The paramedics arrived just in time. They picked up the boy and whisked his away to the nearest children's hospital. Poor little Timmy was in critical condition. But, lucky for him, the doctors were good and fixed him up, right as rain.

The nice doctors fixed up his broken ribs and wrist, and stitched up his cuts, and made his burns all better, and gave him stuff to make it stop hurting. There was only one thing wrong: he wouldn't wake up. He kept his eyes shut tight.

The doctors were worried about him. The nurses were worried about him. Tony, Ziva and Kate were worried about him. Ducky, Jimmy and Abby were worried about him.

But Gibbs wasn't worried; He knew little Tim would wake up when he wanted to.

And he was right.

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Tony was sitting in the boy's hospital room. Director Shepard had ordered someone be stationed in his room at all times. If the fire hadn't been an accident, whoever might have started it might come after the boy. But everybody knew that wasn't the only reason. Jenny had also known the McGees. Like Gibbs, she had been good friends with them. She was coming in later to see the young child.

Tony closed his eyes, listening to the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor. He didn't think he was all that tired, but before he knew it, he was asleep.

X.X.X.X.X.X.X.X.X.X.X.X.X.X.X.X.X.

Tony was dreaming about baseball. At first he was just watching the game. Then the dream shifted. Now he was playing the game. He was doing pretty well, but suddenly, one of the other players got mad and started hitting him with the baseball bat. Tony tried to tell him to stop, but he wouldn't. He just hitting him in the head with the baseball bat.

Over and over and over.

In the dream, Tony tried to raise his arms to defend himself from the bat, but the bat seemed to pass through his arm, and kept hitting him in the head. It started raining. The raindrops were warm and wet and sticky on his face.

Suddenly, Tony woke up.

But he was still being hit on the head.

He was too shocked to move. One of the first things that he noticed was that he was missing his left shoe. He looked up, dazed, to see a little, five year old boy holding his shoe. The boy brought the shoe down on his face again, making his nose bleed. Blood dribbled out of his nose, and down his face; there was a nasty gash on his forehead. Tony blinked several times, and the shoe came down again.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

The boy gave no response. He brought down the shoe again, but Tony blocked it, taking the shoe from the boy.

"Why were you doing that?" Tony demanded.

Again, no response. The boy just folded his arms against his chest and glared at him with his emerald green eyes. The hate and anger that was in those eyes was incredible! And Tony didn't understand it.

"Answer me!" Tony shouted, feeling the blood run over his lips.

He answered him all right. The boy leaned over, took Tony's other shoe and started beating him again.

Tony reached forward and picked up the boy, trying to get him to stop. But the child made a huge fuss. He kicked and he punched and he bit and scratched, and he swung the cast on his left arm around, but never once did he speak. Never once did he make any sound at all. Tony had a struggle keeping him contained. The noise gripped the attention of Gibbs, Ziva, Abby, Ducky, Jenny and several of the nurses, who all came running it.

As soon as he saw them, the boy became hellbent on not only attacking Tony, but the others as well. He fought furiously, but after ten minutes, the doctors finally got the boy sedated and back in his bed.

"DiNozzo!" Gibbs yelled. "What the heck did you do?"

Tony turned to face his boss, blood running down his face. "Nothing, boss! The kid was trying to murder me in my sleep!"

Gibbs snorted. "Go get yourself fixed up. Then we'll talk,"

Tony nodded and left. Gibbs snorted again, then noticed Ducky.

Ducky kept looking at the boy and shaking his head.

Something was up.

Oh my gosh! What's wrong with little Timmy?