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A/N: FINALLY! Guys, I am so sorry this took way too long. My laptop died again. But, this is that last chapter, and I thank everyone for their patience and feedback. You guys rock!

Abby stood in front of McGee's hospital door, fiddling her hands nervously. Several equally strong yet opposing emotions were doing battle in her mind. Abby was so relieved and thrilled that her Tim was awake and well; but at the same time, her breakdown in front of Gibbs still was affecting her. She was afraid that the vivid flashbacks would strike once again as soon as she stepped into the room.

Her head snapped up and Abby mentally kicked herself. What was she doing? The one man whom Abby loved more than anything else in the world was alive and twelve feet away, and she was really having second thought about going through that door? Abby quickly glanced down both way of the hall to make sure no one, especially Gibbs, could see her. Finding none, Abby raised her un-casted hand behind her head and brought it forward in a self-done Gibbs slap.

Resolved, Abby placed a hand on the door handle and walked into the room. She was greatly surprised to see that McGee was sitting up in his bed. He had an IV demerol drip in his arm and was visibly groggy, his head slightly tilted forward and his eyes closed.

"Tim," Abby whispered happily, her face split in a large grin.

Abby rushed to McGee's side, took seat on the edge of his bed, and reached for his hand. McGee reacted to the touch and he gave a weary grin when he realized he was staring into the eyes of the love of his life.

"Oh, my God," McGee whispered, leaning forward and embracing Abby so tight that he didn't want to dare let go. "You're alive."

Abby held on to him, being careful of his injured ribs. Every memory haunting her consciousness was erased the moment she laid eyes on her McGee, and felt his soft, warm embrace around her body. He was hurt, but he was alive, and he would soon heal back to perfect health. Their life together could continue. Abby pulled back and smiled sadly when she saw tears in McGee's eyes.

"When Jonathan took you away," McGee said, cupping her face as if to prove to himself that she was really there, "I just knew that I would never see you come back through that door alive if I didn't stop him. And when I couldn't save you—God honey, what did they do you? What happened?"

"Shh, Tim, I'm okay," Abby hushed. "I don't remember much—just random, vivid flashes—but, um, all they did was pin me to the floor and yell out the window at Tony. They didn't hurt me again."

"Thank God."

Abby's voice started to break as she continued, "I just remember being so scared when they pulled me out of that room, and you were left in there with Jonathan." Her eyes filled with tears and they fell down her face. "I could hear him in there. I could hear him hitting you, and I couldn't do anything about it. I saw you on the floor when Jonathan came out, and I swear to God Tim, I thought you were dead."

Abby then dissolved into tears and McGee pulled her into him, letting her cry on his shoulder while he petted her hair. Abby's breathing regulated, and she pulled back to wipe away the tears from her face.

"Come here, sweetie," McGee said quietly, gently scooting himself up against the side rails of the hospital bed.

Abby smiled tearfully and she carefully slipped into the bed beside him, happy to feel his arms wrapping around her and holding her tight. She laid her head on his shoulder and sighed contentedly. They both sat there, lost in each other's reflective thought, more than happy to just remain in each other's company.

There was a quiet knock at the door and the doctor walked into the room. He was Abby's doctor was well and they both shared a smile of recognition when they saw each other.

"You're out of bed, I see," the doctor said to Abby, a playful scold in his voice.

Abby looked deliberately about her surroundings. "Not technically, doc," she said with a smirk.

"And how's our patient doing?" he asked, walking to McGee's side of the bed.

"I'm doing okay," McGee said drowsily.

The doctor smiled genially and then proceeded to examine McGee's injuries, his IV, and his vitals.

"Well, Agent McGee," he said cheerfully, "your blood pressure is still a little too low for my liking, but you're showing great improvement, so I'm confident that it wont be a problem. I'm going to keep you on the demerol IV for now until you're able to go on the pain pills."

"How long do you think we're going to have to stay here?" Abby asked.

"Hard to say Abby," he replied. "We're definitely keeping the both of you overnight for more observations and treatment, but we'll see afterwards if you'll need to stay longer."

Abby nodded and leaned her head back against McGee's pillow. The doctor left the room and Abby and Tim both leaned comfortably into each other.

"Abs?" Tim croaked groggily.

"Yeah?" Abby replied, her mouth curling to the tiniest smile at his voice.

"Are you going to stay here with me?"

Abby turned her head slightly and kissed McGee's shoulder. "Of course, baby."

McGee sighed sleepily. "Good. I don't want you to leave me ever again."

"Here," Abby whispered, scooting herself to the side of the bed to get off, "I'll let you have the bed."

"No, no," McGee cried, grasping her wrist gently. "Stay right here. Please."

"Okay, Tim," Abby said, lying back down beside him. "I'll stay."

Abby reached her good hand over across her and took gentle hold of McGee's. She could feel all the tension in his body leave as sleep began to overcome him. Abby pulled the blanket up to cover the both of them, tucking a corner in slightly under his arm, then replaced her head on his shoulder.

"Abs…" McGee mumbled. "I love you."

Abby smiled. She loved it when he said that, and for a while, she thought she'd never hear it again.

"I love you too Tim."

Abby closed her eyes and she felt McGee's steady breaths as he drifted back to sleep. Amidst the pain and discomfort of her injuries, Abby had never felt happier. Things were getting back to normal. She closed her eyes, and Abby soon fell asleep, comfortably nestled in the arms of her Tim. All was well with the world.

THE END...thanks again