A/N: OK dudes. It's Vengeance. So this is my first attempt at a NCIS Fanfic. So bare with me please? Hopefully I can make it good!

Disclaimer: I own nothing! I wish I did… Especially one Tony DiNozzo, but I don't.

« Shit. Shit. Shit. » Cursed one Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo. This wasn't good. He was presently staked outside of a Local Starbucks, beside him where McGee and Gibbs. You probably noticed one was missing. His partner, the reason for them being here staked out, Officer Ziva David was actually in the Starbucks, bleeding on the floor.

Tony jumped a little as he felt a hand come down rather roughly on his shoulder. He turned his head and found himself face to face with his Boss "Calm down DiNozzo. She's a tough one, we'll get her out." He stated confidently. Tony however wasn't so convinced. Sure Ziva was tough; she was basically a Ninja, butt that didn't make her invincible. As much as he wished it did.

"But will she be alive, Boss? That's a lot of blood, and that guy is crazy." He stated silently. That was his partner in there, and he was out here safe, and not with her. He gave a little sigh as the only answer he got from Gibbs was a tightening of the hand on his shoulder, and then the complete lack of it. He had to take his eyes of where he had been staring for a bit, and turned to look at Probie. He was there tapping away on that laptop of his.

If he was being absolutely honest with himself, he wished he was the nerd at the moment. At least then he would have something to do. But no, all he could do was sit there behind the Charger and watch as the blood pooled around Ziva's body, dripping from the three bullet holes in her abdomen.

We have a clear shot. Do we take it? Came the voice from the radio tucked away in Gibbs' pocket. Tony instantly turned his head to look with wide eyes at his Boss, fearing for some wild reason he would say no. Of course, Tony's fears were completely stupid as Gibbs barked orders to shoot into the Radio.

Seconds later there were three gun shots, two from a Sniper on the roof, and one from another Sniper off the side of the road. Then, just like in one of the movies he liked so much, everything seemed to go in slow motion for Tony. As soon as he saw the body start to fall he hopped up and started running to the door. He was the first one in the Shop; five civilians were also there. He paid them no mind though; he ran right to where Ziva lay, her breath coming in extremely shallow, her eyes almost completely closed.

"Come on Ziva. Keep your eyes open." He said lifting her head and holding it on his lap. Seconds later there was Medical attention at her side, ripping open her blood soaked shirt, and revealing the gaping holes in her flesh. He vaguely noticed McGee and Gibbs run in. McGee started looking and checking out the scene and Gibbs walked to the perpetrator feeling his neck. He turned to look at the EMT's yelling. "I've got a pulse!" And just like that there were less people around him and Ziva as he pulled the hair back out of her sweaty face and kept whispering for her to keep her eyes open.