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They remained still, shocked and scared.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion until someone's shaken voice cut their fears in half.

"Tony! Ziva! You guys okay?" McGee's called echoed through the warehouse sounding panicked.

"We are both fine McBreak-the-silence" Tony taunted back in his direction so relieved to hear that McGee was okay.

"B-b-b-boss" Tim stuttered.

"Yeyaah" Gibbs called standing from behind an over turned table where he had taken cover.

Tony lifted himself from behind the barrel and extended his hand to Ziva. Ziva took it, and squeezed tightly as she lifted herself up with the help of Tony.
The whole team's eyes bounced to one another, upon realizing that they were all okay they sighed and sigh of relief.
They soon focused their attention on the three men laying in various positions of the warehouse, dead.
Tony then realized that Ziva was still holding his hand, her grip even tighter then it was before. His heart fluttered noticing the look of confusion on her face.

Each one of them was checked out by Ducky when they returned to the base. Ducky cleaned and dressed Ziva's wound trying as hard as possible not to inflict any more pain. Tony stayed with Ziva whilst this was happening trying to make her laugh, but something was different. She sat there staring blankly into space, only responding slightly when Ducky touched her face. Ziva thanked Ducky and with that they made their way to the elevator.

Tony wondered if she was preoccupied by her fathers death still. But she had seemed to be doing so much better in the previous days, so what was so different now?

"Ziva" Tony said, his face stern as he pressed the emergency stop button.

"Are you okay? Please answer me honestly, I know something is up and you can tell me everything, okay? " He said "Post elevator us" he added prompting for her answer.

Ziva thought for a moment, her eyes anxiously darting everywhere but her partners face. Something seemed to click and she moved closer to Tony. Tony made eye contact with her and Ziva didn't break it. He could see her brain carefully picking the words she was about to say.

"Today Tony, I was so afraid of losing you today. More afraid then I've ever been before. More afraid of losing anyone, ever"

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