As they walked into Tim's room they slowed down, shocked by the sight.

He looked so helpless lying there, a big machine breathing for him.

The three agents stood around his bed, staring at him in silence.

Tony cleared his throat, "Hey, Probie," He began, breaking the silence, "What's up?"

Gibbs reached across the bed and smacked Tony's head.

"Thank you, Boss."

Again, they stood in silence.

Gibbs took a deep breath. He couldn't keep looking at his youngest agent like this, "I need coffee," He said as he walked around the bed and left out of the room.

Ziva took Tim's hand in hers, "Get better, Tim. We all want you to wake up and get better." She could feel her emotions starting to take over, so she quickly excused herself from the room.

Now it was just Tony and Tim.

Tony turned to make sure no one was around, then he walked up closer to Tim.

"Hey, McGoo. Zee's right, you know. We all want you to get better… The doctor said Abby's gonna be fine, so that's good news." Tony stopped to look back again, and make sure he was still alone, "Gibbs gave you CPR. I'll have to remember that for when you wake up, so I can joke you about practically making out with him," He grimaced at the thought, "Or maybe I'll just let that one go… Anyway, Probster, wake up soon. I hate seein' that tube down your throat… By the way, if you ever tell anyone I talked to you this much, without saying something blatantly offensive, I'll shoot you." Tony sighed and took one last look at Tim, "Later, McGee," He said before walking out of the room, just as Ducky walked in.

Gibbs didn't want coffee. He was practically swimming in it already. He was going to go check on Abby…

He had to go back to a completely different section of the hospital, "This is ridiculous," He mumbled as he made his way through the maze they called a hospital.

Instead of going to Abby's room, he went to the front desk.

"How may I help you, Sir?" A young nurse asked.

"I need to talk to someone about moving a family member to another room."

"Hold on one moment."

The young lady disappeared, then returned with an older, tougher looking nurse, "Sheila will help you."

"What can I do for you today?" Sheila asked.

"I want my daughter moved into my son's room."

"What's your name, Sir?"

"Leroy Jethro Gibbs."

"And what are your children's names?"

"Abby Sciuto and Timothy McGee."

She eyed him suspiciously, wondering why neither child had his last name, "Hold on. I gotta look in the computers."

As she walked away, Ziva walked up, "What are you doing, Gibbs?"

"Getting Abby moved to Tim's room."

"You can do that? They are in different sections of the hospital."

"I know."

The nurse returned, "We can't move Miss Sciuto into Mr. McGee's room-"

"Agent McGee," Ziva corrected.

Gibbs sighed, "McGee has an extra bed in his room. It's not being used, so why not use it?"

Sheila crossed her arms. She had some questions that she needed answered, "You said you're their father?"

He nodded, "Yes."

"How come neither of them have your last name then? It doesn't show Miss Sciuto as having a spouse in her file, so she's not married."

"They didn't like Gibbs," He replied with a blank stare.

She gave him a "yeah, right" look and decided to ask another question… which she would soon regret, "So Miss Sciuto and Agent McGee are brother and sister?"

Gibbs shook his head, "Not by blood. In fact, I'm pretty sure they've slept together on more than one occasion."

Sheila's eyes widened. She was a tough woman, who had always stood her ground, but this was all too weird for her. "I'll, um, I'll see what I can do," She replied before walking away.

Gibbs turned to Ziva and smirked, "Sometimes it's easier to just play with their heads."

Ziva smiled, "And funner."

...Within half an hour, Abby was moved to Tim's room.

Gibbs sat in a chair, between Tim and Abby's bed, facing away from the door. Abby was to his right, and Tim to his left.

He had sent the rest of the team back to work. Even though they didn't want to go, they agreed once he brought up finding the other two women. They wanted to find Brittany and Gina now more than ever.

Gibbs kept looking back and forth between Tim and Abby, waiting for movement from either one. He didn't really expect Tim to wake up, not right now, but he wasn't going to leave until he at least had the chance to talk to Abby.

For three hours he sat, waiting. Then Abby's eyes began to open.

Gibbs quickly got up out of his chair, pulled the separator so she wouldn't see Tim right when she woke up, and stood beside her. He rubbed her arm, "Hey, Abbs," He said as she opened and closed her eyes.

Her eyebrows furrowed, "G- Gibbs?"

"Yeah, it's me."

She opened her eyes again, blinking repeatedly to get rid of the fuzziness, "Am I dead?" She asked, her voice dry and raspy.

He smiled, "No, you're not dead."

"How?"

"Ziva got the information we needed from one of the women who kidnapped you."

"You… you found us?"

"Yeah, we did. You're in the hospital."

She was starting to become more alert now, "Thirsty."

Gibbs got a cup of ice chips off of the tray beside her, "Here you go," He said, handing her the cup, "Just one at a time."

She nodded and put a piece of ice in her mouth. After a moment, her eyes suddenly widened, "Tim!" She exclaimed, sitting up a little more and looking around, "Where's Tim?"

"Calm down, Abby."

Tears started to form in her eyes, "Where is he? He's not dead is he? No, he can't be!"

"Abby! He's not dead."

She sighed in relief, then rested back against her pillow, "Where is he?"

"Right on the other side of the curtain," Gibbs replied.

"He's right over there?" She asked, pointing to the pulled curtain.

"Yeah."

She smiled, "Well move the curtain so I can see him! Is he awake or is he still asleep? Is he-"

Gibbs sat down beside Abby on her bed, then took her hand in his, "Abby…"

Her smiled disappeared, "What is it, Gibbs?"

"He's in a coma, Abbs. And he's on a ventilator."

She shook her head and the tears returned, "No. No, Gibbs! Let me- Let me see him!"

"Abby, I don't think that's a good idea."

"I don't care! I want to see him!"

Gibbs sighed, knowing he'd never win that argument. He got up and pulled back the curtain.

The sight made her begin to cry immediately, "Timmy."

Gibbs returned to Abby's side, "He's not dead, Abby. He'll be okay."

"You don't know that," She replied, never looking away from Tim.

"Yes, I do. He's a fighter. He knows none of us would forgive him if he died. He'll be okay."

Abby took a deep breath, something she hadn't been able to do for a long time, "I'm… I'm a little tired. I think I'm gonna go back to sleep."

"You sure?"

She nodded, "Yeah. Thanks… thanks for being here when I woke up Gibbs," She said, smiling as tears still rolled down her cheeks.

He bent down and kissed her forehead, "I'll be back later, okay?"

"Okay."

Gibbs left out of the room, taking one last look back at his two co-workers, that were really so much more than just co-workers to him.

Once Abby knew Gibbs was gone, she slowly swung her legs around her bed so she was sitting up, facing Tim. She held onto her IV stand as she stood up, her legs feeling like jelly. She took a hold of the chair that Gibbs was sitting in earlier and pushed it closer to Tim's bed, then sat down.

She took a hold of Tim's hand, holding onto it tightly. "Hey, Timmy," She began, smiling to hide her sadness, "We're safe now, so you can- you can wake up now… I mean, you can't… you can't leave me. Not right after you tell me how you feel about me… and I tell you how I really feel about you. You know how hard doing that is for me." The smile left her face. She bent down and kissed the top of Tim's hand, "Come on, Timmy, wake up," She said, tears starting to fall again, "I love you."

I know I say this every time I have a hospital chapter, but: I hate writing hospital chapters! haha It irks me to no end.

Anyway, hope you guys liked it :)