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Previously:

'I love you, Tony.' I whispered

'I love you too, Ziva.' He uttered quietly.

It was the last thing I heard, before my mind went dark and the black fog swept me away.

Tony's POV:

I held Ziva's hand as her eyes drifted shut and she faded out of consciousness. I couldn't believe that I had just said those three little words that had plagued me for years. They had been so effortless to say and it had felt so right. In those few seconds, I had no doubts about how I felt about Ziva. I mentally kicked myself for the years I spent worrying about saying those words that conveyed my feelings so clearly.

I quickly felt for a pulse in her wrist. It took me a while to find one but it was there, weak but there nonetheless. I concentrated on trying to stop the blood that was pouring out of her side. My jacket, which I had earlier used to put pressure on her wounds, was already soaked through, saturated with her blood. Her face had taken on a deathly pale pallor and her hand felt cold.

I realised that Gibbs was kneeling on Ziva's other side, pressing a towel onto Ziva's shoulder. Our eyes met and I could see the worry and concern etched onto his face. He seemed to have aged ten years in fifteen minutes. I hoped he couldn't read my thoughts otherwise I'd be headslapped out of this oblivion for even thinking those thoughts.

I had totally forgotten where we were until I saw Lucy Johnson still sitting in the corner. She was white and looked shocked at what had happened. I knew Dalton was lying in the middle of the floor with about nine rounds in him, at least three of them being mine.

Suddenly I heard McGee's voice behind me, I turned to find paramedics rushing towards us. They pushed me aside as they quickly went to work on Ziva. I felt helpless. Ziva was just lying there bleeding out and I couldn't do anything about it. As I stood watching them work, it was as if reality had taken over and I had been left behind. I felt numb and in shock at how quickly the situation had unfolded.

The paramedics laid Ziva on a stretcher and hurriedly carried her to the waiting ambulance. Some more paramedics arrived and checked over Lucy Johnson.

I ran to get into the ambulance with Ziva but Gibbs put a hand on my shoulder, stopping me.

'No, Tony. We'll go in the car. Let them do they're job.'

The ambulance sped away sirens blaring, lights blazing as Gibbs led me to the car. He turned to McGee.

'Go back to NCIS, Tim. Tell Vance what happened and bring Abby and Ducky to the hospital.'

I sat numbly in the passenger seat. It took me a while to realise that Gibbs had called McGee by his first name. A tense silence that blanketed the car as Gibbs drove to Bethesda Naval hospital faster than he had ever driven before, probably breaking more traffic rules than Ziva usually did.

In what seemed like hours but was only ten minutes, we arrived at the hospital. We hurried to the entrance and to the front desk where a mature female nurse sat. Gibbs gave the nurse a blast of his famous glare.

'NCIS Special Agents Gibbs and DiNozzo here for Ziva David.' He growled as he flashed his badge.

'Miss David has just been taken into surgery, Agent Gibbs. It will be a few hours until she gets out and we will not know anything until then, so make yourself comfortable in the waiting room down the hall.' she said.

Gibbs, who seemed to realise that there was no more information he could get, marched down the corridor leaving me trailing in his wake.

20 Minutes later...

I heard the familiar sound of platform boots running down the hallway and two seconds later a tall black blur with pigtails rushed into the room followed by McGee and Ducky.

'Gibbs Gibbs Gibbs! WhathappenedtoZiva? Issheokay? Whendidshegointosurgery? Isthereanynews?'

'Slow down, Abs. Breathe.' Gibbs calmed.

'Okay,' said Abby, taking deep breaths. 'Calming down.'

Gibbs soon brought Abby and Ducky up to speed with what happened at Dalton's house.

'Poor poor Ziva. She will be alright though, right? Gibbs?' asked Abby, worriedly.

'Don't know, Abs. It was pretty serious, she lost loads of blood.' replied Gibbs, quietly.

'No!' Abby cried, 'She has to be alright! The team can't lose one more! First Kate, then Jenny, now Ziva? No!'
And with that she dissolved into tears. Gibbs wrapped his arms around her.

I looked down at my hands, they were covered in blood. Ziva's blood.

***Flashback***

I take another step forward and wince as the floorboard creak loudly.

Dalton swings around to face McGee and I.

'Damn.' I think, 'Play it slow, DiNozzo, play it slow.'

I see Ziva edging her way towards Lucy Johnson. I surreptitiously look back at Dalton.

Thank God he doesn't notice.

Dalton without warning turns to Gibbs and Ziva again and sees her making for his ex-fiancé.

'Nooo!' He roars, 'First, Evans takes her away from me and now you!"

And before I know what's happened, he has fired two shots at Ziva. The sound of Dalton's gunshots fill the room and are met with the screams of Lucy Johnson. Instinctively I pull the trigger, twice, three times. Simultaneously, McGee and Gibbs fire at Dalton as well. His body crumples on the floor

I start seeing everything happening in slow motion, a second seeming like a minute. I see Ziva's body jerk with the impact Dalton's two rounds and her brown eyes widen as the bullets make themselves felt.

I hear a voice shout 'Ziva!'and realise that it is my own.

Her body starts to fall and with a crash she hits the floor and at the same time whacks her head on the nearby table.

By this time, I have started to run to her, not caring whether Dalton still has his weapon. I am aware of Gibbs shouting to McGee but my only concern is getting to Ziva.

When I reach her motionless body, I think she is dead but as I rip of my jacket and press it into her wounds, she moans. Thank God she is still alive.

One round has gone into her shoulder and one into her side, both are bleeding uncontrollably. The blood starts soaking through the jacket and seeping through my hands...

***End of flashback***

I jumped as I realise that a doctor has come into the room, calling for the family of Ziva David.

Everyone stood up and immediately crowded around the doctor. He raised his eyebrow.

'You are all family of Ms. David?' he asked.

We all glared at him in reply.

'Very well.' He says hurriedly, 'Two rounds entered Ms. David's body. The first in her shoulder, the second in her side. The second did the most damage, it hit a couple of her ribs as well as puncturing her lung. She is very lucky that the second round did not damage her abdomen at all.'

We looked at each other, puzzled.

But the doctor continued, 'Because the round punctured her lung, she stopped breathing on the operating table and we almost lost her. However after resuscitation, everything went well.'

We all breathed a sigh of relief.

'Nevertheless, her body sustained extensive damage and so we had to put her in a medically induced coma. This will ensure the body has some time to heal itself without further damage. She will wake up when her body has recovered from the trauma, when it is ready. But all in all, she and her baby will be alright.'

'WHAT?' we all cried simultaneously.

Had I heard him wrong? Ziva was pregnant?

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