W-w-what a-are y-y-you doing h-h-ere?

He lay there allowing the darkness to calm him but as he relaxed, the fog started to lift. The first thing that filtered through was sounds...voices...female voices. She was there, she was going to hurt him again, he started to panic and felt a hand restraining him. Not again. He wouldn't let that happen again. He struggled harder, fighting with all his might. More hands but a new voice...a male voice.

"Relax, Tim. You're safe. She can't get you. We're here for you. Just open your eyes Tim."

Instantly he calmed. Someone was there for him...to help him...no...no one cared about him...yeah that's right, this was just a trick to lure him into a false sense of security. He started struggling again.

"McGee, snap out of it! Open your eyes, damn it! It's just us!"

His eyes opened involuntary at the command, his body going rigid. The hands felt this and quickly released him as if scared. Faces appeared on the edge of his limited vision, and then one very familiar face loomed into view.

"B-b-b-b-boss? W-w-what a-are y-y-you doing h-h-ere?"

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God, he had forgotten about the return of the stuttering. It was less noticeable than it had been when they had first met McGee but that was only because he didn't talk as much. Somewhere in the last few months, they had lost their McGee into a shell of his former being. It made him sad and angry to think that his friend self-confidence was so low that he had to question his actions.

"Yes, McGee. I'm here for you...we all are...the others are outside waiting...shall I get them for you?"

Gibbs looked at him but Tim quickly looked away, preferring to study his bed sheets, than those clear blue eyes. Gibbs can see the fear in his body language, and reads what he is thinking, kicking himself for not telling him straight off. He tries to put a reassuring hand lightly on Tim's shoulder, but Tim painfully shifted away from him, trying, unsuccessfully to curl up into a ball. Gibbs withdraws the hand.

"It's just the team. Sarah, Tony, Abs, Duck, Ziva, Jimmy and I. Chelsea's gone. We won't let her back." He silently nods. Anger flared in Gibbs' chest. "Why didn't you tell us McGee? Why didn't you say something? Why didn't you come to me?" He can feel his emotions getting the better of him and silently head slapped himself. This wasn't his fault. He probably felt scared, alone and isolated, maybe even felt, god forbid, that he deserved. He was angry at her, not at him. He needed to control himself. He sighs at the non responsiveness, and says "I'll go get them..."

Gibbs walked out the door, leaving the doctor to do their thing in private for a minute. He missed the whispered words from the man on the bed, with the tears running unchecked down his face;

"It's my fault...sorry boss..."

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Outside the crowd gathers around their leader.

"Hey," he says quietly "his not looking good. Once he had woken up he wouldn't talk, wouldn't willingly let anybody touch him. He only calmed down because I ordered him too. And I lost it in there, I lost control. We need to catch this bitch!" he watches and loyalty and anger flash into their eyes, eliminating for a second the resident sadness that had lived there for the last few hours, as they all silently agreed. "I told him that I was bringing you to him...he needs us now more than he ever has. Anyone who doesn't think that they will be able to cope should remain outside...we don't want to scare him and make him worse..." Determination flashed in everyones eyes as they walked to Tim's door and waited for the doctors to come back out.