Here is chapter 10 of this story! I'm sorry I didn't get this up sooner. Things have been a bit crazy and they probably will only get crazier, but I'm trying so thanks for being patient with me. This chapter is another time jump so I hope you don't mind that. Also, someone had asked me why I named this fanfic Pitter-Pat. I didn't really know what I was going to call this at the time. I was listening to my iPod when I wrote the first chapter. One of the songs that came up was Pitter-Pat by Erin McCarley so I went with that as a title because I love that song. I'm not very good at naming things, if you didn't know that already. Well, I'll let you get to it and enjoy!

Three days later…

It had been a little over a week since the accident. The accident she still didn't know everything about. She had woken up three days ago to see the familiar face of her partner, Tony. She was overjoyed to see him and see that he was alright. The first thing she wanted to know was what had happened to her. He had told her about the accident, how she drowned. What he didn't tell her was how she had got to the hospital. He had stopped the story and told her that she needed to rest. She hadn't seen much of him since, he was ignoring her. She didn't like to be ignored, especially by him.

The whole team had come to visit her over the past few days. They had come and gone, but Tony had yet to show up. She had tried to pry it out of Gibbs, but he had refused to talk about it. He said she needed to talk to Tony about the accident and where he had been.

She was currently packing up her belongings. She was leaving against medical advice because let's face it; she was tired of staying in the hospital. She still was in pain, she didn't deny that. The doctor was going to give her medication for the time being. No one questioned her on the choice because they didn't stand a chance to make her stay in this hospital any longer. She just wanted to leave and get back to her life.

She was determined to stay at her place, but Gibbs had other plans. He had said she needed to stay with someone. Abby had immediately offered her home to Ziva. Ziva hesitated, but she didn't really have a choice.

Now she was just waiting for Abby to come pick her up so she could go to her place. She looked at the clock, sighing because Abby was already half an hour late. "Where are you, Abby?" She mumbled under her breath.

"I'm definitely not Abby," said a voice from behind her.

She immediately turned around to see Tony standing in the doorway, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe. "What are you doing here?" She turned away from him, continuing to fold her clothes.

"Ziva," he sighed. "I'm sorry. I've been busy."

"No, no I do not want to hear it. I've been awake for almost three days and you weren't here."

"If you just let me explain…" He tried reasoning with her, clearly it wasn't working.

"I don't want to hear it, Tony. You weren't here." She felt the tears beginning to from in her eyes.

"Just let me explain, Ziva," he stepped towards her.

"No, I'm not going to stand here and listen to you. Besides, Abby will be here any minute to take me to her place." She packed the last of her clothes in the bag, hurriedly zipping it up.

"Actually…" He started.

"Change of plans, Ziver," Gibbs replied, walking into the room. "You are going to stay with DiNozzo."

"What – what happened to Abby?" She looked between the two men. She was angry at Tony; there would be no way she could stay with him. "I thought Abby was going to let me stay with her," she gulped.

"Abby isn't feeling very well; she said she may have picked something up."

"Can't I stay with you, Gibbs?" She looked at the older man.

"You could, but DiNozzo offered his place." Gibbs picked up her bag, slinging it over his shoulder.

"I took off a few days for you." Tony looked at Ziva.

"Perfect," she mumbled under her breath, walking towards the door. "Are we ready?" She looked between the two men.

"We're waiting." Tony gingerly replied.

"What are we waiting for?" She questioned him.

"For this." A nurse gripping a wheelchair walked into the room. "Are you ready, Ms. David?" The nurse looked at the younger woman.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" She pointed at the wheelchair.

"You're supposed to sit in it, Ziva," Tony lightly laughed.

"I'm not leaving this hospital in that. I refuse to," she huffed as she folded her arms.

"I'm sorry, but it's protocol. It's the only way we will let you leave the hospital." The nurse replied, turning the wheelchair around for Ziva to sit in.

"Are you kidding me?" Ziva laughed. "I have to leave in that?"

"Yes." The nurse nodded towards the wheelchair.

"But…" She hesitated.

"Sit down, Ziver." Gibbs headed towards the door.

"Gibbs," she complained.

"Just do it." He moved out in the hallway. "Let's go."

She sighed, plopping down in the wheelchair. She noticed the nurse reached down to put the footrests into place. "No, no let's just go. Make this less embarrassing than it has to be."

"Okay." The nurse replied, pushing the wheelchair out of the room.

The nurse wheeled Ziva towards the elevator, Tony following closely behind the pair. Gibbs got to the elevator first, pushing the down button. The elevator arrived a few moments later, the group stepping onto the elevator.

