Standard disclaimers apply. I don't own any references to Cloak and Dagger, Bury Your Dead, Judgment Day Part II, SWAK, or any other N.C.I.S. episode references that may appear, to varying degrees of relevance, within the story.

Hey, all. So I know my profile says I am on a temporary hiatus from writing for a couple reasons, but I've been thinking on a storyline for a while now, several weeks, and I just couldn't stand it not being on paper any longer. Granted, it was difficult to start out, for reasons I don't yet understand, but once I got going, things got better, though not easier. You'll see why.

The story behind this story is kinda funny, actually. Back when I posted the completed chapter 5 of La loro vita nueva insieme, "The Bird Has Flown," tiffaroolou reviewed it for me, as she always does ;), and she said that a quote within that story inspired her to write another story. However, at the time, it was just a small idea, and we both got busy with school and it was basically forgotten. But then, about the week before Christmas or so, we started talking about it (it was more along the lines of I bugged her about it, I tend to do that. Sorry, Tiff, but you didn't stop me, lol) and our talking inspired me to write a story that related to that quote, though the quote will not appear in this story (it's "Never be hesitant to tell someone you love them, because you never know just when it might be the last time," in case any of you are curious.)

And so, after some work, I present to you I've Seen This Movie. It is based within season 6, though nowhere specifically, and is AU. I think that's all about that for now, though.

A big thanks goes out to my lovely beta reader, tiffaroolou (previously known as Tiffany331), for allowing me to bounce ideas off her and otherwise utilize her very creative capabilities! Thanks, chica, you rock!

That's all I'm going to say for now. Happy (erm, theoretically) Reading.

Renthead07

Default Chapter- The Accident

The Mossad liaison officer sat motionless on the soft, squishy brown sofa chair in the white Bethesdawaiting room. No part of her body moved, not even her eyes. She sat, curled up cat-like, in the chair, and did not acknowledge the presence of one of her team moving toward her. Only when a soft voice spoke her name, did she look up.

"Ziva."

Ziva looked up at Gibbs, but said nothing. Her despairing expression spoke volumes.

"It was not your fault."

"Yes, it was, Gibbs," Ziva said. "Tony is dying and it is my fault."

"It was an accident, Ziva. You know that."

"I do not have accidents, Gibbs!" Ziva stated firmly. Her agitation caused her to rise from her chair and begin to pace. Mostly, the pacing action was an effort to hide from Gibbs the tears that were forming in her eyes. But she knew he could see them. "I should have been more careful."

It had been a case of a drug bust within a mob, at a huge warehouse on the south side of D.C.

Gibbs shook his head. "Ziva, had you been more careful, we wouldn't have brought down those bastards today," he said. "Tony knows being an agent means putting his life on the line every day. If he was afraid of that or unwilling to risk it, then he wouldn't be here."

"He may not be here by morning, Gibbs," Ziva said quietly.

"Tony's a fighter. If he doesn't make it, he'll have to answer to me. And he knows it," Gibbs said.

"I hope he knows it, Gibbs," Ziva said. "Otherwise, we will be down an agent. Again."

"You have to have faith, Ziva," Gibbs said. "You have to think positive thoughts."

Not convinced, Ziva nodded and went and sat back down, letting the memory wash over her again.

The team had gone to the south side of town, to a huge warehouse, in order to perform a drug bust within a major D.C. mob.

Upon arriving, they split up, to take the suspects by surprise and from the outside. McGee went left and Ziva went right, while Gibbs covered the front and Tony went to the back.

On Gibbs' signal, each member of the team kicked in their respective door and rushed into the warehouse. The mob was ready and immediately opened fire. Shots rang out instantly, their sounds echoing eerily within the metal warehouse. Too many shots to count. The team took cover behind any nearby crates. The silence between volleys seemed heavier and louder than the actual moments of gunfire.

Suddenly, Ziva heard heavy running footsteps coming from behind her, fast. Instantly, her reflexes kicked in and she whirled around, gun still drawn. One of the mob members was feet from her, Tony behind him, gun also drawn. Quick as a flash, she squeezed off one, two, three rounds into the man's chest, directly into his heart. In only moments, he fell to his knees, then onto the cold concrete floor and moved no more.

