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Ziva POV

I woke up when I heard a car door slam, several seconds later, jerking myself awake, my head pounding and blood pooling beneath me. I couldn't focus on anything; I only saw slivers of faces that I didn't recognize. I griped my gun harder, my whole arm trembling; I aimed the gun and fired twice, killing off the first man.

My arm ached, and my head was practically pounding, my vision was blurring in and out, so when the next man came up to try and get into the car, I could only pull the trigger once, hopping against hope that it hit the right spot.

I watched him go down, and waited for my vision to clear, my hand still trembling and my forefinger still resting on the trigger, ready to shoot. I waited, and the silence continued to stretch on, I felt sweat mingle with the blood on my face despite the chilling cold and shuddered.

"Ziva?"

I tried to turn, but couldn't. I looked up, and was met with a pair of startling blue eyes. He wrapped his hand around my gun and gently lowered it, kneeling against me so that I could get a better look at his face.

"Ziva, how much pain are you in?" He asked, his hand still holding mine.

I couldn't talk, I could barely keep breathing. His free hand snaked up and pulled my hair away from my face, and I felt the glass points press deeper into my skin and gave a sharp cry.

"She needs a hospital," Gibbs growled, turning to look at someone behind him.

I felt my eyelids getting heavy, and fought against the dark waves that wanted to pull me back under, refusing to succumb.

"We are stuck in this snow! No one can get to us," Melinda shrieked impatiently.

He let out a string of curse words and climbed into the car with me, cradling me to his chest, he pulled out his phone and began to dial for help anyways.

I rested my head on his chest, and I felt him stroke my hair; telling me, "Stay with me, Ziva, you gotta stay with me on this one."

I wanted to, god I wanted to stay with him forever, forever wrapped in his arms. I couldn't fight the pain that was slowly consuming me, but I tried for his sake.

"Duck, we got a problem. It's Ziva. Her head crashed through a window, there's glass all over it, how do I get it out?" I heard him ask, his voice seemed so far away now.

I couldn't hear the response and decided that I didn't need to. I was about to die anyways, why not just block out all the painful images and just remember being held by him?

"OK, thanks Duck, I'll be in touch," he snapped the phone shut and proceeded to comfort me, while reaching back to get the first aid kits.

"Ziva, I know you're hurting, and I hate to make it worse, but I have to get the glass out of you before it gets infected," he whispered, taking out a pair of pincers and began to pull at the glass.

I had a strange sense of experiencing this before, and struggled to remember when he had done the same thing to me. I felt myself drift towards sleep and was abruptly shaken awake.

"Ziva, you can't sleep; well not yet at least. I have to keep you awake to make sure that you don't have a concussion," he whispered, pressing a kiss to my temple.

I shook my head, I wanted to sleep now, I wanted the pain to stop more than anything right now. I looked up into his blue eyes, silently pleading for him to make it stop. He looked back at me, and I could see the pain and defeat in his eyes. He wanted to keep the pain away from me, but he couldn't without losing me.

"Jethro," I whispered, "I. . .love. . .you."

I felt my eyes close and this time, they stayed closed.

Gibbs POV

"What? No! Ziva, come on hun, wake up, Ziva, wake up!" I yelled desperation written in my voice and face.

"Her pulse is barely there, if not already gone. We have to get her onto a flat surface so I can give her CPR while you get the glass out," Melinda stated, and began pulling her out of my arms.

I nodded, numb. I looked at her horribly still figure, her abnormal pasty complexion and the blood that seemed to coat her hair. I shook the thoughts away and knelt besides her, laying my jacket on the snow and began to remove the glass while Melinda conducted CPR. My hands were surprisingly steady as I pulled out each piece of glass that was embedded in her skull. The blood seeped out of the small wounds after each piece was removed, coating my hands in her blood.

I got out a special dye and poured it into the wounds as Ducky had instructed and to my amazement, the bleeding stopped almost immediately.

"Melinda, is her heart beating again?" I asked anxiously.

She nodded, "Pulse is normal, but we should get her warmed up. It's freezing out here."

I nodded, pulling her body close to mine, wrapping my jacket around her small frame and got back into the car, sitting her in the back seat while I sat beside her.

I looked at Melinda, "Any chance we can drive off in this snow?"

She shook her head, "It's too thick, and the ice is just a mess around her."

I sighed, and nodded. So, I thought, we're stuck in the middle of Paris, where there are no houses, and apparently no civilization.

