If Today Was Your Last Day- by Nickelback

Kate threw herself in front of the bullet, and a shot rang out as the gunner went down. They ran to her and helped her up. Gibbs relieved her of duty. As they talked, another shot rang out, but this time blood spattered his face as she went down. He could taste it, this coppery liquid that was supposed to keep you alive, and he heard a voice calling, saying, almost begging, "Tony. Tony wake up, you're having a bad dream."

He opened up his eyes to see Ziva looking at him… worriedly?

"What was it about?"

She asked this almost hesitantly, as if she wanted to respect his privacy (which she never did) but she just had to know.

"Kate… Kate dieing."

She sighed. "She is gone…"

She smiled. "But not forgotten."

He looked at her, confused by her happiness. "You were worried about remembering her, remember."

At his still confused look, she softly whispered, "Look at the date and time Tony."

He obeyed and looked at the clock. 12:38 on…

Her death day.

Ziva kissed his cheek gently, obviously hoping that he would be okay. She hesitantly asked, "Do you want to pick up some flowers and visit her grave?"

He gave her a smile, one filled with happiness.

"Sure."