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The surgeon took a deep breath. "We did everything we could…" he began.

Tony's stomach dropped.

Tony sank into the chair closest to him as the surgeon continued his speech.

"...but the damage was too extensive. There was too much bleeding to save the baby. Ziva is in a critical-"

"What?" Tony looked up from his seat. Everyone else seemed to be just as shocked as he was, "Ziva was pregnant?"

The surgeon blinked, looking down at Tony. "You didn't know?"

Tony shook his head as a thousand thoughts whirled around in his mind. Ziva was pregnant. The baby was gone. Ziva was okay. Tony stood up quickly. "Ziva is okay?"

The surgeon looked at Tony for a moment. "Miss David is in a critical condition in ICU. She is alive, but by no means not out of the woods yet."

Tony smiled. She was okay. Ziva was okay. He stopped smiling abruptly. "How many weeks pregnant was she?"

"Six weeks."

Tony ran a hand through his hair. Had she known? "Can I see her?"

"She isn't conscious yet."

Tony nodded. "I know. I just need to see her."

The surgeon nodded sympathetically. "I'm going to assume you are family."

Tony nodded. "Yes."

"Okay, well you can see her, but she won't be conscious for at least a couple of hours."

"Thank you." Tony whispered and began to follow the surgeon. He was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

"She's going to be okay, Tony." Gibbs said and pulled him into a very unlike Gibbs hug.

Tony hugged back gratefully, before giving one last meaningful look to everyone and following the surgeon.

Tony hated hospitals, which was a little ridiculous, considering he was an NCIS special agent. It was almost in his job description to get shot at, but he still hated it. He hated the smell, the cleanliness, the bright white hallways, but most of all he hated the feeling he got whenever he went into one. The knowing that death was just around the corner.

His shoes squeaked on the floor as he neared Ziva's room.

"Right here." The nurse said, opening the door and offering a small smile, "call if you need anything."

Tony nodded numbly and stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. Slowly and deliberately, he turned to face the bed in the middle of the room, dreading the sight. Ziva lay, tucked in to the bed with a tube down her throat. There were wires and beeping machines all around her and she looked so small, surrounded by all the equipment. Tony slowly walked towards her bed and sat down in the chair beside it. Ziva looked so pale and vulnerable. Tony couldn't stand to see her like that. He brushed a lock of hair from her face and kissed her softly on the forehead. Then he took her hand in his, vowing to never let her go again. Tony sat, staring at Ziva's frail body until exhaustion finally overcame him and he fell asleep to the rhythmic beeping of the machines.

A/N: Yeah. So she didn't die. Please review and tell me what you think. Thanks. And by the way, there will be more.