A/N: This story will be between 1- 3 chapters depending on the Muses. Thank you in advance for reading and I hope you enjoy! Oh, I don't own NCIS or anything else associate with it.
How do you hold on when your husband is facing a life- threatening illness that seems to have the upper hand?Will hope become triumph?
It's The Waiting That Will Kill You
Chapter 1: Hope Teeters
The past year and a half seemed like forever for the couple. It was full of stresses and worries. The one silver lining in their life, was sitting on his night stand, their daughter Sara. They listened intently as the doctor was informing them of the latest update. Their hope once again was teetering while waiting for the doctor to finish.
Flashback:
She watched through the window as her husband lay sleeping. He had been at the facility for so long that everyone was on a first name basis. Although their hope often teetered,she knew the fighter in him would keep climbing the uphill battle. In time, the battle he kept facing started to show signs of paying off.
Dr. Long, learning from past experience, announced himself before approaching Ziva.
"Ziva. I need to speak with you in private." Ziva followed him to his office. Once inside, he motioned for her to sit down. Once she was situated he began to speak
"I just wanted you to know that we are starting to see improvement. It's been two months since we started the treatment. As I'm sure you can attest,he's gained a good amount of stamina. (he pauses for a moment) How's the pregnancy going by the way?"
Remarkably, considering the circumstances.(Ziva lightly shook her head before speaking trying to figure out how the subject had changed) Kevin I do not want to seem ungrateful, but could you please cut through the race, I would really like to get my husband home."
Even though he was use to Ziva's version of idioms, it still elicited a chuckle from him. "Not at all. I have no problem cutting to the chase." (He cleared his throat when he observed Ziva's glare) Once he composed himself, he continued his conversation.
"Since your husband has responded so well, we're going to allow him to have home visits. Office visits will stay the same until we reach six months. By then we should know for sure whether or not this treatment is working."
With that good news given, Ziva stood up and thanked him.
As time went by, he grew stronger and stronger. His home visits brought great joy because of the time spent with his family. Against Ziva's protesting, he would prepare meals for them. When his home visits were able to occur during certain weekdays, Ziva was always home on time to share dinner with her family- Gibb's rule. At least once a month , to show their support, the team would either gather at Gibbs' or Ducky's for family dinner.