Okay. First; I apologize for this being so short. I was on vacation when I wrote this and barely found the time to write. But I'm back now! I am not dead in case you guys thought I was, I was just pretty busy. And the updates will be slower for a while because school is starting but I promise I will try my best. I hope you all like this chapter (: I promise the next one will be slightly longer and hopefully more detailed as well. I have some idea to where this story is headed, but I would love it if you guys, my readers, tell me what YOU would like to see happen. ;DD But remember; I'm not a mind reader so you have to review in order to tell me your ideas.

Also, I'm going to reply to a few reviews that caught my attention. So here goes :P

John(Guest): I am sorry that the chapter did not reach up to your standards. I must admit, as I read over it I am disappointed in it. But I wanted to show what was going on with the rest of the team. And yeah, I know Abby doesn't cry a lot and it annoys me too but just think about it. It seems appropriate that she would be crying because her best friend who is like a brother to her was kidnapped and tortured for a year. Don't you think you would cry if you were her?

VERA VIV: ;D Patience, Tony will talk to each of them in time one-on-one

Shout out to others: XD Thanks guys! Not only for the reviews but for everything else to. I had a great time on vacation, I wanted to kill band camp, and the other camp I went to was a blast! Also, I am reading over my story and have realized some things may be confusing. I will do my best to fix that but if you have any questions please PM me and I will explain the best I can

:) Thankies! I luv you all!

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It wasn't until a day later that Tony woke up again. Nothing before that had succeeded in rousing him. The doctors had tried everything, and even Gibbs' command of waking up and threatening a head slap wasn't enough. The young NCIS agent just wouldn't wake up. When he finally did, he woke up with a scream of terror and the nurses had to rush to restrain and sedate him enough to get him to calm down.

Ducky ad Gibbs didn't leave his side for more than a few minutes. They would take turns getting coffee and tea to keep them awake, wanting to be there when Tony finally woke up. The rest of the team had gone home, reluctantly, under Gibbs' orders to not come back until tomorrow evening.

The silver-haired agent's gaze rested on Special Agent DiNozzo. He watched carefully though his icy blue orbs, searching for any sign that Tony didn't want them there. After the hell DiNozzo had went though, the last thing Gibbs wanted to do was make Tony be with people he didn't want to be with, even if that meant he had to leave.

After Tony had been sedated and had calmed down to the nurses approval, they left to go and get Tony's doctor. The said patient's eyes were open from where he laid on the bed. They were glazed over with pain and something else Gibbs couldn't identify, and the senior field agent stared up at the ceiling. Gibbs had no idea what was going through Tony's head and while he wanted to know, he also didn't, feeling somewhat hesitant to find out what the young man had went through for the past year.

His sight drifted down to Tony's arms and hands, the only thing not covered by the sterile white blanket besides his neck and face. A grimace etched on his face as he took in the multiple bruises and scars on his arms. He noticed a few burn marks and places where the doctors had stitched up a few wounds in certain places. His gaze then flitted to the hippo tucked underneath Tony's arm and a small smile tugged on the elder agent's face against his will, feeling a sense o right at the sight of Bert with Tony.

Gibbs' thoughts travelled to the first day Tony came back to work when he had the plague. He remembered finding him lying on the floor with Bert. He didn't know why but it just seemed right that Bert was with Tony while he was not feeling good yet again. He was glad Abby had put it there.

Abby… Gibbs' gaze clouded slightly, remembering what a mess the young scientist had been earlier. Gibbs had tried to comfort her, but he wasn't good with words and saying his emotions, so he just held her while she cried, offering her his silent strength. When the doctor had walked out of Tony's room and over to him, he vaguely remembered the silent tears streaming from Abby's face and soaking his shirt. The doctor had told them that Tony was I critical condition. He hadn't told them the extent of his injuries, except that Tony had yet to respond to any attempt to rouse him.

