SCRAPE!

The squeal of the tires faded but the sound of the horn blared, piercing the quiet of what would otherwise have been a beautiful early spring night. A stabbing pain in his head and blood… blood was everywhere. Who it belonged to he couldn't be sure. The horn… The realization dawns and Tony slowly, dumbly lifts his eyes. A hand. Her hand. Panic rises as he struggles to lift own hand. 'That damned horn!' His head was swimming, the pain too sharp. He falls into darkness, the hand falling without feeling.

A horn… 'No, a siren.' Jostled about, the pain brings him back into consciousness. Breathing quickly, the fear rose again in him. Not fear for self, but for another. 'Where is she?' His eyes flit open and shut, the light in the cabin of the ambulance is too strong. That doesn't stop his body from jump starting. Shifting his limbs, attempting to get up. The pain. He grunts as he forces himself to rise. A woman, not the one he's searching for, tries to lay him back down. A moan escapes his mouth but he complies, unable to do anything but. The woman turns around, grabs a vial. He makes out the first three letters on the label.

"MOR" He writhes about on top of the table, he has to find her. 'Where? Why isn't she here?'… with him. The terror, a hormonal cocktail pulses into his system. He pushes himself up. Blood flows down his face, and that horn… In his head, never fading.

"Ziva" The medic tries to lower him down on to the stretcher, but he won't give in this time. "Ziva… ZIVA!" She did not answer. Clenching and relaxing his jaw, anxious, he looked about the cabin. The medic grabbed a hold of him again, this time attempting to force him down onto the stretcher. Resisting stubbornly, he babbled.

"Where is she? Is she okay? Tell me!" He took hold of the medic and shoved her off with surprising force. She slammed against the wall of the ambulance. Turning, she grabbed a needle full of a clear liquid. Tony reached down, attempting to pull the IV line from the back of his hand. A needle prick and his vision dulled along with his motor skills. She laid him down. "I'm sorry. I really am." Her sympathetic look told him all he needed to know. He struggled to rise again, but the dark was rushing back over him. Helpless, he slammed his eyes shut and as the dark took him, her name the last sane word that passed through his mind.

'Ziva…'

Lights.

Such bright light. 'Oh god. I'm dead.' Shifting around he hears the squeak of the hospital bed and the rest of the sound hits him. Beeping, voices, doors open and close again. The light flashes as the forms of the medical staff shield his face. He pulls his hand towards his face to cover his eyes only to meet resistance. His confusion is immediate. He forces his head to move, trying to get a better look. Lolling it to the side he sees the padded cuffs on his arms and legs. His antics during his ambulance ride had forced them into more extensive protective measures. His jacket and shirt were removed, discarded in a torn mess on a cart in a corner of the room. Using this opportunity he took a long look at his bruised and battered body. He was covered in half dried blood all across his torso. The pattern suggested that it had originated from his head. A few small gashes where glass had cut him. He began to take a deep breath, relieved that his injuries were minor only to send a wave of sharp pain through his body. His ribs. A dark bruise and a large amount of swelling. 'A break. Damnit.'

He pushed his head back into the bed, frustrated. A call came across the intercom and half the staff in his room rushed out of the door. The windows were large and Tony watched as they crossed the hall into the trauma room directly across from him. Terror gripped him when he saw her. Ziva was bleeding from a wound on her head, completely unconscious. The sound of the alarm coming from the heart monitor was a horrifyingly unbroken note. No beeps, just a long screech. A Doctor called "Clear!" and placing paddles on her bare chest sent an electric charge coursing through her system. The reality of the situation suddenly struck his concussed mind.

"ZIVA!"

He screamed her name over and over. The doctors and nurses struggling to calm him as he ripped at his restraints, the pain in his ribs nothing compared to the pain inside his chest. That fear, that feeling of doom compounded by his helplessness.

Gibbs was standing just outside the entrance to trauma, a coffee in his hand. Mcgee approached, a blank look as he took his place beside Gibbs. The call had come out of nowhere. Even now, Gibbs had no idea what to think. His gut was telling him this wasn't an accident. He wanted to get out there, find that bastard Bodnar and well, make him feel the pain that his team was feeling right now.

A call for a crash cart came over the radio. Gibbs and Mcgee peered through the windows in the door to the Trauma rooms. They couldn't see much. The Doctors rushed into a room across from where they knew Dinozzo had been taken. 'Ziva.' It passed through his mind like a whisper. He moved the coffee to his other hand and took a swig, getting his body to do something, anything to distract him even a little bit from the thought of losing another member of his team. Of his family.

"ZIVA!" Dinozzo's scream wrenched at his heart. Father mode kicked in. Tossing his coffee in the trash, he waited momentarily as the door swung open, letting a family member of some unknown patient through. He grabbed it before it closed, threw Mcgee a quick look and forced his way into trauma. Tony's screams tore through the air, quickening Gibbs' pulse. He ran to origin of the screaming. He and Mcgee were shocked as they saw Tony, bloodied and covered in wounds yelling out to his partner. He yanked at his restraints desperately, tears welling in his eyes. His wailing was pathetically helpless and desperate. Gibbs clenched his jaw. He hesitated, afraid of what he'd see if he turned around. Taking a quickly drawn breath and did an about-face.

He held back a gasp. Removed of everything but her underclothing bottoms, Ziva lay unconscious of the world as Doctors pumped her heart for her. The screeching sound of the heart monitor was terrible. Gibbs and Mcgee stood frozen in place. They recharged the paddles and gave her one final shock. Beeps, small intermittent beeps, but they were beeps. Everyone, including the Doctors held their breath as they watched and listened to the machine. A few more seconds and the beeps grew stronger and pulled closer together. The sound of Tony's screams was gone and spinning around Gibbs saw why. The Doctors pulled the syringe out of his IV as Tony's head fell back. His lips mumbled a name. Gibbs knew.

He'd always known. Some rules were made to be broken.

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