"Tony, you fool, I'll love you forever. Don't you dare forget that." Ziva whispered in Tony's ear. "Don't you dare. Cause if you do, all hope will be lost. All life will be lost; all of you will be lost."

Tony was lying on the hospital bed, an IV in his arm, and a monitor on his finger. It's just like before. I'll get through this, just like before. I have to. For Ziva. I have to for Ziva.

"Tony, you have to calm down. Don't speed up your heart rate. We do not need any other troubles. It's bad enough you have pneumonia, and that the plague you had before has already weakened you. Don't make it worse. Please, Don't make it worse." Ziva cried over Tony's chest. It would be the last time and she knew it. The hard part was that Tony didn't know he was dying. She had refrained from telling him. Refrained from believing it herself.

"Tony, do you know what the first thing I told you was?" Ziva asked.

"Of course honey, 'Are you having phone sex?' wasn't it?" He coughed. Ziva could tell that the coughing was hurting him even more.

"Yeah Tony. It was. Now I'm telling you, I wish you were. You would have been able to do one more thing." The tears flew out harder and harder.

"Zi, I'm not getting out of here am I?" Tony tried to hold back a tear.

"No. Tony your not. I wish it wasn't this way, I wish you hadn't of gotten that plague. Then you'd at least have a chance, Tony, I can't lie to you, you don't. I'm sorry. I… I… can't do this. Tony, I can't live without you. I know that now. I know that. Please try to not leave me. Please try. For me, Tony, please try. Please."

"Zi, you know if I could try, I would. However, you yourself told me, I wasn't getting out of here this time. However, hey, Kate told me the same thing, but here I am so… I'm babbling on again aren't I?"

"Yes Tony, you are. However, I do not mind. You can do as you wish. Gibbs and Abby are on there way over, and Tim and Palmer are in the waiting room. Do you wish for me to bring them in?"

Tony nodded realizing how much he needed his friends, because that was what they were, friends. Not Co-workers, or just plain people, they had proven themselves as good friends. And in Tony's mind, they were almost as high as Ziva. Almost.

Ziva left the room and all was quiet. Tony turned his head toward the window. He knew Kate was watching, he knew Kate wouldn't let him be alone. "Kate," he whispered, "I'll be joining you soon. Save a seat in the movies will you?" He heard a faint "I will Tony." from the side of the room. He snapped his head over and saw Kate. The one he hadn't seem in over a year.

"Kate!" He whispered excitedly, "You heard me. I thought I'd be sitting in those movie seats all alone."

"Tony, all you can think about is movies. You are dieing again, and all you can think about is movies! What about McGee, Gibbs, and Abby? And about Ziva? Think about them Tony." Kate disappeared and the door opened.

"Tony, I'm so sorry. What can I do?" McGee said, a tear in his eye. His forehead had a handprint on it, so it was easy to tell he was worried.

"Come over here, probie." Tony muttered. Tim rushed to the bedside and received a slap in the back of the head that would have made even Gibbs proud.

"I deserved that didn't I? Of course I could do something; I could fluff your pillows or, change your I…"

Palmer interrupted him. "McGee, Tony is fine, well in a sarcastic kind of way, but, I don't think that the doctors would let an amateur change an IV."

"Thank you Palmer. Now why is Abby not with you McGee? I thought you two were starting to be joined at the hip?"

"Abby was taking this horribly and she wanted Gibbs. I couldn't let her get upset any worse."

"Oh come on McGee, it couldn't be that bad." Ziva said, joining the conversation.