Gibbs rushed over, "Lay him down flat!" He yelled.

Tony helped Gibbs lay Tim all the way down.

"Go help Ziva," Gibbs told Tony as he began to do chest compressions on Tim.

"What?" Tony asked in shock.

"Go help Ziva! Get Abby out of here now!"

As Gibbs gave Tim CPR, Tony turned around to help Ziva. He forced himself to go into full agent mode, and not to think about the man, who was like his little brother, lying there, practically dead.

"Grab her legs, I will get under her arms," Ziva began, "On three we lift!"

She counted to three and they lifted her, then carried her out of the semi, and laid her on the ground outside.

"Come on, Tim! Come on!" Gibbs yelled, forgetting the rest of the world around him.

Gibbs continued with the CPR for what seemed like a lifetime, but in reality was only a couple of minutes, when Tim let out one gasping breath. He didn't wake up, didn't even move… just one breath.

"Tony get in here!" Gibbs yelled.

Tony was back in the semi within seconds

"I've got a pulse, but I don't know how long it's gonna last. Where's the ambulance?"

"I hear the sirens!" Ziva yelled.

"Help me get him out, DiNozzo."

Just like with Abby, Tony lifted Tim by his legs, while Gibbs took him up under his arms.

They laid him on the ground beside Abby as two ambulances pulled up.

The paramedics came out of both ambulances quickly, one team running to Tim, and the other team running to Abby.

After giving the paramedics all of Tim and Abby's medical information, Gibbs, Ziva, and Tony decided who would go with who in the ambulance, and who would drive the car.

In the end, Gibbs went with Abby, Tony went with Tim, and Ziva drove the car.

Ducky and Jimmy met the rest of the team at the hospital, and then they all had to wait. Ziva paced. Tony kept to himself, not wanting to be bothered. Gibbs kept leaving to get coffee. Jimmy sat quietly. And Ducky kept going back and forth to everyone, trying to comfort them and tell them it would all be okay.

"Jethro, I think you need to talk to Anthony," Ducky said as he sat down beside Gibbs, who was downing his sixth cup of coffee.

Gibbs looked over to Tony, who was sitting at the other side of the waiting room, staring down at the ground.

"Why?" Gibbs asked.

"Because I have already tried, and he will not speak to me. Something is bothering him-"

"It's the same thing that's bothering all of us, Duck."

"No, it is not. I can tell. It is something more."

"Why do you think he would tell me about it?"

"Because, Jethro, you are like a father to him… And you have a way with words."

Gibbs looked over at Ducky and smirked, then, without another word, he got up and walked over to Tony.

He sat down beside the younger agent and, at first, said nothing.

"What's wrong?" Gibbs asked after a moment.

Tony looked over at him, eyebrows raised, "Are you serious?"

"Does it look like I'm kidding?" He leaned in a little closer to Tony, "You have a way of holding everything in until you explode. Don't do that now."

Tony sighed and rubbed his eyes, "I just keep thinkin'… What if we hadn't gotten there when we did? Just a couple of minutes later and they would have been… They both would have been…" He couldn't finish the sentence, so Gibbs did it for him.

"Dead."

Tony nodded, "And Probie… The whole way to the hospital he would… he would stop breathing on his own. He still might not make it."

"He will," Gibbs replied quickly, "He doesn't have permission to die."

"Gibbs, we thought we still had three hours left. What if we wouldn't have gotten there for another three hours?"

"But, we didn't, Tony. We got there in time. That's all that matters. The "what if's", they don't matter."

Tony took a deep breath and nodded.

Just then a doctor entered the waiting room, "Family of Abigail Sciuto."

Everyone jumped up.

"You are all related to Miss Sciuto?"

"Yes," They all answered without hesitation.

He nodded, "Alright. She is asleep right now, and probably will be for a while. We put an IV in to take care of the dehydration, but otherwise she is fine. She will make a full recovery."

They all felt a sense of relief, but not complete relief.

"What about Timothy McGee?" Ducky asked.

"He's not one of my patients. You'll have to wait for his doctor."

"Can we see Abby?" Ziva asked.

"Well, like I said before, she is asleep, but you can sit with her if you want."

"Jimmy," Gibbs began as he turned towards the young man.

"Yes?"

"Go sit with Abby."

He looked surprised, as did everyone else, "Wh- what?"

"We need to wait to hear about Tim, but I don't want her to be alone. Go sit with her, and I'll let you know when we have any news on McGee."

Jimmy nodded, "Yes, Sir- Gibbs! I meant Gibbs."

"I take you to her," The doctor said, "And if any of you have any questions for me, just tell the nurses and they'll come get me."

With that, he and Jimmy walked off.

They waited thirty minutes before another doctor came into the waiting room.

"Family of Timothy McGee."

Again, they all jumped up.

"That's us," Gibbs said, again, no hesitation.

"I have Mr.-"

"Agent," Tony corrected.

"Yes, of course. I have Agent McGee on an IV for his dehydration," He began, then paused.

"What's the bad news?" Gibbs asked. He could tell the doctor was hesitating.

"Agent McGee is in a comatose state. And when he came in, he was going back and forth, sometimes breathing on his own, and sometimes not, so I had to place him on a ventilator."

All of their hearts dropped. There were deep breaths heard around the room as they all tried to take in the information.

"What does this mean?" Gibbs asked, keeping a straight face, even though he was falling apart inside.

"Right now, it's a waiting game-"

"What are his chances?" Tony asked, not wanting to beat around the bush.

"Fifty fifty. You can go in and sit with him if you'd like. They say not to have more than two people in the room at a time, but, if you all go in, I won't tell. You should talk to him. Some people don't believe it helps, but I do. If you have any questions, just let me know. And just tell the nurses at the desk when you want to see him, they can tell you where his room is."

They all stood silently for a moment as the doctor left.

Ducky cleared his throat, "I will go inform Mr. Palmer about Timothy's condition."

"We'll be in Tim's room, Duck."

Ducky nodded, "I shall be there once I am done."

Ducky left and again all was quiet.

After a few more seconds, Gibbs took a deep breath, "Let's go."

So, it's Tuesday... but who cares when NCIS doesn't come on, right? At least next week we get a promo!

I have a song stuck in my head. It's called Generator (First Floor) by Freelance Whales. Good song.

Anyway, thank you all for the many reviews! We got to the triple digit mark! WOOT! Thank you soooo much! Big Abby hugs for all of you :)