my bag. I charged it before I left. It should be full battery." She continued to stare at the deer. She appeared to be more calm having something to focus on. Gibbs made a move towards the car. "As long as it isn't broken," she added.

Gibbs got onto his stomach and pulled himself back towards the car. Looking inside, he saw her bag tossed into the backseat. It was just out of his reach. Moving closer, he was able to hook his fingers around the strap. He unzipped the bag and found her cell. Opening it up, he was thankful to see it still working. Only problem was, he had no signal. He looked all around the front and back for his phone, but couldn't find it. It had been sitting in one of the center cup holders. With all the thrashing around, he was fairly certain it was no longer there. Double checking to be sure, he found he was correct.

He crawled his way back to her and collapsed. He took a few deep breaths and then rolled over onto his back right next to her. He was still panting, clutching her bag. "Are you alright?" she asked, finally turning her head to look at him.

He had his eyes closed and was trying to catch his breath. "A little nauseous." Once he felt it had passed, he opened his eyes and looked to her. She was still looking at him. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore. Cold. Tired." Her eyes followed the trail of blood up his cheek to his head where the big gash was. "What other injuries do you have?"

"Its not important."

"It is," she said. "At least distract me. Did you break anything?"

"Left leg and wrist. Bump to the head."

"That's more than a bump."

"And you?"

"I think I hit my head. It really hurts. So does my arm and my stomach. I must have some internal bleeding." Gibbs closed his eyes again. "Look at me," she said. He did. "You can't fall asleep. You won't wake up."

I don't think I want to, he thought. He brought her bag up and laid it on his chest. Feeling around inside he found her phone. "Still no signal." He tried dialing 911 anyway, but it wouldn't connect. He turned his head, which hurt his neck like hell, to look up towards the road. He couldn't really see it. He wasn't sure how far up it was. "I'm going to go up to the road. See if I can flag someone down."

"Your leg is broken."

"I can still do it."

"No one drives down here, remember?"

"You're supposed to be the optimist."

"I'm not feeling very optimistic. Just cold."

Gibbs looked towards the car. The headlights were shining onto a tree. Figuring it was better than nothing, he sat up. "Come on. We're moving."

"I don't want to move. I can't."

"You can and I'm going to help you." He turned to face her so his back was towards the tree. "I need you to use your legs to help push us along. This may hurt a bit." He helped get her into a position in front of him. He wrapped his left arm around her chest and placed his right on the ground behind him. "You ready? We don't have far to go." His gaze caught onto the deer's still laying down in front of them.

Abby, who was also still looking at the deer, said "I'm as ready as I'll ever be." Together Gibbs used his arm behind him and his good leg to help pull Abby along while she used her legs to push them. They both groaned in pain as they made there way a few yards to the tree in front of the headlights. Once they reached it, Gibbs leaned against the tree and Abby lay her head in his lap. "It feels warmer here." Gibbs shrugged out of his sport coat and lay it across her. "Thanks."

The deer stood from her spot and walked towards them. She stopped only 10 feet from where they were and laid in front of them again. "This is your fault, you know?" Gibbs said to the deer.

"What?" Abby asked.

"Not you. Her."

"She's a helpless animal. Leave her be." Abby was still speaking in a hushed tone. Gibbs tilted his head back against the tree. Soon , he felt Abby moving around. Be fore he got a chance to tell her to stay still, she said, "I need to be close to you." She slowly moved herself so she was laying across his lap on her right side, her arm was bent up over her chest to avoid laying on it.

"I'm going up," Gibbs said, stroking her left arm. "I need to find us some help."

"You won't be able to make it with a broken leg. I'll go up there."

"You aren't going anywhere. You've already lost…" Gibbs trailed off. He didn't want her to know how bad it was. He felt the tears in his eyes again as he thought of Abby bleeding out in his lap.

"Someone is much more likely to stop for a woman than a man. A hurt woman means she needs rescued. A hurt man means he is a serial killer. No one will see you lying on the ground." Gibbs gently hand his thumb across her cheek. If she went up there, she would never make it back down. At least lying here, she was alive. "Sometimes you are too easy to read."

"How is that?"

"You think I'm gonna die."