Title: Not Okay

Author: Ihave207Bones, SplishySplash

Pairing: Tony/Ziva

Rating: K+

Spoiler: Up to seven

Summary: Tony is really sick and the doctors think it has to do with his exposure to the pneumonic plague. It's Ziva's turn to see what he went through.

As she turned the water off, her name was called. "Ms. David?" It was one of the doctors who met them at the door. She quickly wrapped a towel around her body and stepped out, the water dripping onto the floor. The man was dressed in a HAZMAT suit and had a file in his hand.

"Yes?" She asked with a frown, the sinking feeling in her stomach was getting deeper, Palmer came out of his stall with his eyes squinted and towel tied tightly around his waist. "Is Tony alright?"

The man looked grimly at his feet, but said nothing about her partner. "We are going to put you both in a room and put you on an antibiotic for the next seventy two hours, to make sure you are not contagious."

Ziva grew furious very quickly and she grabbed the man who turned away from them. "I want to know how Tony is." She snapped, folding her arms tightly to come off frightening. Palmer fell for it, taking a step back from her, but the HAZMAT man didn't.

"I am sorry, Ms. David." He said. "I don't know anything about him at this point." Ziva took a step towards him and grabbed him by the suit, pulling him close to her face and he folded. "I will send somebody to talk to you."

She sighed and looked at Palmer apologetically it was her fault that he was in this mess in the first place. "I'm sorry, Jimmy." She said, reaching for the scrubs that sat on a chair.

He shrugged and placed the top of his scrubs on. "It's alright, Ziva." He said kindly, turning his back to give her some privacy while she changed. "It isn't like we are infected with the plague, right?"

Ziva didn't know how to answer him and before she could another precautionary dressed man stepped into the room. "If you follow me, I will take you to your suite." He said, attempting at humor and failed as Ziva glared at him. He cleared his throat. "It was a joke, I will take you to your room." He was young, a nurse's aide maybe, but that didn't give him the right to joke in this situation and Ziva immediately hated him.

The room wasn't one she had ever seen before. It was a row of beds surrounded by a black light and glass, looking like one of Tony science fiction movies that he loved so much. It had double doors and the room was decompressed. "Welcome to Chez' Quarantine, you can choose which bed . . ."

Ziva rolled her eyes and turned to face him, she was pissed. "Who do you think you are?" She hissed.

"My name is Dr. Reece Miller, I am a resident." He said almost cocky.

She stepped close and poked him with her sharp finger. "Then you should know that this not a joking matter, my partner could be infected with a virus that nearly killed him five years ago. You will find someone who knows something about him or else I will break. . ." She snapped and he froze. The inside set of doors opened with a loud hiss and it momentarily caught her attention. Tony laid on the first bed amidst the tubes and wires, her anger subsided as she trotted to his side. "Tony."

He coughed with a smile on his face. "Threatening the staff. . ." He coughed again. "Already?"

She let out a weak laugh and her hand went through his damp hair. "How are you feeling?" She asked in a whisper. Palmer had disappeared onto a bed at the end of the room to give the partners as much privacy as possible.

"Like I have. . ." He started but was interrupted by another rib shattering cough. ". . . Been here before."

The sliding glass door opened again and a doctor dressed in just a white lab coat and breathing mask walked in. "Tony, I told you that I didn't want to meet under these circumstances again." The man said, his eyes dancing under the black lights. He looked over to Ziva and extended his hand. "Doctor Brad Pitt, no relation to the actor."

She raised an eye brow as if she was supposed to know who that was and looked to Tony. "Mr. and," He coughed again and groaned. "Mrs. Smith, remember?"

She nodded in understanding and took his hand. "Ziva David." She answered.

He picked up Tony's charts and began to read the notes the ER doctors wrote down. "And you were the unlucky one to be around him this time?" He said jokingly, but his smile was hidden under the mask. "So Tony, you know the drill. We will take everyone's blood and test it to see if you came into contact with y-pestis, the put you all on a large dose of streptomycin."

Dr. Pitt motioned for the new doctor to help draw blood from the two that were not bed bound and he chose to work on Palmer. Ziva glared at him and Doctor Pitt motioned for her to sit on the bed, Tony weakly turned his head to watch her. She held her arm out and skillfully he slid the needle into her arm, she didn't flinch as she watched her blood fill the vile. "How do you know Tony?"