What Ziva was not expecting was the senior field agent to go down, too.

Tony's face was a mixture of shock, confusion, and pain. Hazel eyes stared in horror at dark brown ones. Then Tony collapsed to the floor.

In seconds, Ziva had holstered her gun and bolted over to Tony, completely ignoring two more shots that rang out. He was staring up at her, breathing raggedly. But Tony was able to get one word out.

"Ziva..." he croaked, before succumbing to a coughing fit, a vain attempt to breathe past the blood spilling from his chest.

"Shh, Tony, do not talk," Ziva said, as she immediately took off her jacket and placed it over his chest wound and applied firm, steady pressure with her hands. Gibbs turned him over onto one side, then the other. Tony let out a strangled yell of pain, then he passed out completely.

Damn, Gibbs thought, no exit wound.

"McGee, call 911!" he barked. "Keep applying pressure, Ziva." Ziva nodded, as Gibbs checked that Tony was still breathing. He was, for now.

McGee, who was white as a ghost, was already on the phone with an operator. Hands shaking badly, he gave directions to the warehouse, figuring the E911 address was of little use.

For a moment, Tony opened his eyes, then said the last thing Ziva ever thought she'd hear him say.

"You know... this reminds me of a movie..."

Tony barely completed the phrase before passing out. But he was still breathing.

"Ziva, McGee, check the bodies," Gibbs said, not leaving Tony's side. "I've got him."

McGee and Ziva went around and checked the bodies of the deceased mob members, including the leader. Then it clicked: those had been the last two gunshots she had heard. Her mind seemed disconnected from what her hands were doing.

Ziva raced back over to Gibbs, as Tony suddenly regained consciousness and hacked up blood.

"Easy, son, easy," Gibbs said, turning Tony onto his side, to allow for some of the blood to drain out of his mouth.

"I'm cold, Boss..." Tony took in a shuddering breath, then passed out again. A moment later, Ziva heard Tony softly exhale, then his chest ceased rising and falling entirely.

"Oh no, you don't! You're not allowed to die on me, DiNozzo, do you hear me?" Gibbs barked, as he checked for a pulse, and, finding none, began chest compressions. After the correct number of compressions, he gave Tony two rescue breaths and checked again for a pulse. Again, there was nothing. Gibbs quickly resumed CPR.

Sometime later, the team heard sirens and the ambulance raced first into view, then up to the front of the warehouse. McGee waved them down and the EMTs rushed in with a gurney. Two EMTs quickly secured Tony onto the gurney and started an I.V., while a third continued compressions and a fourth breathed for Tony with a bag mask.

The team could only watch helplessly as the ambulance raced away. Then all the team could do was to wait for Ducky, Jimmy, and the M.E. vans to transport the bodies to headquarters, then get to the hospital and wait for word on Tony.

"Dwelling on what happened won't help make it any easier, Ziva," a deep Scottish voice said.

Ziva jumped. For a moment, she had forgotten where she was and who she was with. At the moment, she felt all alone.

"I know, Ducky, but it is better than pretending it did not happen," Ziva said.

"No one's pretending, Ziva," Ducky said.

"I know, Ducky!" Ziva said sharply, irritably. "Do you not understand how I am feeling? Tony may be dying because of me."

"You cannot think like that, my dear. Tony knows you would never do that on purpose. You're allowed to make mistakes," Ducky said.

"No, I am not, Ducky," Ziva said. "In Mossad, they terminate those who make mistakes."

Ziva could not think of anything more to say, so she settled on inhaling a deep breath and sitting down once more.

Gibbs nodded wordlessly, in response to silence. He knew pretty accurately how she was feeling at the moment. All the team could do at the moment was what they hated most— sit and wait on the sidelines, while one of their most important members of the team fought for his life. They could only pray and hope for the best. But all were terrified of what possible outcome was due to follow.

Hope everyone had a good New Year's Eve. Mine wasn't bad. Have a great 2011, everyone. Any resolutions? Reviews are encouraging. Thank you.

Renthead07