Hey guys sorry I took so long to update we have tones of tests and midterms coming up, God help me -.- so this will be the last update for like a few days unless your reviews convince me otherwise.

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Tony POV

I immediately reacted, pulling one of the cuffs off and cuffing her to the steel bar on the end of Ziva's bed. The door burst open and two men commenced open fire; their bullets making shards of glass rain down on my head as I ducked for cover, narrowly missing a bullet.

"Gibbs, get down!" I yelled, my voice drowned out by the blasts.

"I'm right behind ya, DiNozzo, get her off the bed, we can't risk her getting hit; her body can't take any more damage," his voice was right in my ear, but it sounded far away.

I began to panic, my hands clammy with cold sweat as I picked her up off of the bed. I was immediately greeted with bright yellow blasts from a machine gun being aimed my way. I ducked away from them, Ziva wrapped safely in my arms.

"Ziva, can you fight?" I asked, my voice trying to surpass the gun shots.

She nodded, her face filled with determination and fatigue. I looked at the IV attached to her wrist and sighed, she was the best shot here besides Gibbs, if she could fight then she could fight.

"Alright, we need a plan. They will soon run out of ammunition and that is when we act. But they will probably find us soon, so we must have our weapons ready."

A few shots were sent over our heads and I could hear the men conversing in rapid Arabic, they were going to find us soon and we really couldn't afford to get shot in our state. We didn't have anywhere to run to, after all.

I could hear the yelling outside and more gunshots were fired, but I didn't have time to worry about the hell that was turning outside. I looked over at Ziva, hesitant on what I would find.

I could see the wheels turning in her head and nodded, drawing out my gun. Her hand dug into my pocket and pulled out a cell phone, immediately dialing the NCIS number. I looked at Gibbs, his eyes were vacant, focused on something else in the room that we couldn't see.

"Boss, you OK?" I asked my voice hesitant.

He didn't respond. I tugged on his arm and saw crimson red flood my vision. He was bleeding from a shoulder wound and he wasn't doing too good on it.

"DiNozzo, get David out of here, NCIS will pick me up, I'll be alright," his voice was faint, wavering.

I shook my head, looking for our exits and could only find a door to my left. I prayed that it was a bathroom and was about to take a dive for it when I felt my gun being wrenched out of my hands.

I looked up in alarm and saw Ziva clumsily get on her knees. She positioned the gun on top of her bed and began shooting.

I sucked in my breath, not daring to get up there and see what was happening. More shots were fired, and I saw Ziva's form waver slightly before glass rained down on us once again. Then, all firing stopped. We were left with an eerie silence that replaced the rapid succession of gun fire.

I looked at Ziva, to my surprise, her eyes were wide with shock but they didn't hold any pain.

"Ziva, you OK? You shot anywhere?" Gibbs whispered, I turned my head to see his eyes closed, his face covered with sweat.

I felt Ziva stiffen and she looked down. She gasped and rushed over to the bleeding marine, popping open his shirt and applying pressure on the wound.

"Gibbs, you must get medical help, you are bleeding out too quickly," she looked around at me, snapping her fingers at me, drawing me out of my trance.

I immediately got up to check on the bodies to make sure that they were dead and gingerly stepped over them, to only be pushed aside by NCIS agents and doctors.

"I have a man with a gunshot wound to the shoulder, and a patient that needs help," I explained to the doctors. They nodded and proceeded to get Gibbs onto a separate bed, not far from Ziva's.

I watched as they bandaged him up, my heart in my throat. He was so pale, his eyes were closed and his brows were closely knit together, as if in pain.

"Is he going to be alright?" I asked one of the doctors.

They nodded in unison, and began putting him on a heart monitor and oxygen mask, giving him anesthesia while they worked on the wound. I walked out of the now crowded room and into a bomb site.

The walls were turn with numerous bullet holes, blood was on the walls and the floor looked ready to crumble with debris and blood stains. I looked around, searching for McGee's face and found him sitting on one of the still standing bent up plastic chairs, his head in his hands.

"Hey probie, you alright?" I asked, sitting on the floor next to him.

He looked up at my voice, and then looked down at me, giving me a small smile, "Never better, Tony, why? Does something seem out of place?"

His sarcasm stung slightly, but I brushed it off with a question, "What happened in here? It looks like a bomb blew off."

He sighed, "Well, technically speaking, one did. We had to shoot our way through the hospital, it was covered with terrorist bombers from the middle east. Now that I think about it," he paused, lost in thought, "they were covering Ziva's room especially; most of the men we shot down were at the door."

He stopped talking, cutting his voice off and his eyes had that glassy look once again. I didn't want to push him so I just stared ahead, thinking about the recent events.

Ziva POV

I looked at Gibbs, the curtain they had established to give the surgeons room to work wasn't all that effective. I could see right through it.

I saw the scalpel go into his shoulder, drawing out crimson red blood. I winced momentarily, but forced myself to keep watching. You did this to him, if it weren't for you, he wouldn't be cut open.

I couldn't deny the annoying little voice in my head. It was all my fault, after all, if I had been strong enough to get out of their grip or just tell someone about what was happening, he would be fine. I sighed, snuggling deeper into the pillows, my eyes filling with tears.

I let the minutes pass by, my eyes glued to the clock on the wall, and when the surgeons walked out, I stopped one.

"Is he going to wake up soon?" I asked, my voice filled with worry.

He nodded, "He should be up in a few minutes if not less. The shoulder wound wasn't too bad, he should make a full recovery."

I nodded my thanks and watched him walk out the door. I got out of my bed silently, going over to Gibbs' bed and looked down at his sleeping form. That was when I realized how truly peaceful his face looked while in a peaceful slumber.

I saw his eyes twitch and covered my mouth to smuggle a laugh but it bubbled out anyways. He knew I was looking at him and he was about to wake up.

"Ziva," he whispered, and his eyes flew open, bright and blue.

"Yes, Gibbs, I am here," I told him, sensing someone behind me and felt Tony's arms around my waist. I let myself lean against him to keep my balance as I talked to my boss.

"Are you hurt? Did they get anyone?" His voice was hoarse from the morphine and barely audible.

I shook my head, "No, I am fine, Gibbs, you should rest."

He nodded and a silence followed. Suddenly, I became very aware of the ticking that had at first been very faint. I listened more intently, my body tensing to spring.

I wiggled my way out of Tony's arms and searched for the device, my heart in my throat, threatening to burst. We were in no condition to get out of the hospital; not when Gibbs was lying helpless on the bed.

"Tony, there is a bomb in this room," I hissed, my eyes probing every corner for the explosive.

He froze momentarily, but then began working. He checked behind the monitors and then under Gibbs' bed.

I walked over to my bed and heard the beeping increase.

"It's going to blow!" I yelled, ducking under my bed and finding the bomb stationed securely on the mattress.

"Does it have a detonator?" Tony asked, coming up beside me and trying to pull me away.

"Yes," a familiar voice whispered, "It does, and I'm holding it."

I looked over at Jeanne, she was holding the switch that would no doubt kill us all. She gave Tony a sad look, as if pleading him to forgive her.

"I'm sorry Tony, but I can't stand to think of you with her. I love you. Good bye."

Oh, cliffy haha ok I am going to pick this up in a week or so god I hate honors classes-.- reviews will help with the speed of the next few chapters!