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The hospital.

Abby had hated hospitals since she was young: such a depressing place had never suited the cheery, Goth scientist. The cold, silent hallways, the nurses and doctors with their unreadable faces, checking on patients whose conditions were worse than the next. It was too quiet. Abby hated quiet. It always seemed to put a depressing feel on things. The Goth scientist sat in the visiting area on one of the cold, metal chairs lined up against the sterile-white walls. There was the beeping of heart machines, families gathered in small huddles waiting for news of the condition of their loved ones. Abby cringed every time she heard the wails of grief when the worst happened, or when the families realized it had been too long since they heard what has happened to their loved one.

Tears were silently streaming down her face, the same tears that hadn't stopped since they had found Tony. It was still hard for her to believe that something like this had happened to him. Why Tony? He never did anything to those horrible people. Tony was the nicest guy she knew and was like a brother to her.

She didn't bother to wipe away the tears on her face as she tore her gaze away from her feet and glanced around for the rest of her team, or as she liked to refer them as, her family. McGee paced the length of the chairs in front of her, mumbling incoherently under his breath. His fingers were running though his hair in frustration and worry, although Abby didn't blame him. She squeezed her hippo and sniffed as it made one of its prerecorded noises. They had been here for what felt like forever, but Abby knew it couldn't have been very long.

It was times like these when Abby wished Kate was here. She was always strong in times like these, offering her comfort, unlike the Mossad agent sitting next to her. It made the Goth forensic scientist feel bad comparing Ziva to Kate, but she couldn't help it. Ziva David was just sitting in the chair stiffly next to her, eyes blank but slightly misted with unshed tears. She didn't say or do anything, or offer any words of comfort. Abby knew Kate would have. Kate would have joked about how juvenile Tony was and how that had somehow managed to get him into the situation. She knew Kate would tease Tony about everything and anything, try and make a movie reference only to have Tony correct her.

Abby sniffed and wiped her face with the back of her hands. No. She had to stop thinking like this. Tony would be okay. Yeah, sure, he freaked out when he first woke up and saw them but the doctors expected it. So did Abby. But nothing would've prepared her for what she saw when she looked in his eyes. She shivered, tears coming faster at the memory. His eyes, sunken into his eye sockets with deep black circles underneath... It was obvious he hadn't gotten any sleep. It was what she saw in his eyes that terrified her. They were broken, haunted. Abby barely saw a spark of the old Tony she knew. Until Gibbs talked to him that was. Right before she left, she saw a small glimmer in Tony's eyes. Abby knew it wasn't much, it was small, but at least it was something and she knew that her older brother was still there. She knew he was still fighting whatever hell he went through.

The forensic scientist thought back to what Tony had said when McGee brought him to the EMTs. He told her that Tony mentioned something about Kate. Why was Tony thinking about Kate? Abby knew that the wounds from her death still hadn't healed, especially on the young agent, but she couldn't help but wonder if Kate had something more with Tony than she had with the rest of them and that was why he was talking about her. After all, when Tony was sick with the plague Kate was there by his side. It would only make sense that Tony may think that she would be here now.

Abby heard a pair of footsteps coming towards her; her head shot up and met the blank gaze of Gibbs. Holding back a sob, Abby flung herself into Gibbs' arms, hugging him tightly. "Tell me he's going to be okay, Gibbs. Please, tell me he won't die." The only response she got was being hugged in return by the old agent as she silently let her tears fall onto his shoulder.

Gibbs' quiet soothing suddenly stopped and he escaped from Abby's embrace. Slightly confused, Abby looked up at him and followed his gaze across the room and sniffed, tensing slightly. She watched as the doctor made his way over to Gibbs looking solemn.

It had come. The time they found out if their agent, their friend, their brother, would survive. Abby could only pray that it wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be.

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