Title: Things You Can Never Run From
Genre: NCIS – Romance /Angst.
Pairing: First ever double pairing. Gibbs/Abby and Tony/Ziva
Rating: anything goes so M.
Timeline: Season 12 final AU from there
Spoilers: – No, I haven't seen season 12, yet. Will watch it when it airs here next year… but I know Gibbs gets shot and Tony and Ziva have been separated for 2 years. That is about as much as you need to know to go into this.
Summary: One can run from the past, the problem is at some stage you get tired and it catches you. More than ever the truth wants to come out, regardless of whom it hurts. An injury, an old friend, and Pandora's box. Tiva and Gabby, double paring. Set after season 12. goes totally AU.
Disclaimer: Not mine, but fun to play with. Been a while so I'll nuture them some before I hand them back.
A/N: I have been away from this fandom for a long time…. So any ooc moments – please forgive. This mutated into something else whilst written.
Started: October 2015
Language: International English.
Word Count: 1,903
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Tony bolted upright as the shots were fired. Of all the people in the world to be shot it had to be Gibbs, and not once, twice. Tony could already hear Abby's response to the news, her tone, and the fact that he let Gibbs be shot – well actually he did't but it would feel like it. And since the last time Gibbs were injured, there had been a silent pact between them; that he would look out for the agent - not that he wouln't on any other day.
The young boy was captured, but Gibbs still lay on the ground… Gibbs never lay still, Gibbs always got up afterwards. Tony ran to his side, easily noting the blood that was pooling there, they way Gibbs had difficulty breathing. He felt his anger rise, had they not always been told to wear Kevlar; it was Afghanistan for crying out loud! With little enough infrastructure, never mind proper medical facilities. If Gibbs had, Tony would not thinking of a hundred different ways to tell Abby that he's been shot, that he was trying to stop the bleeding while the boss lay seemingly uncontius on the ground – that was the most scary.
They called the medics, while he kept his hand in place trying to remember everything they had been taught on the first aid course – he really needed to go on a refresher. The gurgling sound emending from Gibbs, being indication enough that his lung had been punctured, was deflated with possible internal bleeding. Tony looked at his leg, the shot was either on the knee or very close to it, and he had little enough time to actually consider the implications.
After what felt like an eternity, a medic appeared. Tony held the shirt out of the way and helped the medic to tape the airtight patch over the area, although doubted that it alone would allow the lung to inflate. It did however cut down on the bubbles of blood seeping from the area.
The medic took Gibbs' vitals before attaching a saline drip, which he gave to Tony to hold. After which he drew up something in a syringe, plunging it in the line and checking his watch.
"Whatcha give him?" Tony asked.
"I was told to stabilize him for transport."
"Transport?"
"Medical facility."
"Which?" Tony asked, looking about, there was no way they were going to get a ambulance through those streets. He turned to ask the medic how they would be moving him when the helicopter blades started swirling dust around them, making talking impossible,
Tony watched as a gurney was lowered. Another came to help lift Gibbs onto it, leaving Tony to hold the saline as the strapped him in, taking the bag from him as they signalled to the man to reel him up.
The one man handed him a field phone, shouting over the noise, "Your director."
"Yes Director."
"Agent DiNozzo?" Vance's voice came over the unit, questioningly.
"Yes director."
"You are to accompany Agent Gibbs to Israel."
"Israel?" Tony questioned, suddenly bewildered, there was no reason for them to go to Israel, surely.
"Agent Gibbs needs medical attention." Vance stated, which to Tony felt like a no-brainer. "Our relations with Mosad are a lot better than any of the others in the region." Tony could only agree with that, "You are to escort him to Tel Aviv Sourasky Medical Centre, and await for further instructions there.
"Director?" Tony started, knowing that all passports and goods were still at there lodgings.
"It is a two hour direct flight from there, Agent DiNozzo, I will contact you again after you have landed. I trust you know Israel by now."
"Yes Director." Tony said, knowing that there was no way he could avoid the trip, and he avoided even thinking of Israel, now he was forced to go there.
The one man took the phone from him while the other helped him to climb into the sling, again signalling for them to lift it.
Tony felt the pressure on his thighs, he hated slings, they always left bruises.
He moved shifted and allowed them to pull him in next to the door and climbed into the area, careful not to bump Gibbs' gurney, the door closed and he was hardly given enough time to settle before the helicopter turned to assume it's route.
It was not te way he envisioned returning to Israel, the memories alone being difficult enough. He wondered if she was there, if she would be home; the one person he tried so hard to not think about. It had been easier, at times, until things happened and he almost anticipated that she would be there, only to see McGee or Bishop. That was when it got to him the most. That was when he wanted to scream at the injustice of it all. He wanted her back, just somehow, anyhow. Just so that he had something to really anchor him, other than Abby and Gibbs.
He had made his intention s clear the last time, and she her choices. He hated them, but respected tem.
