Chapter 5 is up!!! I'm sorry this is up a little later than I'd like, but I had to redo this, like, 3 times before I got it right! This is where Abby might survive, might not. This isn't very long, and I apologize, but I was just too tired to finish writing this. It's 4 in the morning right now, and I'm beat. Ah well. At least I don't have to do homework! ENJOY!!!

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The masked man dropped the pillow and fired off a few shots at Gibbs. Gibbs ducked, and when he looked back up, the man was gone, having dashed out of the windows. Gibbs swore, and looked out of the window with his gun, but saw that the masked man was gone already. He pulled out his cell and told security what had happened, and then holstered his gun. He quickly stepped to Abby's bedside, checking for a pulse but finding none.

The man had unhooked Abby's machines, so Gibbs yelled, "I need some help in here! She isn't breathing! I need help NOW!" Gibbs tried CPR, and when that didn't work, he whispered,

"I didn't want our next kiss to end up like this, Abbs!" With that being said, he pressed his lips to hers and tried mouth-to-mouth CPR. Soon, he felt a pulse beating in her neck, and Gibbs muttered,

"Thank God." He was shoved out of the room as nurses and doctors swarmed the room, calling out a bunch of medical terms that Ducky and Palmer would understand, but not himself. With a sigh he pulled out his cell and hit speed dial for Jenny.

"Shepard." Jenny answered, and Gibbs replied,

"Jenny, Abby was attacked in her room."

"Dang it." Jenny swore under her breath, and said, "How is she?"

"Fine, I think. The doctor's are still stabilizing her."

"All right. I'm sending the team over there to process the room. We still don't have a name."

"Do that. And tell them that I want a name by sundown, or I'll gladly settle for their asses."

"Calm down, Jethro, we're doing all that we can."

"Well, we need to do more." He snapped, and then took a deep breath and said through clenched teeth, "I want 2 agents outside of her room at all times, and one inside if one of us isn't visiting her." He hung up, not giving Jenny time to argue, though she was going to suggest 3 agents instead of just 2.

Gibbs sighed and sat in a chair in the waiting room, dropping his head into his hands. The doctor walked out, and Gibbs stood up. The doctor didn't question him, and said, "Miss Sciuto is recuperating well. She's asking for you." Gibbs was grateful that this was one of those doctors that only used a few words, instead of a million.

Without hesitation he strode to her room and paused, knocking a few times. Abby's voice called hoarsly, "You never knock, Gibbs."

Gibbs pushed the door open and shut it behind him, saying, 'Well, this is, different, Abbs." Abby nodded and struggled to sit up. He rushed to help her, but when he saw her frail look, he almost broke down right there. Instead, he brushed a trembling hand down her face and said in a whisper,

"I am so sorry, Abbs."

"You never apologize." Abby said, confused. Gibbs swallowed hard and said,

"Apologies between friends are acceptable. And to you, right now, I have to."

"But why? What are you sorry about?" She asked curiously, and he blinked once, saying,

"You almost died, Abby, and it was my fault, because I left."

"Gibbs, you had to catch the guy try to kill me. This is strike three, though, he's totally out!"

Gibbs almost couldn't believe how forgiving she was. He almost wanted her to yell at him and tell him that it was his fault, all his fault. Abby could see his eyes, and she gripped his hands in a vice-like grip and said firmly,

"Stop blaming yourself, Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Now. Or I will kick you out of here. This is blame-less room, no blaming allowed."

Gibbs twitched a smile and nodded, swallowing and shoving all of his emotions into a drawer in his mind and slamming it shut, locking it up tightly. He slipped his arm around Abby's shoulders and she laid her head on his shoulder. He pressed his lips to her temple, closing his eyes for a long moment.

"Guess what, Gibbs?"

"What?" He said against her skin, and she replied,

"I get to go home in a few days, if I'm good."

"Really?" Gibbs said, pulling back and Abby nodded. "Good, that's great, Abby." Gibbs said, brushing his lips with hers. She hummed for a moment, and then complained,

"But it's not fair, I can't play my music here!" Gibbs laughed, and Abby sighed, laying back and folding her arms.

For the next few days, Tony, Ziva and McGee followed up on useless leads and still didn't have a name, much to Gibbs fury and Jenny's chagrin. Gibbs, meanwhile, never left Abby's side, except when the nurse had to do something to her, or to use the bathroom, or to get food and coffee, along with some Caf-Pow, but usually Tony, Ziva, McGee, Jenny, Ducky and Palmer brought that when they came to visit.

On the third day, Abby was released, but absolutely refused to ride in a wheelchair. Gibbs forcibly picked her up and set her in the wheelchair, and she pouted the entire ride to Gibbs's car. She kept sulking on the ride to Gibbs's house, but when they got there, she perked up immediately at the sight of the entire team waiting for her on the lawn.

They were ready to have a welcome home party, and Abby leapt out of the car before Gibbs could even fully stop. He watched her throw her arms around Ducky's neck, and smiled to himself as one emotion wrenched it's way out of his locked box.

Love. For Abby.

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I know this chapter wasn't that long, but I wanted to get it up before I overran my own deadline! So thanks for reading, and I hope you liked it, even though it was mostly fluff at the end, and this is supposed to be an angsty fic! Ah well. Adios for now!!!