Hey guys! This is my first multi-chapter story. In fact, this is my second story ever to be posted on fanfic. So…enjoy! Please R&R, if you can. I would really appreciate it! I'll try to update soon!
Tabby3
It was just another ordinary day at the office.
Tony Dinozzo walked to his desk with a big, goofy grin on his face. He looked over to Ziva's desk to find it empty. That was odd; Ziva was hardly ever late.
He turned around to find McGee playing one of his stupid video games.
"Mcghee!" he yelled abruptly. Tim jumped and smashed his thumb against the power button on his computer.
"What? What is it?" Mcghee asked frantically, looking around for some sign of trouble he had missed while absorbed in his game.
"Where's Ziva?" demanded Tony, his voice still too loud for normal conversation. He was enjoying McGee's confusion.
"I don't know, Tony," McGee replied, still looking slightly bewildered. "But I'm sure she's fine. Ziva can take of herself."
At that moment, the elevator beeped. Tony and McGee looked over expectantly, waiting for Ziva to walk out. They got what they expected.
And everything they hadn't.
Ziva stumbled out of the elevator. There was blood on her leg and a bloody cut on her forehead, right above her eyebrow. Blood ran down her face, torso, and arm, which she clutched in her other hand. Her hair was wildly disheveled, her dark curls all over the place. Her tanned Israeli skin was a sickly white pallor.
McGee and Tony stared at her in silent horror.
"Ziva!" Gibbs yelled. He dropped his coffee and ran to Ziva, catching her right before she fell.
Gibbs picked up the half conscious, very injured and brought her to the center of the bullpen. He lay her down and yelled at the two frozen agents.
"Tony, get Ducky! McGee, call 911! Snap out of it!"
Tim and Dinozzo shook off the shock and fear and did as they were told.
Gibbs turned back to a much wounded Ziva and assessed her injuries. She had a large cut on her right leg, a cut on her forehead, a bullet wound in her abdomen and her arm, and bruises everywhere. He could easily see the dark purple bruises on her neck. And he could see that she was slipping fast.
He ripped off his coat and pressed it to her stomach.
"Ziva? Ziva, you have to stay with me."
She nodded her head slightly, and he could see her struggle to fight the pain and weakness that threatened to send her to a place Gibbs could not go.
"Talk to me, Ziva," he begged. "Who did this to you?"
"There were-"Her voice trailed off, and Gibbs gripped her face desperately, trying to bring her back. "There were six."
"What did they do?" Gibbs asked her frantically.
"Ganged up on me. I….." Her eyes were starting to close.
"Ziva!" Gibbs yelled.
"I tried. Killed four, two got away. They got me pretty good, Gibbs." She coughed and a sob rose up her throat. She was in a lot of pain.
"Don't know if I'll get through this one, Gibbs," she wheezed.
Gibbs gently pushed the sweaty, matted curls off her forehead.
"Of course you will. Just stay right here, Ziver, with me."
Suddenly Ducky and Tony burst through the elevator doors. Ducky gasped slightly when he saw Ziva, but he quickly went into medical mode. He dropped to his knees beside Ziva and assessed her injuries.
"This cut is deep," Ducky murmured, almost to himself. "Ziva, can you feel you feel your leg?"
A hysterical laugh came out of her then.
"Yeah, Duck, I can feel it."
"That's good; it means it didn't hit a nerve."
"Well I-I'm glad you think so," said Ziva. But her eyes were starting to close, and she didn't know if she could stop them this time.
Thanks for reading, guys! Please review, if you can. I'd really like to know what you want me to improve on before I put up the next chapter!
Tabby3