They had decided to let it go, give him a day or two and hope that he woke up on his own. It wasn't a good sign; Gibbs had known that it wasn't thanks to his time in the Marines. He had several brothers and sisters that had been kidnapped and tortured. They were never the same after that. Some became perfectly healthy, but had nightmares about what they had gone through and were a little more closed off than before. Some went crazy, claiming they could hear voices telling them to do things they wouldn't normally do. Others had gone into a deep depression and ended up killing themselves.

Gibbs shook his head, clearing himself of his thoughts and past events and tried to think about what would happen in the future. Would his best agent be able to come back to NCIS? He had to have Tony on his team. It just wasn't the same without him. It was much more quiet and depressing without Tony's jokes and pranks to lighten the mood. But how? How could Gibbs help him? Gibbs at least knew one thing, as he sat in the hard plastic chair next to Tony's bed, he knew that Tony could not take a psych exam. If he did, Gibbs knew that he wouldn't pass and then he wouldn't be able to come back to work. And the silver-haired agent knew more than anybody that NCIS was Tony's life.

Taking a deep breath, Gibbs felt a little better. He always worked better when he had a plan. It might not be a good plan or a big plan, but it was a plan. First things first, he thought. He needed to get Vance to let Tony skip his psych exam. He didn't know how he would do it, but he knew he had to. Tony had saved Gibbs' life and his job more times than he could count; now it was time for him to pay back to favor. Gibbs also needed to get Tony out of the hospital as soon as possible. DiNozzo hated hospitals ever since he was little, which turned into a burning passion of hate since he got the plague. He would talk to the doctor about that, see if there was anything they could do.

Someone cleared their throat from behind him, interrupting the older agent from his inner musings. Gibbs turned around in his chair to take in the newcomer. She was pretty, with blond hair and bright green eyes and wearing a lab coat. She carried a clipboard in her hand as she walked over. "You must be Agent Gibbs?" She asked politely, her head tilted slightly to the side as she gazed at him.

Gibbs nodded silently, wondering who she was. He couldn't help but think that Tony would call her hot and try and flirt with her. He silently hoped that she would be here more often. Maybe she would bring Tony out of whatever haze he was in, bringing the old, skirt-chasing Tony back.

The young girl smiled brightly at him, flashing her white teeth. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ears and held out her hand, which he took. She had a firm grip, telling him that she seemed to be very confident and let go after a moment. "My name is Doctor Prior, but you can call me Carol." She spoke, smiling again at him before walking over to Tony.

Gibbs watched carefully as his SFA's hazy eyes locked onto her bright green ones. For a moment, his eyes became clearer and a tired, half-grin spread across his face. "You're pretty…" he whispered hoarsely on instinct as he took in her curved figure. He then immediately clamped his mouth shut as his eyes widened in fear and his gaze darted around the room. He was tense for quite a few moments as if he was expecting something. Finally, he began to relax and he closed his eyes as a soft sigh escaped his mouth.

The entire time Carol watched carefully, scribbling down a few notes on her clipboard before gently placing a hand on Tony's shoulder. The said agent's eyes flew open and his green orbs were wary as he stared at her. Gibbs watched, stuffing his hands in his pockets as she talked to him quietly. He was too far away to hear what she was saying, sitting in his chair at the foot of the bed. He hoped this wouldn't take super long; he wanted to talk to Carol soon.

He eventually found himself dozing off to the quiet whispers of Doctor Prior, his exhaustion taking over his body. When he finally fell asleep, Carol was still whispering comforting words to Tony and slowly gaining his trust. The last coherent thought that ran through Gibbs' half-asleep mind was that he hoped his son would be okay.

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PREVIEW FOR NEXT CHAPTER:

Tony felt something warm stir inside of him, something he hadn't felt in almost over a year. A soft laugh began to escape him and he let it out. He wasn't afraid Abby would hurt him; he knew Abby would never harm a fly. But for some reason, his laugh suddenly turned into tears and a soft sob escaped his body. He felt warm arms hug him tightly, being mindful of his injuries. "Shh…" She whispered softly. "Everything will be okay. It'll get better. You'll see."