Here's the final chapter! Please excuse my lameness for ending it so soon but I could not think of any way to make it go one longer. Sorry. :P

Nurses stood aside in the halls of the hospital. They had seen this Goth many times before and knew better than to interrupt her when she was on a mission. Right now she looked very frazzled, which was a good hint that she would run over anybody in her way.

"Timothy McGee," Abby basically crashed into the nurse's station.

"Uh…room 231," the nurse pointed down the hallway.

"Thanks," Abby nodded before taking off towards the room. She feared what was going to be on the other side as she gently pushed open the door.

Gibbs and the team had been rescued off the ship by a helicopter they managed to call in. When she first heard this she had been excited to see them again. That was when she had gotten the bad news. Tim was in critical condition, his heart having stopped twice. He was on a one way course to the hospital. Abby had practically run out of her lab, just about running over Palmer and Director Vance in the process. There had been heavy traffic, seeing as it had been five o'clock and all the people at work were trying to get home. She did not know whether or not her horn would work again for she had wailed on it so much trying to get to the hospital so fast. She had also received quite a few birdies which she returned. All in all, it had taken nearly three hours to get there.

Now as she walked into the room she saw Gibbs, Tony, and Ziva sitting in chairs around the bed Tim was on. Tony's head was tilted back and he was snoring slightly while Ziva stood up to greet her.

"Oh Ziva, I was so worried about you guys," Abby hugged her tight.

"We are fine now, Abby," Ziva said soothingly.

"Gibbs!" Abby turned to him. He held up a finger to his lips, nodding to Tim who was sleeping. "Sorry. I missed you so much and I was so worried about you!"

"I missed you too, Abs," Gibbs stood to give her a hug, which she gratefully accepted.

"What, I don't get a hug?" Tony roused from his partial sleep, standing and stretching. "I hate sleeping in hospital chairs."

"Tony!" Abby wrapped her arms around him and squeezed. "I can't believe this happened."

She turned to Tim, sitting on the edge of his bed. The color had returned to his face and his heart was beating normally again, to which all of them were thankful for. She slipped her hand in his limp one, gently rubbing her thumb across his knuckles.

"What did you tell the doctors when they asked what happened?" Abby inquired as she glanced at the other agents.

"We said they were transporting a lion illegal and it got loose," Tony shrugged his shoulders.

"A lion was your excuse?" she perked a brow in question. "That's totally lame, guys."

"Did you want us to tell them it was a biological weapon in the form of a dinosaur brought back to life?" Tony smirked as the Goth contemplated this.

"Good point," Abby nodded. "I still don't believe it myself."

"Here's some proof," Gibbs took her hand and set a serrated, white object in it.

"Is this a tooth?" Abby looked up, her voice raising an octave.

"Yeah," Gibbs stood up from the chair and walked towards the door. "I'm going to go get some coffee."

"How'd he get this?" Abby peered at the tooth, carefully examining it in her hands.

"When he killed it, he shot it right in the mouth," Ziva explained. "A few of its teeth came out and I guess he was thinking of you."

"This is so cool!" Abby smiled but it faded quickly. "Is this what hurt Tim?"

"No," Tony shook his head. "It was that scythe-like claw on the creature's foot."

"Ouch," Abby cringed.

"I'm going to go with Gibbs," Tony yawned, following his boss out the door with Ziva right behind him.

Abby kept turning the tooth over in her hands, staring in wonder. This was so cool yet at the same time so sad. Tim had nearly died from the creature attacking him. That made her mad and sad at the same time. She was mad that something had tried to kill her best friend and sad that he had nearly been killed.

"Oh Timmy, why did you have to go off and get yourself almost killed?" Abby asked aloud, still gazing at the pearly tooth in front of her face.

"Because it's my job."

Abby jumped, surprised by the quiet yet calming voice. She turned around and saw Tim looking at her with his blue eyes. He smirked a little at her surprised face. Then she practically fell on top of him.

"Ah, be careful," Tim scooted over, making sure he did not reopen his stitch wounds.

"Sorry, but I was so worried about you!" Abby wiped a tear away from her eye, effectively smudging her black makeup.

"I know," Tim murmured and placed a hand on top of her head as she laid it on his chest. "I'm okay now."

"I'm so happy that you are," Abby sniffled.

"Shhh, I'm okay Abby," Tim stroked her soft, black hair that had fallen from her pigtails. "It's okay. I'm here with you now, and I always will be."

Gibbs halted in the hallway as he was approached by Director Vance. He leaned against one of the whitewashed walls of the hospital, chewing on his ever present toothpick.

"I'll need the full story," he said simply.

"Yeah, I know," Gibbs sipped on his steaming coffee.

"I got a call from the teams that were securing the Black raptor," Vance stated, pulling the toothpick from his lips.

"And?" Gibbs immediately sensed in his gut that something was wrong.

"They found no trace of a creature onboard the ship, save for the bodies," he replied.

"What about the backpacks with the eggs in them?" Gibbs questioned, his blood pressure rising. "We told your teams where to find them."

"They found the backpacks," Vance reassured, holding up his hands. "But the eggs were gone. Both of them."

"And the creature's gone too?" Gibbs sighed, rubbing his tired eyes.

"Yep," Vance stuck the toothpick back in between his teeth. "Looks like someone else beat us there."

So, what did you think of my ending? If I get enough positive feedback I may make a sequel...