Hi, this is my first ever NCIS fanfic. I hope you like it. I don't own anything. I love reviews so if I get enough I'll continue.

Tony waited silently for McGee and Ziva to finish bagging evidence so they could take it back to Abby. Gibbs had already left, going to get a refill on his coffee. Ducky and Palmer had already bagged up the body and were taking it to autopsy as we speak (well technically as I type).

"Ziva, don't you think we have enough evidence?" Tony asked, pointing to the bag of dirt in her hand, which she was filling to add to the collection of bags of dirt laid next to her.

"Yeah, uh, Ziva, Gibbs said a sample." McGee pointed out, brushing himself off as he stood up, a crate of evidence in his hands.

"Well, I am just trying to be thorough," Ziva stated. Tony rolled his eyes and took the crate from McGee's hands.

"While you do that, I'll take this back to the car." Ziva and McGee watched Tony stumble towards the car like a drunk. It was Ziva's turn to roll her eyes.

"Has Tony never been hiking before?" Ziva chuckled, asking McGee.

"Not that I know of, more of a city-boy if you ask me." Tim McGee answered, chortling at Tony's poor attempt to walk up the hill to the black car with the crate in his hands.

"I am-" Ziva was interrupted by a gun shot. Instinctively Ziva crouched down and pulled out her gun. Quickly she checked her partner. He was in the same position she was. Tony signaled Ziva to follow him as they slowly crept towards where the sound came from.

After checking out the area and finding nothing Tony suddenly asked Ziva, "Where's Probie?" Ziva noticed a change in Tony's voice, now urgent and worried.

"Um," Ziva felt a mental head slap from Gibbs, "I thought McGee would be…" Ziva didn't finish the sentence. Instead she slowly turned around. Behind her was a McGee, lying face down. Tony immediately ran to him, Ziva following.

"Timmy, McGee, Elf-Lord?" Tony called, snapping in front of his face, trying to get him to wake up. Ziva quickly whipped out her phone, calling 911.

"No Time," Tony said, "There's a hospital one mile down the road." He recalled it from driving there so many times, dreading that he is forced to go there. But if that's what he had to do to save his friend, that's what he's going to do.

Normally Ziva would've asked Tony why he knew this place so well even though it's a forty-five minute drive out of the way. But this was no time for questions now.

In the car with the one and only time Ziva will ever be driving, Tony was worried about HER reaction. He was thinking about telling Ziva to play along, but realized it was her day off.

"Thank God," Tony thought relieved, "I don't know how I was going to get out of this one." Now he could focus on his wounded friend.

Tony looked out the window; the hospital parking was his view. Ziva was already opening the back car door to get McGee out.

"Mr. Din-" the lobby nurse was cut off by Tony.

"I have a friend here that got one bullet wound in his leg; can you take him right away?" He pointed to the passed out younger agent in the seat next to the Israeli woman.

"Of course Mr. DiNardo." Tony nervously glanced at Ziva. She shot a look that said, "DiNardo?"

Tony ignored the look and sat down on the other side of Ziva, placing a hand on her knee. The nurse came to take McGee. They stayed silent for ten minutes before Ziva asked in a soft voice, "What will we say to Gibbs?"

"I don't know." Tony stated, "If we tell Gibbs the truth, he might…" Tony didn't have to go on.

More Silence.

Pacing.

More silence.

Coffee break.

Finally a nurse came in, a stony expression on her face, "Mr. DiNardo, Ms. Benoit will see you now." Tony face must've shown complete shock because the nurse laughed, "Oh Tony, you look like you've seen a ghost!"

"Yes Mr. DiNardo, why?" Ziva asked suspiciously.

"Um, this was supposed to be her day off." Tony tried to whisper but Ziva heard anyway. Her eyebrows raised.

"Suzie called in sick so Jeanne offered to come in. You better hurry; she's dying to see you." The young nurse winked and walked back in through the doors.

Tony was about to walk in the door, but Ziva grabbed his arm, shoving him back to the chairs.

"Tony," she said in a low voice, "I know what is going on." Tony was surprised. Had the Director told her?

"Listen Tony," Ziva said, "it was not that hard to figure out." Tony's eyes got wide. Was it really that easy?

"Tony you could have told me you are sick. You did not have to hide it. You did not have to make up a fake name and lie to everyone. Just please tell me what is wrong."

Tony was about to answer, unbelieving the luck he was having, when the doors opened. Out came Jeanne Benoit. She looked around, spotted Tony, and ran into his arms.

"Oh Tony, are you okay?" she questioned, "What happened? Was there a shooting at the school? Are the children okay? How did that happen to that poor man?"

Tony kept on hugging her and kissing, mumbling that he was alright. Ziva was taken back by the sight…and the questions. What school? What children? Clearly Tony has some kind of relationship.

Ziva cleared her throat, hoping they'd notice her. They did, Tony shooting her an I'll-explain-later-just-be-nice glare, and then looked like he wanted to die. The girl straightened her skirt, extending her hand, but slowly, looking suspiciously at Tony. Ziva didn't return her hand. They just stared each other, Officer David giving her death glare, while the doctor stared her stony glare.

Tony, getting squirmy, said, "Ms. David (Ziva gave him a questioning look) this is Dr. Benoit and Jeanne this is-"

Ziva cut him off, "Ziva David, Tony DiNozzo's partner. We work for NCIS."

For once, Tony had no answer for his "girlfriend".