Special, special thanks to C-Rok. Again. : ) Enjoy!

Ziva David couldn't control the world around her. Everything happened so fast. First, the paramedics came rushing into their apartment, shouting orders at each other. Then Ducky brought her some clothes, she got dressed hurriedly, in a daze, and then started out of the door.

She wasn't allowed in the ambulance. They didn't want her to get infected by Tony. While she was being shown out of the apartment, Ducky's arm wrapped loosely around her shoulder, Tony's neighbors were all crawling out of their door frames, mothers shoving their sons back in, some of them sending Ziva sad, hopeful, loving looks. She just continued on. And out of the corner of her eye, she swore she saw the familiar head of hair that was in fact Leroy Jethro Gibbs, getting quickly back into his yellow car and then driving off after the ambulance, but she couldn't be sure.

Ducky drove her to the hospital, the car ride silent as she tried desperately to convince herself that he was okay.

Too bad it didn't work.

Once she got there, McGee was already there. He was standing outside of a glass rectangle with many beds, the words 'Isolation Ward' and 'Biohazard' written on signs as the only light were blue lights, shining down.

"Ziva…" McGee let his heart break a little when he saw her face, and he went to hug her when she put one hand up, pushing him away.

"No." She simply said, "McGee. No." He nodded, understanding.

"He just got here."

She just nodded, and then started towards the door when Pitt noticed her and walked towards her. He was dressed in gloves, a mask, lab coat, everything was covered up.

"Ziva. Tony is…"

"I have to see him." She demanded, and Pitt sighed.

"Look, Ziva."

"I must see him, Dr. Pitt. And if I do not…"

"You will." He put his hands up, stopping her as she started to move past him. She sighed and stopped as he pulled his mask down, "After you answer a couple of questions for me."

"About why you will not let me see Tony?"

He sighed. This isn't going anywhere! "Okay…so when was the first time that you saw symptoms that he may have contracted the plague again?"

She winced at the word, "Two days ago." She nodded, "Maybe three. I do not honestly know."

"And what was the catalyst for the strongest plague symptoms?" She just stared at him, letting a small blood rush to her cheeks. He blinked and then realized that she probably didn't know what he said. He rephrased it, "What was the last thing he did before he started to hyperventilate?"

She let the heat rush to her cheeks, "Me." She simply said, "Now may I go and see Tony?" She attempted to push past him again when he stopped her. Again. She huffed, "Dr. Pitt." She firmly said, "I am a Mossad Assassin. I suggest that you let me go."

He sighed and then pulled out his walkie, pressing the button, "Yeah, this is Pitt. I need a specimen jar."

She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, "Specimen jar? For what?"

"We just need you to pee in a cup. To collect your urine."

"Why?" She demanded.

He ran a hand through his hair, "You may have contracted the plague as well." A doctor approached him before Ziva could say anything else, and he extended his hand containing the jar towards her.

She snatched it from his hand and then started away. If it meant that she was allowed to see Tony, she sure as hell hoped she had the plague.

Brad watched as Ziva stormed away before the silver haired man walked towards him, "Agent Gibbs." He recognized, almost a little relieved. He liked Ziva, truly, he did, but sometimes…he wondered just how deadly the little beauty could be.

"What happened?" Gibbs demanded, shoving his hands into his pockets as he stared at the doctor and the doctor only. He loved his senior field agent. He admitted that. Maybe not as much as Ziva, more of a son that he never had, but if he was gone…he didn't honestly know if he could take it. He could barely take it when he had the plague before. But if he was gone? He and Ziva would probably take out the entire DC metropolitan area.

"He contracted the pneumonic plague again, Agent Gibbs."

"I know that, damn it." He muttered, "How?" He demanded, and Brad just stuttered.

"Well…we don't exactly know…"

"Why not?!" He fired. What the hell was he doing here if he didn't know how his senior field agent contracted the disease…again?

"We're still running tests…"

"Run them faster! Tony may not have enough time!" He shouted, pointing to the man in the blue lighted, glass room.

Brad just nodded as he hurried off. Jethro walked towards the cube, getting as close as he could to him. Tony had many tubes attached to him, starting at his nose, a couple of IV needles stuck in his arm, his chest rising and descending in large amounts. His eyes fluttered closed and then open, the machines beeping. He was alone. Tony DiNozzo was alone.

Gibbs heard the sound of the door close behind him, and he turned around to see a rather pissed off Ziva walk towards him.

"Ziver…" Gibbs started, softly. She may have looked angry, may have tried to look tough, but he knew that she was nearly dying inside. Her eyes gave it all away.

