"Woah! We're the EMT's. We were called to this address." The first guy said.

Gibbs and McGee sighed a sigh of relief and re-holstered their weapons.

"So which one of you guy's is the one who needs medical attention?" The second guy asked.

Gibbs, McGee, Tony, Ziva and the first EMT, glared at the second EMT.

"Gee, I don't know Jack." The first EMT scratched his head. "But I think it might be the one on the ground bleeding! Get over there you idiot!"

Jack walked by and the first EMT smacked him on the back of the head.

Gibbs, Ziva and McGee chuckled at this gesture, but Tony winced.

The first EMT came over to Ziva and began to help Jack work on her.

"I'm Joe. And, as you already know, that," he motioned towards his colleague, "is Jack."

Joe and Jack pushed the three agents away as they huddled around Ziva and began to get her ready for the trip to the hospital.

"We're taking her to Bethesda, just so you know." Jack said.

Joe smacked him on the back of the head. "I think they can figure that out Jack-ass."

Gibbs, McGee and Tony chuckled, and Ziva giggled slightly, but stopped because of the gunshot wound on her side.

"Anyone want to ride with her?" Joe asked.

"DiNozzo." Gibbs said. Tony turned and looked at his Boss, a surprised look on his face. "You ride with her. I'll call a secondary team to come process the scene. McGee and I'll be there as soon as they get here."

"Okay. Thanks Boss." Tony called over his shoulder as he ran to catch up with the gurney.

Once Joe had gotten Ziva situated inside the ambulance so that her gurney wouldn't be rolling around in the back, he had jumped out of the back, Jack jumped in, Joe slammed the doors and got in the front seat. The engine started and the ambulance started moving.

"It'll be fine. I promise." Tony whispered to her.

"Tony, I'm fine. I've been shot more times than I care to count." She whispered back.

"Then why the long face?"

"What?"

"Long face. It's an expression. It means sad. Why are you sad?"

"I'm not sad."

"Then why do you look sad?"

"I'm not sad!"

"Perplexed?"
"Why the hell would I be perplexed?"

"I don't know, you tell me. You're the one who just got shot." He said, his eyes and face laced with concern.

"What's wrong?" Ziva questioned. She had never seen Tony look like this, and quit frankly, it was scaring her.

"I just hate seeing you like this. You're so weak, and vulnerable."

"Oh, quit with the poetry, I'm fine." She snapped. Tony clenched. "Sorry." She whispered.

"Apologizing is a sign of weakness." Tony replied automatically.

"Well Tony, as you just put, oh so poetically a second ago, I am weak at this moment in time."

There was silence in the back of the ambulance for a few moments before Tony spoke again.

"Why do you look scared if you're not scared?"

"I'm not scared Tony, I'm worried."

Tony had not been expecting this response.

"Why are you worried?"

Ziva was saved from responding, by Jack, who decided that this moment was the best time to put an oxygen mask over Ziva's mouth.

As Ziva's eyes drooped closed, Tony took her hand in his and held it until they got to Bethesda.