Tim McGee could hear the music from down the hall as he approached Forensics. The choice of music suggested that their lab technician was in a particularly good mood, and he hated to be the one to ruin it. Tim knocked on the door, though he was sure it wouldn't be heard above the chorus of "We Built This City." "Abby?"

Abby Sciuto turned on one foot, grinning and waving as she saw Tim. "Hey, McGee. What's up?"

Tim signaled for her to turn down the music. "We need to talk."

Abby hit a button on the stereo remote and the music stopped. "Whoa, you look serious. What's wrong?"

"Do you have any idea where Gibbs is?" Tim asked.

Abby shook her head. "He left out of here saying something about following up on a lead, but that was a few hours ago. Did you try his cell?"

"Yeah," McGee said, "but he's not picking up."

Abby sighed. "I've been trying to talk him into a GPS tracker for years, but he always says no." She frowned and fixed Tim with a stare. "What's wrong?"

There was no easy way for Tim to deliver bad news, so he figured it was best to be direct. "I got a call from Ziva. Petrov planted a bomb. They didn't have time to defuse it."

Abby gasped, a hand going to her mouth. "Oh, no! Are Ziva and Tony okay?"

"Ziva says she is." Tim put a hand on Abby's arm. "They're airlifting Tony to Fairfax. He needs a trauma surgeon."

"Oh, Tony," Abby sighed, reaching up to cover Tim's hand with hers. After a moment, she looked up, her expression determined. "He's going to be okay. He has to be."

Tim nodded. He'd been telling himself the same thing since he talked to Ziva. "Agent Harris left for Landmark to pick up Ziva. I'm heading to the hospital."

"I'll go with you." Abby headed for her office, hung up her lab coat, and materialized again at Tim's side. "I'd ask if you left a message for Gibbs, but I don't think he actually checks his voicemail unless he's waiting to hear from somebody."

"I left a message anyway," Tim told her. "I didn't say much – told him to call me."

"Good idea." Abby started toward the door. "Let's go. I know we won't be able to see him right away, but Tony shouldn't be alone. Ziva's got to be a wreck. They fight like little kids, but they're close."

Abby certainly wasn't telling Tim anything he didn't already know. He sat back and let himself be entertained when Tony and Ziva were going at it, but he knew they would do just about anything for each other. "She wasn't happy when I talked to her. They wouldn't let her see him."

"Uh-oh." Abby pushed the elevator button, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "We need Gibbs. He's listed as Tony's next of kin. He'll be able to get us access."

The elevator dinged. Tim and Abby stepped forward as the doors started to open, she seeming to be as anxious to get going as he was, but they paused when the very man they were looking for stepped out.

"Boss!" Tim exclaimed at the same time Abby called Gibbs' name.

"Where have you been?" Abby asked.

"I told you, following a lead." Gibbs looked from Tim to Abby and back again. "What's going on?"

There was no beating around the bush with Gibbs. Not if one wanted to survive intact. "Petrov led Tony and Ziva to a bomb. Agent Harris went to get Ziva."

"And DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked, though the way he set his jaw made Tim sure Gibbs suspected Tony was hurt badly.

"He's been medivac'ed to the trauma center in Fairfax." Tim didn't follow Gibbs into the elevator so much as he was pulled by one arm. Abby quickly trotted along behind them. "I don't know all the details. Ziva said he had glass in his neck. We tried to call your cell."

Gibbs shook his head. "It fell in the Potomac. Don't ask."

Tim hadn't been planning to even before Gibbs issued the warning. "We were going to the hospital-"

"And that's still where we're going," Gibbs said. "We're going to see how Tony is, and then we're going to put Petrov in autopsy where he belongs."