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Honestly I'm speechless and that is saying something! Thank you all so much! I hope you'll like the rest of the story as well.
Dedicated to the lovely KellyRoxton, just because :) Hugs!
A/N: Abby is a fighter, so please no worries!
Enjoy!
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The young woman watched his posture change, noting this very moment that she must have said the wrong thing, taking a step back she watched the silver-haired man focus on her.
His eyes focused on her for the first time.
"This woman is in protective custody, since her life has been threatened" he paused "that is why you are going to check if this is foul play."
The female doctor who was working on Abby glanced toward Gibbs. "Know anything about a drug history?"
"She doesn't take drugs!" His voice was vehement. As he watched the doctor look at the cardiac monitor, before she punched a few buttons on the machine.
Slow beeping started as the doctor spoke up again. "Are you sure?"
"Yes I am. Just because she is wearing black pants, a shirt with a skull on it and make-up like she does, doesn't mean she is into drugs."
Obviously the doctor wasn't about to let go of her train of thought as she spoke up again.
"With all due respect, she is in your custody for days, maybe weeks…"
Gibbs took a step forward but stopped in mid step, when he realized he only would get in the way of the doctor.
"Just stop right there, I know this woman for years, she is NCIS' forensic scientist and we are engaged." Gibbs didn't know where that came from, but he hoped Abby wouldn't mind the little white lie.
The monitor with Abby's heartbeat began wildly to beep before the beeping came to a sudden stop.
"Wait in front of the door." This time the nurse succeeded and shoved him out of the exit, leaving him no other option but to look through the small window of the door.
The doctor he just had his discussion with began with the CPR as he fumbled for his cell phone.
He pressed the redial key of his phone and listen.
Ziva answered after the third ring.
"Ziva, get Ducky and come to Bethesda please, as fast as you can and hand the phone over to Tony."
A few seconds passed before he heard his senior field agent's voice.
"Yes boss?"
"Go to my house check for possible evidence, I think Abby has been poisoned." With that he hung up.
The senior field agent looked at Ziva as he handed her the phone back.
"Tim, grab your gear."
Tony did as well while Ziva called Ducky.
Before Tony followed Tim toward the elevator he looked at Ziva.
"Call me!"
The Israeli nodded.
"What happened?" Tim asked as the doors of the elevator closed.
"Abby is in the hospital, we are checking Gibbs' home for evidence of foul-play, because obviously it looks like it."
"How is Abby?" A pale looking Timothy stared at his friend.
"Ziva will let us know once Ducky and she arrive at the hospital."
Gibbs watched as the doctor place the paddles of the defibrillator onto the skin of her chest. The very skin he loved to touch and kiss.
The ghostly white fragile shell of an even more fragile soul.
Sick, he just felt sick as he watched her body react to the shocks the device sent out to save her precious life.
Once.
Her torso heaved upwards and slumped back onto the bed.
Ventilate.
Twice.
Again her chest moved upwards.
Ventilate.
Jethro swallowed hard, clenching his hand to a fist to gain control over his shaking fingers.
A third time.
Heaving up, slumping down.
Suddenly the monitor began to beep again on its own, indicating the treatment had been successful, for now.
Breathing the sickness away he slipped back into the room as a nurse slipped out of the door with a blood sample in hand.
Endless minutes later, the female doc turned toward Gibbs opening her mouth to say something but LJ Gibbs lifted his hand in a stop gesture, before she got a chance.
"Abigail Sciuto died on this table right now . You will admit her as Jane Doe."
The facial expression showed clearly what the woman thought about this order.
"We can't do this Mister…" She stopped and stared at his belt where his shield was, "Agent…"
"Special Agent Gibbs," he answered her, glanced at Abs and added, "you can and you will!"
The woman in front of him sighed in defeat. "Alright, Agent Gibbs, I'll do that but you will explain it to my boss once this is over."
He simply nodded.
Gibbs didn't have the faintest idea how much time had passed since the call, but obviously enough for Ziva and Ducky to arrive, entering the room equally without invitation.
Gibbs' eyes were refocused on the woman resting on the bed, hooked to various wires but seeming to breathe alone.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and glanced shortly towards the man attached to it. Ziva lingered right next to the door.
"Duck."
The ME knew what his friend wanted and stepped a little closer towards the doctor, stretching out his hand to shake the one of his colleague, looking toward her nametag.
"Dr. Thomson, I'm Dr. Mallard can you tell me about Miss Sciuto's condition?"
The brunette doctor smiled at him.
"Yes."
Gibbs switched off the surrounding noises, not able to look away from her pale and fragile face.
Only when Ducky patted his shoulder he refocused on the Doctor in front of him.
"Like I just told Dr. Mallard, the outlook isn't predictable right now; we will keep her under close observation. If she doesn't crash again in the next 24 hours we can be cautiously optimistic."
The doctor paused. "For now we are going to treat her with diazepam and with activated carbon to filter toxins out of her gastro-intestinal-tract."
Ducky spoke up again. "Why the diazepam?"
"With Agent Gibbs' information about possible foul-play, I think it could be indeed poisoning and by the symptoms Miss Sciuto suffers from, I assume it might be strychnine we are talking about here."
The doctor paused shortly, "Diazepam is the right medication for such a poisoning and if it isn't strychnine, diazepam won't do her any harm."
Ducky nodded.
"To be absolutely sure we have to wait for the quick test results, but it is better than doing nothing."
Jethro just nodded and spoke up.
"I will stay with her."
"Of course, but could you three wait outside till we are ready to transfer her to her room."
The Special Agent hadn't much of a chance as he got shoved out of the door yet again, this time by Ziva and Duck.
So, what is the verdict? This time it isn't such a bad cliffhanger, or is it? Keep you kind words coming!