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Thanks to Tari for Beta'ing me, this is a intro to a story i plan on writing, if i get some response, i will not bother if no one seems interested, so please do leave a comment!

Copyright: Own absolutely nothing... the idea ain't even that original! It's actually from one of Sandra Bullock's movies,, haven't seen it yet though... All copyrights go to CBS, Jerry B, the man! I wish i was him... And each of the characters mentioned goes to the writers!

A loud crack was heard through the wall, and Ziva felt her heart start beating harder as no other sound could be heard. She hit her attacker once more, cracking his nose which also rendered him unconscious before she rushed into the next room.

It was like the air had been punched out of her lungs. In front of her was a lot of blood. Tony was laying flat, semi-unconscious with blood coming from a wound on his head His gun was pointed towards his attacker who had a gunshot wound in the middle of his chest, looking more than enough dead.

She hurried over to her partner, taking a quick look at the head wound. To her relief it was not a gunshot wound, more like blunt force trauma. She pulled her sweater off and pressed it to the wound to stop the bleeding, while she screamed for McGee to call an ambulance. He didn't answer so she just kept yelling. She looked around desperately, hoping for some sort of sign that McGee had heard her.

She slipped her thighs underneath Tony's head for neck support.
"Tony? Tony, don't close your eyes on me," she whispered. His eyes were moving from side to side, a slow motion act. She knew this was sign that he may soon lapse into unconsciousness, and she kept tapping him to stop him from drifting off.

"McGee!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Just as she was about to scream again, Tim entered the room and sat down on the other side of Ziva. McGee rubbed his forehead with force before removing his jacket to put around his partner's body. His heart was beating roughly in his chest.

"They are on their way," he reassured her. What felt like forever passed, and finally she could hear the ambulance in the distance and four guys in white suits; one of them with a green shirt because he was the doctor, entered the room. They moved Tony carefully on to the carrier. Ziva ran after them and got to ride with him in the back of the ambulance, leaving McGee to the crime scene.

The doctor that came with the ambulance used a light in Tony's eyes, writing something on the pad he had in his hand. He kept on taking tests, checking his pulse and blood pressure.

Once at the hospital, he was rushed into surgery and Ziva was left in the waiting room. When McGee arrived as well, she was pacing up and down the hall, yelling at the nurses who said they couldn't help her or tell her anything yet. McGee sat down on one of the chairs, putting his head in his hands. He rubbed his eyes. This was going to be another long shift, he thought to himself. It had all started out as a normal case that turned into a drug related mess.

"Where is Gibbs?" Ziva said while pacing the hallway.

"He said he had to talk to director Vance before he could come in, but he said it wouldn't take too long," McGee took a deep inhale.

"Excuse me, Miss?"

A nurse walked over to Ziva, making her stop pacing. She looked up at the woman, who said, "Can you come with me? You have to get some stitches in your brow." She looked at Ziva worriedly, and McGee watched as the Israeli wiped away a trickle of blood that he hadn't noticed before that trailed down along her cheek. Ziva reluctantly followed the woman into a little room consisting of a patient gurney, a sink with tons of disinfecting soaps and a closet full of drawers. The nurse pulled out one of the drawers and pulled out a needle and some other tools that Ziva didn't even want to think about.

"You will feel a bit of a sting and it will be uncomfortable, but you won't need that many stitches," the Nurse tried reassuring her, but Ziva wasn't paying any attention.

It took approximately ten minutes before she was back in the waiting room pacing back and forth again. At the same time as the doctor finally got out, still in surgery-cap, Gibbs also came storming in through the door. All three gathered around the Doctor who told them Tony had done well in surgery.

"Only time can tell, and the first twelve hours are critical as always, but nothing can be said until he wakes up. We successful reduced the swelling and Agent DiNozzo is responding well. But I have no doubt he will survive. "And with that he left the three Agents again to wait a few hours before they could visit Tony.

This gave Gibbs a chance to look at his agents and hear from them what had really had happened.

"David, fill me in and why the heck you are wearing a bloody shirt?"

Ziva looked down at her top and realized that it had bloodspots from where she had leaned against the bloody wall with Tony's bleeding head in her lap.

"We went out to the warehouse like you told us to, but once there we had to split up, because the three perps split up." Now that the adrenalin started leaving her systems, she could feel the extreme pounding in her head, and she started feeling lightheaded. She continued, "We all ran after one each, and after running a short while, we hit a blind wall, obviously since it was a warehouse." Ziva sat down two seats away from McGee, and Gibbs followed her with his eyes, dragging his hand through his short hair.

"The guy I was chasing stopped and we started fighting. We fought a little while when I heard a gunshot from where Tony was so I broke the guy's nose, Ziva finished telling what had went down, rubbing her temples multiple times. Gibbs simply nodded.

"McGee, you and I go back to the Navy Yard and interrogate the two that survived and inform Abby and Ducky." Gibbs could see Tim was about to object, but he gave him a look before saying," Ziva will keep us updated once something happens, but until then we have a job to do!"

Gibbs took the backpack he had on his back off and sat it on one of the chairs. Out of it he took a NCIS sweater and handed it to Ziva. She smiled gratefully before she headed to the restroom to get a little cleaned up knowing she was full of blood, dirt and sweat.

After she finished washing her arms and face, she went to the vending machine right outside and bought some water and some snack bars, expecting it to be a long night ahead of her.

Two hours later the young agent sat up against the wall, sleeping. But every time she heard steps close in, her eyes popped open.

Just as she was nearly asleep again, the Doctor came and told her she could come in now. "He is still under anesthesia, but should be awake in at least thirty minutes, but it depends on the patient," the Doctor said and smiled at the Agent. "He will be under observation for at least twenty four hours, all after how he is when he wakes."

They entered the room and the smell of 'too clean' came to Ziva's mind. Her heat beat faster as she got closer to the bed. With wires coming from his nose and arm, Tony looked older. His hair was unusually straight and light and his wrinkles somehow were more visible. Around his head were bandages that had bloodstains right above his ear. Ziva automatically sat down in the closest chair, holding his hand in hers.

It was scarily cold in her warm hand, and the veins were visible in the skin making it look like marble. The only sounds in the room were the beating of the heart monitor.

She sat like that for another thirty minutes before the sound of a harsh voice came from the body in the bed.

"Water," he croaked. His throat was rough and sounded sore. Ziva quickly reached for the glass that stood on the nightstand next to her chair, and placed the straw gently in his mouth. He slowly took a large sip before carefully starting to open his eyes, while Ziva pulled the wire above the bed that called for the Doctor.

The Doctor approached the other side of Tony, opening his eyes and flashing a light into them. Tony started pulling the wires but the Doctor grabbed his arm, "Relax Mr. DiNozzo, you are in the hospital after taking a bad blow to your head. We had to do a surgery, just to release the pressure on your brain. You also have a really bad concussion, but that we will have to see later,"

Tony stopped fighting the Doctor and just looked confused, his eyes landing on Ziva and their joined hands. Ziva quickly dropped then as he looked at her. "How are you feeling, Tony?" she smiled. He didn't answer, just looked around a little confused.

"I'm sorry, but who are you?"

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