Author's Note: I got the idea and started writing this after I watched "Berlin". Hope you like it and please review! ^_^
"Tony," Ziva said, looking into his eyes lovingly. Tony barely had time to respond before they were hit by the speeding SUV. The force of the impact sent Tony's red car veering across the empty intersection as shards of glass from the passenger side window cut into the two NCIS agents' skin. Tony's bloodied hand reached out to grab Ziva's, but fell limp. Everything went black.
Tony slowly opened his eyes, groggily looking around the plain blue and white hospital room. His entire body ached as if; well, as if he'd been hit by a car. His skin was decorated with bruises and cuts which had been stitched and bandaged. He reached up, lightly fingering the gauze on his cheek and forehead. Tony's gaze shifted to the sleeping figure across the room. It was none other than the happy-go-lucky goth forensic scientist Abby. He recognized the jacket covering her belonged to McGee. Gibbs was probably around, but where was Ziva? Memories of the previous night flooded back into his head as the door of the room opened.
"Ziva…" Tony mumbled. McGee looked over at the sound of his friend's voice, a smile forming on his face.
"Tony, you're awake," He said, "How are you feeling?"
"Where's Ziva?" Tony asked. The smile disappeared from McGee's face and was replaced with a more solemn expression. He sat down in the chair next to the bed, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly before turning his head to face Tony.
"Tony, Ziva is in the intensive care unit." McGee said, "She's stable, but it pretty bad shape." Tony drew in a sharp breath. Ziva had been in the passenger's seat. She'd taken more of the impact than he had; of course she'd be worse off.
"How bad?" Tony asked, his hazel eyes meeting McGee's.
"A few broken bones, a concussion, and several lacerations and bruises." McGee replied, "Gibbs is with her now,"
Tony threw the blanket off and started to stand up. McGee put a hand on his shoulder and tried to get him to sit back down saying "Tony stop, you're not supposed to get up."
"Get out of my way Tim, I need to see her." Tony grumbled. The commotion had woken Abby up, and in seconds she was across the room hugging Tony, her gravelly voice saying his name in delight.
"Oh Tony, I was so worried!" Abby said. She hugged him a bit tighter, causing him to grunt in pain. "Oh, sorry!"
"It's okay Abby," Tony sighed. He sat back down, realizing that trying to fight both the goth and McGee would be a futile attempt.
Tony sat in the room with Abby and McGee for another painstakingly slow hour until a doctor came in with papers saying he could be discharged from the hospital. He changed into a pair of jeans and a red Ohio State tee shirt which McGee had brought over for him. As soon as he was officially discharged, he left his coworkers and headed to the ICU.
The smell of bleach filled his nose as he hurried down the halls. He had never liked hospitals, especially after his bout with the plague. However, this time the walls seemed to close around him as he walked and his heart sped up with every step. Tony stopped at the nurse's station to ask where Ziva's room was, and the nurse pointed across the hall. As Tony hurried into the room, he almost ran into Gibbs.
"Sorry boss," He muttered. Gibbs gave a simple nod and stepped to the side so Tony could see his partner.
Ziva was hooked up to several wires and tubes. Her head was bandaged along with her left arm; her right arm had been secured in a white cast. Bruises and cuts littered her beautiful skin. Tony's breath hitched in his throat as he walked over to the bed. He sat down next to the bed and took Ziva's hand in his.
"Ziva…"
"She'll be alright DiNozzo," Gibbs said, "She's a fighter."
"I know," Tony replied, smiling weakly. Gibbs stepped out, leaving the two agents in the dark room.
It was quiet except for the rhythmic beeping of the machines and the occasional shuffle of shoes and carts outside the door. Tony's gaze was fixed on Ziva as he rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb, silently begging her to wake up. He needed to hear her voice; needed Ziva to tell him that everything would be okay and that this was just one of the risks that came with being a federal agent.
"We walk through those doors every day, knowing that it could be our last."
Ever since Ziva had spoken those words, Tony realized just how fragile life was and now he prayed that walking into the elevator on the way to Berlin wouldn't be the last time.
Tony stayed with Ziva for hours. Doctors and nurses came in and out of the room every hour. Ducky, Jimmy and Breena had also stopped by to see how they were doing. It was a quarter after six when Abby and McGee stopped by. After much persuasion, they finally convinced Tony to get dinner with them and go home for the night. Tony gave Ziva's hand a little squeeze saying "I'll be back tomorrow" before turning and walking out of the bleak room.
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