He was pulled from his thought when the one medic shifted to check on Gibbs, It was only then that he realized Gibbs' pants had been rented and they were dressing it. He rubbed his hands over his face, loudly groaning, thinking, he was getting too old for this.
They landed on the hospital roof, and within moments of disembarking and offloading Tony could identify the Mosad agents as the stood alongside the medical staff. Massad agents had that way about them, they were effective but staid out the way. Gibbs Was placed on a proper gurney and wheeled towards the doors, Which was where He and Tony were separated.
"Hey! Hey!" Tony called, only to be pulled to the side by a Mosad agent he had not met before.
"They will take him down to surgery, they are waiting for him." Tony nodded, "You are to remain with me." The agent said in their usual flat, yet determined manner. His accent reminded Toney so much of Ziva. And for a moment Tony thought he could breathe. He'd actually thought her name and things did not fall apart.
"What is your name?" Tony asked as they made for the door.
"You will know it better as Jacob."
"Well Jacob, I'd say we have a long wait ahead of us."
"They warned me about you," the man said looking at Tony, "But I think you are too concerned to cause trouble."
"Me trouble? Never." Tony said veining innocence as they entered the elevator.
"I expect you would like something to drink." Jacob stated more that asked,
"I'd say half a bottle of bourbon should do it," Tony thoughtlessly said, which earned him a frown from Jacob. "Then I might be able to call Abby." Tony added.
"Your wife?" Jacob questioned.
"Um, no, Abby is, Abby is…" Tony thought over how best to explain it to him
"Agent Gibbs' wife?"
"Abby is more like our mother hen." Tony finally said. "Loves you no matter what, but you feel shit if you let her down."
Jacob frowned at that, eventually shaking his head.
"Tony looked around him finally asking, "Where is the nurse with all the paperwork, usually they would be shouting at me by now."
"His documentation has been taken care of" Jacob again flatly stated.
Tony simply nodded. It explained why no one had questioned him about their travel documents, or paperwork. He settled on one of the chairs in the waiting area and ran his hands though his hair, taking a deep breath… who was he kidding it would take a whole bottle of something before he had the guts to call Abby.
Annothe Mossad agent stepped closer and offered him a can of soda, "The sugar will help for the shock. The voice was so familiar his head shot up.
"Liat," He said taking the can from her.
"Agent DiNozzo," She replied.
"Here to baby sit?"
She shook her head, "No, I came to relive one of the staff, my director wants to see him, but I thought I would come say hello first."
Tony nodded.
"Do not concern yourself, Agent Gibbs is in good hands."
Again Tony nodded.
"I must go, but I will see you again, yes?"
" Possibly," Tony replied, looking at the can
"It is safe, it is from the vending machine, I will have them forward you some money, you will be hungry no doubt." And with that she left
Toney simply shook his head as he watched her leave.
Jacob again approached Tony and extended his hand, "You understand that I need to take your weapon, you, um, have a reputation with Mosad."
Tony nodded a she reached to unclip his gun handing it to the agent.
"I will return this, "Jacob said indicating to Tony's gun, "As soon as everything is cleared. You may keep your badge."
Tony took a deep breath and finally pulled out his phone to checked for signal.
"You will not be able to use that. All cellular equipment is blocked on this floor, for safety reasons."
Tony looked at the man, a frown forming on his face.
"It is also to prevent any interference with the equipment. If you want, you can make a call outside the hospital doors, I will show you."
Tony hesitantly looked at the doors, he knew that they would have told the director that they had reached the hospital, safety, but he needed to call back and let everyone, especially Abby, know what was going on. He knew she would be in a state.
"They will be busy for several hours, reconstructing his knee, there is time." Jacob encouraged him.
With his mind made up, Tony made to the doorway to make the one call he dreaded most.
The call home had not gone much better than he was feeling at the moment, Gibbs had been in surgery for what felt like an eternity, but in fact was a little under two hours. He could not get through to Abby, her line had been busy the whole time, which concerned him even more. A call to Ducky had confirmed her state of mind, which had been no surprise to Tony, she was mumbling and muttering and stressing. Tony had briefly spoken to McGee, only to lean that although the children had been secured the guy had gone underground again, and that it could take some time before they learnt anything, The case had gone cold, the boss was out, and he was in a country he could not make his mind up about.
Tony ended the call and made his way back to the waiting area, he felt in his pockets, only belatedly realizing that he had not Sheckle on him. A few moment later one of the men placed a few notes in his hand and Tony looked at him, thankfully.
"Liat." The man stated. "It is not much, but you look like you need something sweet to eat." Tony turned to the machine as the man continued. "You sure you do not want to let one of the doctors check you over? You could have an injury you are not even aware of ."
Tony shook his head, "I was nowhere near the actual shooting. Took me several seconds to get there."
"You must not blame yourself, it happens to even the best of us. He needs you to be strong for him."
Tony again nodded in response, checking his watch, suddenly realizing that its time would also be off.
The man gave him the time and then gestured to one of the couches, "Sit they will still be long. The wait is always the worst, but they will let you know as soon as he is done."
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