"Not now, Gibbs." She demanded, and he tried to grab her, but she snatched her arm quickly away as she walked by him, as if she was ready for his attempt, and she threw open the door and walked into the unit.

Gibbs watched through the glass as her expression immediately softened, her entire body softening as she stopped in front of the door for a moment or two. She then crossed towards Tony's bed and stopped by it. Tony mouthed her name, and she let a small, closed smile cross her face as she grabbed his hand in both of hers. He looked as if he was struggling to form words, and Ziva crouched down next to his bed, causing him to sit up a little. Gibbs watched his face wince in pain, and even he could tell that Ziva was concerned. He just had a way in seeing it.

Tentatively, she raised one hand, bringing it out of Tony's loose grip, and then pushed a strand of hair out of his face, smiling sadly at him as she placed her hand on the side of his cheek.

Gibbs felt as if he was spying, and it almost made him feel a little awkward and…embarrassed? He felt as if he was peeping, or, as Tony would say, a peeping Tom, and he almost turned around to give them some privacy before he watched, out of the corner of his eye, Ziva's lips press up against his.

And that was when the gut alarm went off.

His eyes and entire body went on red alert as he quickly started to knock on the glass. Ziva and Tony both ignored it, and he threw the door open, "ZIVA!" He shouted, and she broke away from him, letting go of all of him as she turned in confusion at Gibbs. Gibbs grabbed her arm and yanked her out of the isolation ward.

He knew that that was the wrong thing to do.

She huffed as Tony turned his head slightly to the side to watch their conversation, which he could clearly hear, for they were screaming. So he guessed that it wasn't a conversation, but it was more of an argument. Yes, that was it.

"Gibbs!" She shouted, "What? Now is not the time to give me a lecture on rule twelve. You wanted to give us one of those, then you should have come to me a long time ago, Gibbs." She scoffed, laughing bitterly as she paced angrily in front of him.

"Ziva, you could contract the plague!" He yelled, "Damn it!"

"I am not going to get the plague. I am a strong person, Gibbs." She shouted back.

"So you're saying that Tony isn't strong?"

"He is strong!" She screamed, "But Tony was not trained by Mossad!"

"Just because your Mossad doesn't mean…"

"I would know!"

"You knew about Tony getting the plague back before?" She just sighed and stopped pacing.

"Look, Gibbs." She put a hand up, but he stopped her, causing her to gape slightly.

"When?" He demanded, walking angrily towards her.

"A couple of days ago."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

She paused a moment before answering, "Tony did not want me to." She said, simply, shrugging her shoulders.

"I could have helped him, Ziva! We could have gotten him some damn medical attention! Now it might be too late!" He then noticed, after he said it, that he probably shouldn't have. Ziva's eyes, still red alert, turned towards Tony's, who couldn't move fast enough to look away.

"It is not too late." She muttered, angrily, back at Gibbs once she focused her eyes back on his, "Tony will be able to f-fight…" She then felt a strange feeling in her throat as she started to cough. This time it was Gibbs who became on red alert. He grab her shoulders, shaking them once…twice…before she finally stopped. He looked down into her eyes.

"Ziver?" He questioned, "Are you okay?"

She just nodded, "I am fine." she started to walk away when she felt Jethro's grip on her arm. She turned back to him, "Just…allergies." She took Tony's excuse as she pulled out, shared a look with Tony, and then started back out through the double doors. Damn it, David.

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Abby came later, crying with a Jimmy Palmer holding a box of tissues behind her, an unopened one under his other arm as Abby blew her nose in the one she was holding in her hands.

She came straight over to Gibbs, who was sitting outside of the ward. Ziva had disappeared almost an hour ago, and he honestly didn't know where she went. He had meant to follow her, but then again…that probably wasn't the best idea either. He'd seen Ziva cry once before, and that was when he was in the hospital, not Tony. He didn't think that he could possibly see her cry again. It was one of the saddest things he'd ever seen in his life.

"Gibbs!" Abby cried, "Gibbs, tell me it's not true! Please tell me it's not true!" She wined as Gibbs stood up and just took her in his arms as she cried into his black jacket sported over his red polo and white undershirt.

"I wish I could, Abs." He whispered, hugging her tighter.

"But it's Tony! He fought it once, can't he fight it again?" She demanded, pulling back but not letting Gibbs out of her arms, "Oh Gibbs I don't know how much more of this I can take. First there's Tony…r-r-resigning, and then that e-evil Lynn…and then his real D-Dad…and then this? Tony, Tony…Tony!" She wailed, snatching a tissue out of Jimmy's hands before blowing her nose again into it.

"Agent Gibbs?" He suddenly heard, and Gibbs turned around to come face to face with Dr. Brad Pitt.

He just stared at him.

