Waking up in Paris

AN:This fic kinda happened accidentally, I was falling asleep in the car and I let my mind wander, and I liked the idea so much I had to write it down. But I didn't have my papers, so I wrote it as a text in my phone. AU, and a little sketchy on details from time to time, with some changes here and there. Bear with me, and I think you might like it!!!

Disclaimer: No, I don't own the song Waking up in Vegas by Katy Perry, or NCIS. These are just things that I like to borrow.

She was shot, lying on the floor when Tony and Ziva blazed into the diner, guns raised.

"Tony!" Ziva screamed, running to the right side of the room.

There lay Director Sheppard, in a small pool of blood by her right arm and hip. Tony bolted across the room and knelt down by her side, checking her pulse.

"Zi, its faint, but its there, call an ambulance. And get Gibbs out here.

He began to perform CPR, thinking to himself, Come on Jenny, you have to hold on. Gibbs will kill me if you don't. Or you will… Does this count as breaking Rule 12?

Her eyes fluttered open, as if on cue, causing him to snap upright.

"Director! You've gotta stay with me." He said as Ziva ran in.

"There is an ambulance on the way. You need to stay awake. You're strong, do it for yourself, the agency… do it for Gibbs." Ziva said, attempting to remain calm, but a conscious Jenny or even a focused Dinozzo could see the cracks in her demeanor.

She sounded in agreement. It was just so hard to keep her eyes open. They felt like they were weighed down with bricks. She had to stay awake. Think of Jethro. His piercing blue eyes, His silver gray hair…


She awoke in the ambulance, her mind secretly hoping to see those piercing blues staring into her deep emerald eyes, but they were met with those of an EMT, a shallow brown color.

"Miss Sheppard! I need you to stay awake!" He said, putting pressure on her arm, which would not stop bleeding apparently.

Turning her head she saw Ziva, who looked somewhat shaken despite her training, leaning he head on Tony's shoulder, who was visibly upset.

Becoming aware of her consciousness first, Ziva spoke, her words shaken, but somewhat strong and forceful.

"Jenny, you can do this, you are stronger than this-"

"-And you need to fight it off.", Tony chimed in. "You can't leave the kids without mommy, daddy will kill us."

She tried to laugh, but coughed instead. It didn't matter. Tony and Ziva saw the smile in her eyes as they flicked shut.

She thought back to Paris as she lost perception.
She spent some time drifting in and out of consciousness, her thoughts on Marseille, Serbia, Positanio, and Paris and what happy times they were, and how happy they were, together.
And this made her mind subconsciously set. She would wake up; she was determined to see him.
But what she didn't know was that it wasn't Paris, and it wasn't 1999.