So, the prompt that I used was "needles" and this was the outcome. I don't own NCIS...
She hated needles. She hated the way that the doctors pricked her arm when she needed to get a shot. It was kind of odd, really; she was a trained assassin yet she hated needles with a burning passion. She had hated them ever since she was a little girl.
Now, she hated needles even more. It killed her to watch him lay there, helpless, with a bunch of needles stuck in him. Yes, the needles were delivering medicine to him so he could get better, but she mentally cringed every time she looked at him.
He was asleep. It was almost two in the morning, but she was still there, sitting by his bed. She held his hand, stroking it with her thumb, murmuring prayers in Hebrew. He had to get better. He just had to. She didn't know what she would do without him.
She wasn't supposed to be comforting him anyway. It should have been the other way around. She should be lying in the hospital bed, fighting death, while he was murmuring prayers and holding her hand.
He had jumped in front of her, tackling her to the ground when the gun had gone off. He had taken the bullet in his stomach, rather than her getting the bullet in her chest. She felt his blood dripping down onto her when they were lying on the ground, panting for breath.
Fast-forward time a few days and now here she was, praying that he would live. He had to live. He just had to. He couldn't leave her in America. He was the one that showed her the American ways when she came five years ago. He couldn't just leave. She loved him too much.
Silent tears raced down her cheeks and she let them fall to the ground. Continuing to stroke his hand, she murmured more words in Hebrew. With her free hand she wiped the tears away and then looked down at his sleeping figure. Leaning down she kissed his lips and murmured, "Please, please don't leave. I love you, Tony."
His body stirred and he slowly opened his eyes. Ziva gasped and then watched him, shocked. She squeezed his hand and studied his face. "Tony?" she asked.
He looked up at her, his eyes blinking rapidly. "Ziva," he said weakly, smiling slightly.
She sighed and squeezed his hand again. He cupped her cheek and leaned up to kiss her lips once more. She kissed him back, the relief washing over her.
He pulled away a moment later and murmured, "I love you too, Ziva."