I reached up front and flicked on the heat, to my surprise, I was hit with a wave of warmth and sighed in relief. I looked at Ziva beside me, brushing away her hair from her heart shaped face, and kissing her full on the mouth.

"You'll be alright, Ziva, just hang in there," I whispered.

Ziva POV

I felt someone's lips on mine and struggled to open my eyes. The pain was gone now, and I could feel the cold seeping into my skin. I heard voices and instantly recognized his voice, soft and careful.

"Do you think they're going to send another team after us?" He asked.

"No, not until this snow clears up," she responded.

I felt his hand in mine and gave it a gentle squeeze, reassuring him that I was still there, that I would always be there for him.

"Ziva, can you hear me?" He whispered into my ear, his breath tickling my skin.

I opened my eyes with a jerk and nodded my head slowly, testing to see if the pain lingered.

"Can you say anything?" He then asked, giving me a smile.

"Yes, I am freezing my ass off," I mumbled, and sat up in his arms.

He laughed heartedly and pulled me into his arms, kissing me. My lips moved against his, pulling him in closer, deeper.

He pulled away abruptly, "Right, now that I know you're awake, we should call SECNAV and tell them that our covers been blown wide open."

He pulled out his phone again but I stopped him, "No, it's not. They just think we are interfering and know too much. All they know is our names are Hélène and André Deveraux. But we should call Vance and tell him our situation, in case he can help."

He thought for a minute and nodded, dialing the Directors number.

"Yeah, Vance, we need a new car here ASAP, trace the call. No, I didn't wreck it on purpose; I'm not a blind bastard! They tailed us, shot at us, and we hit something. Just send us a car," he growled, barking out orders.

He hung up the phone after that, and pulled me closer to his chest, "You sure you're OK? You look pretty pale."

I nodded, "Blood lose. It'll pass soon so do not worry."

He laughed, "Yeah, OK, well this has been one hell of an undercover op so far, huh?"

I laughed back, "Yes I agree."

Tony POV

"Special Agent DiNozzo," I answered, leaning back against my chair and staring at Ziva's empty desk.

"DiNozzo, both you and McGee, up in my office, now," then the line went dead.

I sighed, this wasn't going to be fun in the least.

"Hey! Probie, the Director wants to see us, come on," I called, grabbing my jacket and heading towards the stairs.

"What do you think he wants, Tony?" McGee asked, keeping pace with me.

I shook my head, "Probably something to do with the two empty spots on our team."

I walked into the Directors office and sat down in one of the leather chairs, McGee instinctively took the one next to mine.

"What's up, Director?" I asked, twiddling my fingers.

"Ziva and Gibbs are in some deep trouble; they need a car sent to their location and possibly medical help," he stated bluntly, his brown eyes never wavering for a second.

My breath caught in my throat, Ziva and Gibbs were hurt? Dammit! I knew I should've gone with them, I thought.

"And what do you want us to do about it, Director? Because last time I checked, we aren't a car rental company," I barked, leaping to my feet.

"DiNozzo, I suggest you calm yourself before you get into any trouble," Vance said, his voice infuriatingly even.

I slammed my fist down on his desk, "No, I won't calm down! If you have sent me on that mission with them then maybe they wouldn't be hurt in the first place!"

"Tony," McGee whispered, tugging me back into my chair. He turned towards the Director and whispered, "What should we do?"

"Call up the NCIS in France, tell them the situation, and let them handle it. But under no circumstances are you to go to them now. Their cover isn't blown yet, but it's dangerously close."

McGee nodded, tugging me out the door with him. I was seething with anger hoped for Vance's sake that they would be alright; because if they weren't, I was going to have his head.

Gibbs POV

I looked down at the sleeping woman beside me and smiled. Despite our situation, she was still so beautiful. I tucked a lock of brown hair behind her ear and pulled her into my lap, cradling her body against mine.

I looked up, hearing a car in the distance and instinctively going for my gun.

I looked at Melinda who was already in action, her gun pointed and ready to shoot.

I watched as the car got closer and closer and finally it pulled up beside us. A few men got out, each wearing a bullet proof vest with the letters NCIS written clearly in them. I let my guard down as they opened the doors and helped us out.

"What is wrong with the girl?" One of them asked, laying her in their van.

"We were being tailed, and the bastards started shooting. The car swerved when one of the bullets hit out tire and her head went through the glass," I told them calmly, my head spinning with that image.

I remembered seeing her head go through the window, the crash as the glass shattered and flew everywhere. I could almost feel the pain as if it were my own, and I could feel the wave of panic hit me again.

