A/N Here you go, this is the last chapter, I hope you like it, thank you to those had left me reviews, I LOVE them!!!

Secially for Rach!

Consequences Chapter 4

The sound of voices started to become louder in her mind. Some one was calling for her, why? What had happened?

"Abs, wake up, come on."

The voice sounded worried and she obliged. Several pairs of eyes were hovering over her; she blinked twice, trying to clear the bizarre image above her face.

"Gibbs." Abby could now see there were 3 people with her: Ben Keller, Ducky and Gibbs, all surrounded her from above.

"What happened?" she asked, but she didn't wait for the answer; the memory of what has caused her to faint came back with full force when she saw the tiny specks of blood covering her white T-shirt.

"Tim! Where is he? Tim!!!!" she shouted, bolting up from the bed she had been lying on. "Tim!! Tim!"

"Miss Sciuto, please calm down," Ben said trying, to hold her steady. Gibbs got himself right in front of her, forcing their eyes to meet.

"Abby!"

He didn't need to say anything else, the command in his voice was as clear as daylight; Abby stopped yelling instantly and looked back at him.

"They took him again," she said, choking with her own tears.

"We know, my child, Timothy is back in surgery, and there is no news yet," Ducky said softly. "Are you feeling ok?

"Yes, I am sorry, I am fine," Abby answered, sitting up.

"I'll go and see if I can find out something," Ben said, turning around to leave.

"Wait for me, young man, I'll go too," Ducky added, squeezing Abby's hand before joining Ben at the door.

Abby reclined her head on Gibbs shoulder; they remained in silence for a very long time.

"Gibbs?"

"Yes, Abs?"

"Do you know how it feels to want to kill someone?" Abby asked, staring at the wall in front of her.

"I know, and I have Abs," he answered calmly.

"I mean, not work related."

"Remember the man that killed Shannon and Kelly? Well, that was not work related."

"It's just that I am so angry for what she put Tony and Tim through," Abby said, standing.

"You don't have to worry, Abs. Fornell arranged for Karen Bright to be transferred to the Maximum security prison in Florence, Colorado. They say it is as close to hell as you can get."

"Good," she said angrily.

Gibbs looked at her not really surprised with the tone of her answer.

Abby was passionate in her reactions, both with the good and bad things that happened in her life, but especially when it was about someone she cared about. He had come to realize once and for all that his team had no intention of respecting Rule 12 at all.

He smiled to himself; his team was his family and even though he would never say it out loud, he was happy for them - for all of them.

One more hour elapsed without news from the OR. Abby took comfort in an old saying, "No news is good news." Every minute that passed more of the poison was eliminated from Tim's body, and that was a good thing.

She had a lot of time to think about her on and off relationship with Timothy McGee. Sweet Tim; she had taken him for granted so many times before, but not now. Tim was the man she loved and the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. Abby hoped she was allowed to do so.

The door suddenly opened and Melba Patakis walked in; she looked very tired.

"I have good news. We managed to stop the bleeding; a small artery ruptured when this first started and had been bleeding slowly since then. With all the damage to his esophagus, the vascular surgeon didn't catch it during the previous surgery, but we fixed it now. He lost a lot of blood and we had to give him 3 units during the procedure. The anti hemetic we gave Mr. McGee earlier today is working well preventing vomiting which is very important, he is back in ICU and will remain for a few days.

"He will be okay, right?" Abby asked, still scared. She hadn't really understood anything Tim's doctor had said after the words, "I have good news."

"He has a good chance now Abby; we are reaching in to the 72 hour window, so the poison will not continue to be active much longer. For now he is in for a long recovery. All his digestive system was quite affected; it will take some time for him to handle solid food."

"Thanks heaven!" Abby said in a whisper.

"Are you sure McGee will not have another crisis?" Gibbs asked

"I wouldn't think so, Agent Gibbs," Melba said, looking a little concerned for Abby.

"As for you, Miss Sciuto, you need to go home and rest; you have been here for 3 days with no sleep or decent food, I presume," she added.

"Oh no, I can't go! Not until I know Tim is out of danger for sure."

"Abs, you are going to do as Doctor Patakis orders. I don't need you to become a patient too, and you can't help McGee if you get yourself sick, right?" Gibbs said, placing his hands on her shoulders. The truth was that Abby was on the verge of a nervous breakdown: she was ghostly pale, shaking all over, and tears just kept rolling down her face.

"But … but…" she muttered.

"Mr. McGee is not having any visitors for the rest of the night; he is in the ICU recovery room," Melba said in a tone that left no room for argument.

"I will take her home, Doctor; she will do as you say," Gibbs added, taking Abby by the arm. "Thank you for everything, Dr. Patakis."

"You are very welcome, Agent Gibbs," she said with a tired smile, watching them leave.

Two Weeks Later

"Come on, Probie, hurry up with that," Tony said, looking annoyed at Tim while he finished with his packing.

Finally they were letting him out of the hospital. He was very thin and pale as a ghost, but he was at last on his way to recovery. Abby and Ziva were looking at them with amusement. It was so good to see them bickering again; the past two weeks had been exhausting for all of them.

Tony took Tim's sports bag from his hand and started walking.

"I'll carry this, McGee; you look like a walking stick these days."

"I know, Tony, you said so about 20 times already," Tim answered, putting his coat on with Abby's help. "Thank you, Abs," he said, turning to look at the beautiful Goth, who was smiling like a Cheshire cat.

"I am so happy to see you healthy again, Timmy."

"I am very happy too, angel," he said, softly kissing her lips.

"Hey! Stop with the fluid exchange you two. We have to get you home, Probie; doctor's orders," Tony said, pulling Tim away from Abby.

"Oh come on, Tony, leave them alone," Ziva said, taking Tony by the hand while they walked towards the parking lot.

"I got a surprise for you in the car, Probilicious."

"I am afraid to ask," Tim said, looking worriedly at Tony's mischievous smile.

Tony's NCIS car was parked close to the entrance; he opened the trunk and shoved McGee's bag inside, taking out at the same time a big white cardboard box.

"Tony, are you insane!?" Tim asked looking in horror at the box filled with Krispy Kreme doughnuts.

"You are way too thin, McGee. You look like Ichabod Crane, you know?"

"Like, who?" Tim asked, pushing to box back to Tony.

"The Headless Horseman, Probie; you need nourishment. Here take them," Tony answered, starting a tug war with the box, each pushing the box towards the other.

"I don't want to see a doughnut again in my life!" Tim said angrily.

"You can't be serious, McGee, doughnuts are a known food group!"

Ziva and Abby just laughed at the scene before them.

Abby looked at them tenderly and smiled; it was wonderful! Things were at last back to normal, and she wouldn't want it any other way.

The End!