Tony met Gibbs in the bullpen, "What's going on, Boss? I left the other agents back at the house to keep looking, but it sounded urgent…" He looked around, "Where's Ziva?"

"She's in with Donna."

"I thought we agreed that that was pointless."

"She's with Donna… alone."

It took a moment, but Tony understood, "Oh, I see… Like, no video, no witnesses, no... anything."

"You got it."

"How long has she been in there for?"

"Ten minutes."

"Wow. Donna must be tougher than we thought."

Gibbs smirked, "Yeah."

"How long do you think it'll ta-"

"I have the information we need," Ziva interrupted as she rushed into the squadroom.

They all went to their desks and grabbed their gear, then headed for the elevator.

"Where is it?" Tony asked.

"It is at an abandoned truck stop about two hours from here. I know where it is, I will drive."

Neither Tony or Gibbs protested. If anyone could get them there quickly, it was her.

"Stay awake… Abby," Tim said as he lightly smacked her arm. He could tell when she was starting to fall asleep.

"It's… hot," She replied.

"I know."

"I'm… tired."

"I know, Abby… but we have… to…" His voice trailed off as he got lost in thought. Thinking clearly was becoming more and more difficult.

Ziva sighed, "How long has it been?"

Tony looked at his watch, "Half hour."

"It is taking too long!" She replied.

"You said we were two hours from the place, you've still got more than half your time to go… Plus that leaves about three hours over the twelve hours you said we have."

Ziva shook her head, "I have a bad feeling about this."

"You think she lied?" Gibbs asked.

"No, she did not lie, of that I am sure."

Tony leaned forward from his seat in the back, "What's the bad feeling then?"

"I do not think we have that much time."

"Well, how much time do you think we have?" Gibbs asked.

"Not enough," She replied, stepping down harder on the gas pedal.

'This is it,' Tim thought, 'I'm not gonna have another chance.'

"Abby?"

"Hm?"

"I need… to tell… you something."

"What?"

Tim opened his eyes, but they didn't stay open long, "I… have always… loved you."

If Abby had had the strength, she would have lifted her head so she could look at him, but she couldn't, "What?"

"I… love you… as more than… a friend."

Abby's eyes filled with tears. She had felt that same way for so long, but she had been terrified to tell him, "I… love you, too."

Tim was shocked, to say the least, "Really?"

"Really."

Through his exhaustion, Tim managed to smile. It sucked that the best moment of his life, was also his worst… and possibly last.

"Timmy?"

Tim held onto her tighter, "Yeah?"

Abby took a gasping breath in, "Can I… go to sleep… now?"

Tears fell from Tim's eyes, "Yes. You can go to sleep… We both can."

"Okay."

"How much longer?" Tony asked nervously.

"We are not far away," Ziva replied as she swerved in and out of traffic, "It is just off of the next exit."

Gibbs looked over at the speedometer and saw that Ziva was going over one hundred miles per hour… She was going so fast, yet all he kept thinking was, 'Go faster! Go faster!'

Ziva turned at the exit and headed straight for the truck stop. Gibbs had called for the paramedics to meet them there, hoping they'd get there before and get the two youngest members of his "family" out.

As Ziva made a sharp turn into the truck stop area, Gibbs and Tony both looked around. No ambulance. They were the first ones there.

"I see the truck!" Ziva called out.

She drove up to it, slammed on the breaks, and put the car in park. She didn't bother to take the keys out of the ignition.

They all got out of the car as quickly as possible and ran up to the truck.

Gibbs pulled the latch back, then pushed the door up. At the other end of the truck they saw two still bodies…

"Oh my God," Tony said in shock as he stared at two of his friends.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion as they jumped into the truck and ran over to Abby and Tim.

Ziva checked for a pulse on Abby, "She is breathing, Gibbs! Just barely, but she's breathing!"

"Get her out of here!"

Tony went to Tim and knelt beside him. He checked for a pulse and his heart dropped, "Boss!" He yelled, "Tim's not breathing!"

*Gasp* Did I kill Tim? I couldn't!... Could I? Hmmm... I'm evil aren't I? You know what's even worse than me? Finding out that you have graduation rehearsal on the same night that the NCIS finale airs! I mean, I have DirecTV, so I can record it... but still! I'd much rather be watching NCIS then sitting around for three hours going over graduation crap! URGH!

Anyway, hope you enjoyed the chapter :) Let me know!