Chapter Eight

He couldn't really remember what had happened before he blacked out. He remembered feeling tired; he remembered pain, and Tony. Damnit. McGee knew deep down that Tony had probably gotten hurt or something. He wanted to smile but his mouth wouldn't move. His whole body ached. He opened his eyes, and light flooded into his vision. It made his eyes ache. He woke up to a head ache and his whole body throbbing. He blinked once slowly, and tried to focus. He blinked again, and felt something fall on top of him.

"McGee! Omi gosh are you okay? Gibbs called and said that you were in the hospital and… and… oh McGee!" He heard Abby say as she embraced him.

"Hey Abby," he said, his voice cracking, "I'm okay. I promise."

"What did he do to you? Omi gosh McGee I am never letting you out of my sight again!" She said. She started to cry. He wanted to pat her on the back or comfort her but he couldn't move. He smiled slightly.

"I'm fine Abby," McGee said softly. Abby wiped her gloved hand across her face. She let go of him for a moment and then leapt back on him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tony, Ziva and Gibbs standing in the corner of the room laughing slightly. Trying to smile was one of the hardest things that McGee had to do in his whole life.

Tony had never seen one of his friends this badly hurt since Gibb's Hiatus a while ago. That had been gut wrenching. McGee looked terrible. Someone had gone into in NCIS, abducted an agent, and left with no one noticing. No witnesses. The only way they had known was when he didn't show up in the morning and someone had bothered to check surveillance. They had seen him dragging him towards a car some woman was trying to open. Then the car speed off. Tony had called to check if that was him. Tony shut his eyes and blocked the memory from his mind. He was okay now, that bastard was lying dead and he was never going to watch that happen again.

"That was when that weirdo leapt at me with the knife," Tony said, making a leaping motion with his arms. "That's when it happened. That is how I got this sling on Probie."

"That's great Tony," McGee said.

"I know," Tony said, "I'm a fantastic story teller, huh McGoo?"

"Sure," McGee said. Tony made a hurt look on his face.

"I don't like that sarcastic tone McSnarky," Tony said, "I'm hurt."

"I really ment it."

"There's that tone again McGee."

"You sound like my mother."

"No, McGee, I am your father," Tony said with a deep voice. He immediately began to crack up.

"Where is that from exactly?" Ziva asked.

"Oh c'mon David, Star Wars ,you know. Darth Vader and Luke Skywalker," Tony said. Ziva looked confused.

"C'mon Ziva!" Tony said, "don't tell me you havn't see Star Wars?"

"Wait," she said, "I think I have. Is it the one with the short little green man named… named… Goda or something?"

"That's Yoda."

"Whatever!" Ziva said with frustration. McGee smiled. It was nice to be back.

McGee lay there motionless. He couldn't sleep. He ached all over, and he hated the feeling. He looked at the clock that hung on the wall on the other side of the room. It read midnight. He sighed and looked up at the ceiling. He looked at the clock again, 12:02. Time was passing like a snail. Again, he returned to his first position. The IV on his arm hurt like hell, and he wished that he was back home and back at work with everyone. He sighed and began to drum his fingers on the bed. At least this would all be over soon. He looked back over at the clock, and again at the ceiling. McGee really hated hospitals.