One Shot

Hey everyone! I wanted to start a new story, because I felt the other was a dud. I'll try and finish it though, for those who liked it. Anyway, I wanted to start a new story, but I didn't have any ideas. I'd like to dedicate this story to Your Royal Highness, because she's an awesome writer and we had this idea, and she wanted me to write it. So thanks to her!! And, just to clear this up, in case it needs to be cleared up, the name of the story is "One Shot". It will be a multi-chapter story. Ok, here goes. Read and Review!

Chapter 1: Out of Gas

"Update." Gibbs said as he walked into the bullpen. He had his usual large cup of coffee in his right hand.

"Larry Smith had a roommate, a Jack Travers. He has a record, arrested twice for violation of his parole. He had several weapons in his home. "Lives in North DC, divorced."

"Go get him." Gibbs said. "Take Ziva." He added. He threw the keys towards the two, Tony reached but Ziva grabbed them instead.

"Ah, Ziva, come on!"

"I am driving." She said. She pressed the button on the elevator doors and several minuets later they were in the car.

"Maybe we should stop for gas, Ziva. The last agent didn't fill it up."

"We have plenty of gas, Tony." Ziva argued.

"It's on the line above the 'E',Ziva. 'E' means empty."

"We are only going to north DC, we can make it!" Tony rolled his eyes and tightened his seatbelt. He watched the several gas stations roll by.

"There's another gas station."

"We can make it!" Ziva said again.

"Ziva, the car is on empty. Lets stop and get gas!" Tony retaliated.

"Do you see a station?"

"Not now, we passed about ten on the way up here!"

"You are pulling my arm, Tony, I did not see one single station on the way here." Tony rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"It's leg, and how can you see anything when you drive 90?" Just as Ziva turned down Jack Travers', the car slowed down and eventually stopped. Tony looked over at her. "It's out of gas!" He said loudly.

"It is not my fault!" Ziva replied.

"If you would've stopped when I told you to stop, we wouldn't be out of gas." He yelled back at her. Ziva rolled her eyes and stormed out of the car, walking ahead of him. He got out and followed. "Where are you going?!"

"To Jack Travers' house!" Ziva yelled back.

"How are we going to get him back to headquarters, Zee-vah?"

"Call Gibbs, tell him to meet us here." She said, after he finally caught up with her. He looked at her and rolled his eyes. He took his cell phone from it's place on his belt and held it on the tip of his fingers.

"You call him and tell him you ran out of gas."

"Tony, I am..." She stopped when she heard a gun shot. And then another. Both drew their weapons and ducked behind one of the parked cars on the street. "That is Jack Travers' address." She whispered. They heard more gunshots, two that hit the car they were taking cover with. Both shot back, and then several more shots were fired at them. "Call Gibbs. We are going to need backup." He ducked way down and called him.

"Yeah, Gibbs."

"Boss, we're going to need backup. We've got at least four or five shooters. Jack Travers obviously called his friends."

"On the way." Tony hung up the phone and returned to helping his partner. Ziva reloaded her weapon for the third time.

"I hit one." She whispered. "We need to change locations, Tony. They've got good coverage." Tony nodded and pointed to the car a little further down.

"There?" He whispered. Ziva simply nodded. Tony crouched low to the ground and began to run, as he shot at them. Ziva watched as one aimed at Tony and pulled the trigger.

"Tony!" Ziva jumped in front of him. Gibbs and McGee arrived at the scene just as Ziva fell to the ground. They quickly killed two of the shooters as Tony pulled Ziva behind the car.

"Ziva! Ziva! Stay with me, Zi!" He put pressure on her wound that was slightly below her left shoulder. Gibbs and McGee continued to shoot. "Ziva!" Her eyes were closed and her body was limp. "Ziva!" He quickly pulled off his NCIS jacket and held it over it, pushing down hard. Blood continued to seep through his fingers. "Ziva!" Gibbs shot six times again, and then there was silence.

"Boss, you got him." McGee said. Gibbs was already down with Ziva.

"McGee, call the paramedics." He said simply.

"Ziva, you've got to stay with me." Tony said. He was sitting on his legs, holding Ziva with one arm, and applying pressure to her wound with the other arm. Gibbs put two fingers on the side of her neck.

"Her pulse is low."

"Paramedics are on their way, boss." McGee said. Minuets later, the blaring siren could be heard as it neared.. They quickly got out and put her on the stretcher. Tony jumped in after her.

"DiNozzo, what are you doing?!" Gibbs asked loudly. Tony looked at him sharply.

"I'm riding with her, Gibbs." After a second of staring, they closed the ambulance doors.

"Lets go, McGee." He said.

Tony and Gibbs sat outside of Ziva's ICU room, while McGee was on a coffee hunt. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" Both Tony and Gibbs looked up.

"Abs, calm down." Gibbs said calmly. He stood up and hugged her.

"Ziva can't be dead, Gibbs! She's indestructible! She's a warrior! She can't be dead!"

"Abby, Ziva is not dead." He replied. Tony looked back down at Ziva's blood on his hands. He wanted to recall what happened at Jack Traver's house, but he couldn't. All he remembered was Ziva falling to the ground, and dragging her. He dragged Ziva. Ziva didn't need to be dragged. She was strong, she could handle anything. His thoughts were interrupted when McGee tapped him on the shoulder, holding coffee for him. He looked down at his watch. 20 minuets passed.

"Thanks." Tony manged to say. His voice was broken, which caused a look from McGee.

"Tony, it is not your fault." McGee said. Tony only looked at him. He stood up and walked to the elevator. McGee got up and followed him. "DiNozzo, where are you going?"

"Away."