He cleared his throat, "A word?" Gibbs just stared at him again, "Privately?" Gibbs patted Abby once and then placed a kiss on the side of her cheek as McGee came walking up, a cup of coffee in one hand. Abby threw her arms around McGee, the hot liquid flying all over the white floors.

"Well…" He managed to breathe out, "There goes the coffee." He laughed a little, and Gibbs smirked at both the attempt at humor and the position he was in before he follow Brad away from the rest of his team and the rest of the hospital. Gibbs just stared at him, once again.

"Urine tests came back…" He took in a deep breath, showing the test on his clipboard, "Positive."

"For what?" Gibbs asked, furrowing his eyebrows together.

"The plague." Brad blinked, confused now.

Gibbs pointed towards the Isolation ward, "You already know that Tony has contracted the plague again."

"These aren't Tony's."

"Then whose are they?"

He took in another deep breath, "Look, Agent Gibbs. I…"

"Whose are they?" He demanded, this time getting angry.

"I couldn't do anything, honestly, I couldn't."

"WHOSE ARE THEY?!" He shouted, and Brad sighed again.

"Ziva."

Gibbs felt his entire heart nearly stop. Not two. And anyone but Ziva. Gibbs just stood there, blinking for a little, unaware of what to say, "How?" He managed to squeak out. Squeak. Yes, that's right. Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs squeaked.

"The pneumonic plague can be contracted in many ways…"

"How about how the hell my Mossad Liaison Officer contracted it? You know that?"

"Face-to-face contact." He simply said, "And she said that they were having sexual intercourse when he had the final takeover of pneumonic plague through his system."

Gibbs just blinked, unaware of what to say. He honestly didn't know. He ran a hand through his hair and then walked away. What the hell was he going to say to Ducky? McGee? Abby? …Tony?

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Gibbs was handed a mask by another doctor (Pitt had gone to look for Ziva, to get her under medical treatment as fast as possible), as he walked into the Biohazard of the Isolation Ward.

"Ziva?" Tony muttered out, his voice cracking and barely audible with his heavy breathing.

"Nope." He said, simply, and Tony nodded, leaning back down onto the pillow, for he was trying to look up and see who it was.

"Boss." He said, "Where's Ziva?"

"She's fine." He said, because it was the truth. Right now she was fine. She wouldn't be for long but…the thought unnerved him. Damn it, he loved them. He could hardly bare it when one agent had the plague. Now two?

"Can I see her?"

"You will soon." He nodded. Again, the truth.

"Is she okay?"

He sighed and moved towards him, "Tony…" He started, "How is the best way to say this?"

"What?" He muttered out, moving his head slightly to see him. Gibbs took in the slight tinge of blue that his nose was taking. He sighed.

"She's contracted the plague, Anthony." He said, softly, looking down before looking up at him to see his reaction.

He just turned his head back to look up at the sky. Gibbs swore he saw a tear brimming in his eyelids. He blinked it away. Gibbs almost didn't want him to cry, but he knew that he truly loved Ziva. And that she truly loved him.

"Cry." He simply said, softly, "You're not saying sorry, so it's not a sign of weakness. And, to be honest, you're pretty damn weak right now."

"DiNozzo men don't cry." He protested, and Gibbs shook his head, not believing the lie; he saw the tears that were threatening to fall out of his eyes.

"You're not a DiNozzo, Tony…it's okay. You can cry," Gibbs said, softly as he watched his senior field agent's bottom lip quiver. He shut his eyes tightly closed as he shook his head back and forth in protest, "I can't…I ca….ca…"

Gibbs just stared at him. Tony couldn't breathe. He couldn't even concentrate for all he could think of was how he was the one that made her sick. He was the one that gave her the death disease. He was the one that kissed her over and over again. He was the one that gave it to her. He was the one to blame. He shouldn't be allowed to live. He had put…her…(he didn't dare say her name)…into such horrible pain. She would go through hell; she wasn't strong enough. She may look it on the outside, she may put out that persona, but Tony knew her. He saw the insides that he had come to love just as much as the outside, or, perhaps, even more. He knew she was just as vulnerable as anyone when it came to any sort of weakness.

"DiNozzo men don't cry…" He managed to breathe out as he let his tears fall silently down his face.

"Until now." Gibbs whispered as he stared at his senior field agent. Never before had he seen him cry. It almost made Gibbs want to as well. And all Tony could think was one thing:

I'm such a bastard.

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Sorry for not updating yesterday, and I'm sorry if I rushed it a little. And sorry I know like NOTHING on medical stuff. : ) hehehe. And sorry if the characters seem OOC. : ( I honestly don't mean to! Please review though and sorry for the wait!