He nodded, and began whispering to the men around him, ordering them to look out for any suspicious activity.

"So," he began, "You guys are the ones in DC here on this op?"

I nodded, crossing my arms over my chest.

He looked up at me, "I'll go ahead and assume that you're Special Agent Gibbs and the woman before me is Special Agent David?"

I nodded again, looking the man up and down. He had sandy blond hair and blue eyes. He didn't look over the age of 25.

He was silent then, his fingers working on Ziva's head, I sat down in the snow, my head in my hands. I couldn't believe how close I had been to losing her, again. This op was dangerous, I thought to myself, Vance had told you that when he was explaining. He told you the risks it had. So how could you let her risk her neck out like that?

"Alright, well I've done all I can do. She should be fine. You want us to give you a ride to the hotel near the Abraham's docking point?"

I thought about it, turning to Melinda for confirmation. She nodded, "That would be wonderful."

I got to my feet and climbed into the van with them, riding beside Ziva. I looked down at her face to see that her eyes were now wide open, her brown eyes looking at nothing in particular.

"Where are we going?" She asked sleepily.

I laughed, "The hotel next to the Abraham, looks like Vance really wants us in the lions den after all."

Ziva POV

I watched as the snow fell through the window, and slowly sat up, struggling into the seat beside him. I watched the buildings pass by, each of them so quiet. They were so oblivious to the war that was raging outside, so oblivious to the lives that were being risked every day to protect them.

They would never realize it, I thought, because they got to live their lives the way they want to and they choose to block out the pain.

We pulled up at the dock and we piled out of the car. I stretched my legs as we were ushered into the hotel. It was the Bordeaux, to my relief. It was a different hotel, smaller and much less fancy. The walls were painted a dull white and the receptionist looked incredibly bored. But when she saw the men come in, she instantly sat up in her seat.

"How may I help you gentlemen?" She asked in heavily accented English.

Gibbs stepped up in front of her, "We need a hotel room, two that connect."

He pulled out of his pocket a handful of bills and tossed them to her, his expression irritated, "That should cover it."

The woman nodded uneasily, eyeing the men in bullet proof vests behind her.

I turned and looked at them, eyeing them up. They didn't look that old, some were in their mid twenties. It broke my heart to realize that they could die in any day and no one would realize it.

"You can all go back now, just leave the car, take a taxi," I told them, handing them each the money.

The man with the sandy colored hair smiled at me, "Thank you, Agent David. We'll be in touch."

They walked out, apparently recognizing him as their leader. Gibbs grabbed the keys from the counter and headed towards the elevator. I followed behind him, my expression blank.

Melinda got in after us after exchanging a few words with the leader. The doors closed and the elevator began its unbearably slow decent upwards.

I looked straight ahead, willing the doors to slide open. The silence that hung between us was almost unbearable.

"So, you managed to get yourself hurt once again? Mossad trained you to dodge bullets, and yet a simple crack of the head makes you helpless," Melinda hissed through her teeth.

I felt my anger spike up, but refused to answer her comment.

"Mossad trains you to be an assassin and you manage to not only jeopardize your life, but our lives as well!" She continues.

I felt my hands clench into fists and I chance a glance at Gibbs, who was oddly silent throughout this whole conversation.

"Mossad did train me to kill, if it was not for me, those men would have kidnapped all of us. I shot them down while I was half awake, in great pain. If you were in my position, you would have been worthless, you would have lied there, unable to move," I began, turning to face her, my face inches from hers, "You wouldn't have even tried."

She looked at me, her eyes wide with shock. I looked back, my gaze unwavering. I saw her hand fly up before it made contact with my face and grabbed it, effectively twisting it. She tried to keep the pain off of her face, but after a few seconds, she couldn't take it anymore and a tear escaped down her cheek. I quickly let go of her, and to my relief, the doors opened.

I got out of the elevator, and walked down the hall to our room. I waited for them to catch up and heard them whispering.

"That was uncalled for, Lin," Gibbs hissed.

"Yes it was! If you were against it, you should have spoken up in her defense, but sense you did not, you agree!" She hissed back.

There was a pause, "I don't entirely agree with you, but I do agree that she has to be more careful, and the fact that she was the only one injured doesn't help her case, and we could've been killed too, I realize that. But. . .

I felt my breathe catch in my throat and turned and ran away from the sound of their voice, I felt tears in my eyes, stinging and blurring my vision. I felt my legs burn and ache from climbing down seven flights of stairs, and finally, sat down on the very last step, tears running down my cheeks.

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