"He's my partner at NCIS." She said as he filled another vile.

"Really? Whatever happened to Caitlin Todd?" He asked pulling the needle out of her arm and replacing it with a gauze pad. "She was in here last time with Tony, I really like her."

Ziva looked away with and Tony gasped before coughing again, this time throwing him into a full fit. The doctor looked between the two of them and Ziva took a grip of the gauze so he could look him over, he placed a bigger mask on him and turned it up higher in hopes of not having to shove a tube down his throat. The resident abandoned Palmer as both of them began to work on controlling his oxygen intake, "His O2 stats are dropping. Was he given the streptomycin yet?" The doctor shouted at the younger man, who shook his head and injected it into the IV line. Ziva stepped back to get out of the way and was startled by a knock on the wall drew her attention away from her suffocating partner. "It is going up slightly, we will need to monitor it and if it drop below eighty then we will have to tube him. . ."

It was Gibbs and Ducky. She wandered over to the speaker and she pressed the call button with a bleak smile on her face. "How is he?" Gibbs asked in a low voice.

She shook her head and fought to keep her tough exterior. "I do not know much about his condition, he does not look good." She said weakly, her hand went to her face as a brief moment of panic went through her and she took a shaky breath to calm herself. "He was coughing up blood so much blood."

"Has he said anything about opening anything?" Ducky asked sympathetically, it was hard enough to watch Kate sit through Tony's ordeal, but Ziva was different and more emotionally invested in him.

She shook her head negatively. "He has not been able to talk much." She answered.

Gibbs sighed and rubbed his face. "I sent the CDC to his place to check his things and basically took the same precautions as last time." He said and looked away, forgetting momentarily that Ziva wasn't there for the last time, that it wasn't long after Tony was hospitalized that Kate was killed. "I will get you the case file so you would be up to speed."

"You don't think it was the same people, do you?" Ziva asked, she was well versed herself on what had happened last time when she thought he was sick, but in reality he was dating a woman to get close to her father.

"The woman we arrested for it died in prison last year, but it doesn't mean that someone else could hold a grudge. But we won't know until we get the CDC report and the blood work, I have McGee and Abby running every possible lead if it comes down to that."

She nodded and turned to Tony who was now laying comfortably in bed, offering her a tired smile. "What can I do?" She asked, turning back slowly.

"Just look after him." Gibbs said, she was about to argue but he gave her a look that dared her to and she stopped. "He needs you right now, Ziva."

She nodded with a sigh. "Alright." She said accepting the task weakly.

"We will be back later with more information." Gibbs said with a comforting smile and he turned to leave, but turned back to her. "Tell him that he doesn't have my permission to die."

"Heard that . . ."Tony started and groaned. "Boss. Trying."

Gibbs chuckled before turning away. Ziva scanned the box for Palmer, it wasn't like he could go far, he was taking advantage of the situation and he was asleep in his bed at the far end, She went back to Tony's bed as Brad was adding something to his chart. "I will give you something to help you with the pain and put you to sleep, the results should be back in a few hours and we can get the ball rolling." He said.

Tony shook his head negatively and Ziva slipped her hands into his. "Don't want to sleep." He said weakly, his breaths were escaping him in wheezes that sounded painful.

"Why not Tony?" Ziva asked softly before the doctor could say anything. He shook his head and motioned towards their joined hands. "I cannot go anywhere Tony."

With a sigh, he nodded to the doctor who placed the drug into his IV and the effects were almost instant as the pain in his chest and head began to go away. The doctor began to talk to Ziva, but he couldn't understand what he was saying though her voice rang clearly.

Dr. Pitt left and Ziva moved to go sit on the bed next to him, but he wouldn't release his grip. "Lay with me, please." He asked. She nodded as crawled up on the bed next to him, mindful of all the wires that came from his arms and chest, his head went to her shoulder and he slowly he began to doze off.

She analyzed the situation, this should have been awkward and yet, it was not. When she thought about it, they both had been more compromising positions than this in the past and it made her feel better that she could hear and feel his breath on her neck. She was going to help him get through this.