A/N - just a (very) short Berlin drabble/one shot that I've decided to write at 1am because I've just watched the episode (and tweeted about it) again.

*takes place straight after the crash*

The car came to an abrupt halt, the out-of-control spiralling had finally stopped, the window was smashed in, the passengers were unconscious.

Unable to open her eyes and not yet able to move Ziva David remained slumped in the passenger seat, desperately trying to regain full consciousness. Minutes passed and she was yet to move, the initial shock however was wearing off, searing pains shot through her whole body as she tried to regulate her breathing, becoming increasingly more aware of her surroundings her mind instantly went to her partner. Tony. How was Tony?

Willing her eyes to open she stole a glance at the man, who less than ten minutes ago was smiling and clasping her hand. She longed for his touch, she needed to feel the warmth of his hand entwined in hers, she needed him to be safe, to be alive.

He did not look safe, she wasn't even sure he looked alive.

Trying as hard as she could, ignoring the agonising pain as her body reluctantly obliged she reached for his hand. There wasn't warmth, it was warm, but there was no warmth, at least, not nearly enough. Squeezing as tightly as her body allowed her she prayed for him to respond. He didn't.

'T-Tony,' she stammered in no more than a whisper. 'Tony, please wake up, I need you. Tony DiNozzo, you are not aloud to die, do you hear me? I. Need. You.' Her voice was quiet, jagged and punctuated with wheezy breaths. She squeezed his hand again. Still no response. Aware of her tears, she carried on. What else could she do?

'Tony. Please, if you can hear me, squeeze my hand. I need to know you're alright, you have to be alright.' Nothing. 'Y-you said before, you couldn't live without me, do you remember? Well, I never said it then and I haven't said it since, but I cannot live without you either, Tony. You are my partner and, and I need my partner. I need you. Tony, I love you and I- I wish I had said it sooner, I am sorry, I love you, I have for such a long time and I do not want to be without you. I can't be without you.' The pain she felt before had disbanded, it was still present, yet she no longer felt it, her sole focus was on Tony. Staring at him wishing she could help, wishing she could move and hold him she cried.

It felt as though several hours had passed before she heard anything.

Tony squeezed her hand softly. Her eyes had not left his face since she managed to open them, until now, staring at their hands she cried out, not a word, merely a sound, she had never been so relieved in her entire life.

Raising her head she found his eyes, gazing at her with an all new level of love, a thin trickle of blood dripping between them.

'I love you too, Ziva.' He rasped not breaking their eye contact.

'Tony. I, I was so scared, I thought I was going to lose you. I thought, I thought I had lost you.'

'I'm not going anywhere, couldn't lose me even if you wanted to.'

A/N- told you it was short! - it turns out it's actually 2am, not 1am, my clock had stopped.

Hope you enjoyed it.

(Almost as much as I hope Tony and Ziva are okay)