Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS, or the characters, and probably never will.

AN: I have no medical knowledge, just way too much time to search the internet.

OMG! So sorry for the massive wait! I got complete writer's block on this fic, but now to make up for it, here's a double update.

Enjoy!

"Gibbs?! Where is Ziva? She is alright, isn't she?" Tony demands worriedly when Gibbs doesn't answer him. He briefly tries to get out of the bed, but he is quickly reminded of his new disability, and slams hand against the mattress before repeating. "Where is Ziva?"

Gibbs moves slowly back over towards Tony, and sighs as he tells Tony. "Ziva got pretty banged up in the crash, but it's not that... Tony, she thought the accident was her fault, we don't really know what happened yet, but... she tried to kill herself a couple of days ago, she hung herself."

Tony is shocked. Ziva?! No way, she'd never do that! Even if she did run the light, that truck was going too fast, we all saw it. It wasn't her fault! "Tried?!"

"A nurse found her, they had to operate, and then she tried again, but she's stable now and it's going to be a long recovery but she should be alright, with time."

Tony relaxes back against the bed, he is terrified about Ziva, but still hearing that for the moment she is alright is good enough for him.

Tim's funeral is being held at a small funeral home just outside the city. Gibbs arrives barely minutes before the service, but he still has enough time to speak to Tim's parents, who are standing outside the entrance of the chapel.

"Thank you for coming, Agent Gibbs. I know Tim always thought very highly of you." Tim's father politely greets Gibbs, all the while keeping a comforting arm around his sobbing wife.

"I'm so sorry for your loss. Tim was a great agent, it was good to work with him, he'll be missed." Gibbs says somberly before excusing himself to go check on Abby, who is sitting on the church stairs, weeping uncontrollably.

As Gibbs reaches Abby, he sits down beside her, and gently wraps his arm around her. There are no words, what can you really say at a time like this.

After several minutes of watching people file into the chapel, Abby tells Gibbs. "I can't go in there, Gibbs. I... I just can't do it. Seeing him, seeing Timmy lying in that coffin, it'll take away my last little bit of hope that this is all a nightmare that I will wake up from and our lives will be back to normal."

"Oh Abby." Gibbs says softly as he pulls her closer to him.

"First Kate, now Tim, and Tony and Ziva aren't safe yet, I can't do this." Abby cries, her words strike Gibbs deeply, he was the one Ari was trying to destroy by killing Kate, he saw Ziva taking the keys to the van from Tony, he had chuckled as Tim miserably climbed into the back of the van, he could've stopped them, right then and there, and this never would've happened.

Gibbs gently cups his hand under Abby's chin, and brings her face up so that he is looking her in the eyes, and though he doesn't believe it himself, he tells her. "We've got to do this, just hang in there for a couple of hours, and then we'll go back to the hospital. It'll be alright, Abby."

"No it won't." Abby says softly. Since the accident, Abby has been a mere shadow of the outgoing, bright, bubbly person everyone has always known. But she can still see the truth in Gibbs words, they have to do this, and so she shakily stands up and follows Gibbs into the crowded chapel.

They sit silently in the front row beside Tim's parents and Sarah, listening to the pastor's eulogy. Gibbs is completely tuned out, lost in his memories by the time the pastor says. "Timothy's colleague Leroy Gibbs will now say a few words."

There is a pause, everyone waiting on Gibbs, who doesn't move until Abby gives him a nudge, and in a tear roughened voice, she softly says. "You're up, Gibbs."

Gibbs offers Abby a small comforting smile, and wipes a tear off her face as he stands up to walk up to the podium. When he reaches the stand, he nods briefly in acknowledgment to the preacher before he looks out over the crowd, the chapel is filled well beyond capacity, he recognises some people, but there are many more he doesn't, and it is made even clearer to him just how much of an impact McGee made on the world and how many people are feeling the pain of his death.

He clears his throat slightly, hiding the evidence of his distress, and then begins his speech. He speaks of McGee's work at NCIS, he speaks of his kindness and friendships, his commitment to his family, but most importantly as his speech draws to a close, he directs his focus to McGee's family, and sincerely tells them. "Tim truly was a great person, and I for one know that our lives won't be the same without him." He then steps down from the podium, and as he returns to his seat, he pauses at the coffin, and places a hand on the timber surface as he says. "I'm sorry, Tim. I let you down, and I'm sorry."

After the funeral Gibbs, Abby, and Ducky opt not to go to the wake, deciding to go back to the hospital instead, McGee would understand. But to their barely contained shock, upon their return to the ICU, one of the nurses pulls them to the side before they can go into Tony's room. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but..."

"What?" Gibbs questions the young nurse he recognises as Tony's for this shift.

"There has been a complication with Tony. I believe the doctors have already spoken to you about the possibility of him developing rhabdomyolysis due to the crush injuries?"

Gibbs nods numbly. Surely she can't be saying what he thinks she saying. Hasn't Tony been through enough? Haven't they all?

There is a lengthy pause before the nurse continues. "His latest round of blood work shows that he's going into kidney failure. His doctor's put him on medications which will hopefully correct it, but in the mean time he's had to connect him to a dialysis machine to do the work of his kidneys."

They are silent for a moment before Ducky steps forward to ask. "Is this life threatening? How long until we can be sure that he is in the clear?"

"You'll really have to speak to his doctor-"

"Please." Ducky says softly, imploring the nurse to offer them something, some small measure of hope.

"It is potentially life threatening, especially in his already weakened condition. The next few days will be critical."

TBC...

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