The ride down was quiet. The only thing that could be heard was the ding of the elevator, indicating that they were on the ground floor. The nurse pushed the wheelchair out of the hospital, before letting Ziva get up. She smiled politely, going back into the hospital.

"I'm going to get the car," Gibbs left the pair alone, before either could say anything.

This felt awkward because she didn't know what to say to him. She was furious with him and she knew that he knew that. She chewed nervously on her bottom lip, hoping that at any moment Gibbs would be back with the car.

"Ziva," Tony started.

"There's the car," she replied awkwardly, walking over to the car. She immediately got into the car, buckling herself in.

Tony watched as Gibbs leaned over in the car, whispering something in her ear. Ziva nodded and kept her gaze on the view in front of her. Gibbs kissed her temple, opening the car door. He watched as Gibbs got out of the car and made his way over to Tony.

Tony sighed, meeting Gibbs halfway. "She's in a hurry." Tony watched Ziva lean against the back of her seat.

"Go easy on her, DiNozzo. You just have to talk to her. She'll understand." Gibbs reasoned.

"That's what I'm worried about. I'm afraid she won't understand." Tony sighed.

"She will if you explain it to her. Just give her time, okay?"

"Okay," Tony agreed, dropping the subject. "Are you going to go see Abby?"

"Yeah, I'll go check on her. Call if you need anything, DiNozzo." Gibbs began to walk away. "Tony?"

"What?" Tony looked at Gibbs.

"Take care of her." Gibbs continued to walk away.

"I always do." Tony watched a Gibbs walked away, before getting into the front seat of his car. "Ready?" Tony looked towards Ziva.

She nodded, leaning her head against the headrest.

Tony adjusted the mirrors, watching Ziva close her eyes. He put the car in drive and drove the familiar route to his apartment.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at his apartment, he parked the car. He turned to look at Ziva; she had been silent for the whole ride. He smiled slightly to himself, she had fallen asleep, and her soft snores could be heard through the silence of the car.

He got out of the car, going over to her side. He opened her door, debating whether or not he should wake her. She really needed her sleep, but she would kill him if he carried her to his apartment. He stood there for a moment, going through the pros and cons in his head.

It was worth a shot, he didn't have the heart to wake her.

He unbuckled her seatbelt, opening the car door even wider. He placed one arm under her legs and the other on her lower back, scooping her up. She was lighter than he expected. He shut the car door with his foot, carrying her to the entrance of his apartment. He didn't have any problems, until he got to his door. Somehow he was successful in opening his apartment door, mentally patting himself on the back for being so good at multitasking. He didn't have time to turn on the lights, he knew the way to his bedroom.

He carefully laid her on his bed, wondering how she could sleep through all of that. He pulled out a spare blanket from the bedroom closet, covering her up with it. She contently sighed, making him smile to himself. Even in her sleep, she was still beautiful as ever. He watched her for a moment, before tiptoeing out of his room, closing the door behind him.

He wasn't expecting her to wakeup anytime soon; he could tell she was exhausted. Sure she would probably kill him when she found out that he carried her up here, but he didn't have the heart to wake her. It showed how much he cared for her. They had so much they needed to talk about, but the least he could do was let her sleep.

He left his apartment, walking back out to his car to retrieve her bag. He opened the door, pulling her bag out. He pressed the lock button, the car beeped. He walked back up to his apartment, placing her bag near his bedroom door.

Now what was he supposed to do?

He walked over to his movie collection, scanning the various genres of movies. He finally settled on Forrest Gump. He put the movie in the DVD player, making his way over to his kitchen. He put the bag in the microwave, hearing the popping sounds from the popcorn. He stopped the microwave, pouring it into a bowl. He pulled out a beer from the fridge, walking back over to his couch. He pressed play and leaned back against the couch.

The opening credits rolled in. The movie just beginning, he chomped on his popcorn greedily. He realized he hadn't eaten since earlier that morning. He went through two beers, putting his hand in the popcorn bowl. He saw that he had eaten all of the popcorn, placing the empty bowl on the table. He watched the rest of the movie in silence, starting to feel his eyelids droop.

He woke up two hours later, noticing that he had fallen asleep. He sat up, cracking his back to get the kinks out of it. He pulled himself up from the couch, taking his beer bottles and empty bowl to the kitchen. He dropped them in the sink.

He needed to check on Ziva. She had yet to wake up.

He walked over to his bedroom door, preparing to open it. It was almost open, until he heard her scream for him. He hastily opened the door, running into the darkened room.

He would save her, he would always save her.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I know most of the chapters have been from Tony's POV but the next chapter will include a little more of Ziva's POV. I'm hoping to get the next chapter up by the end of this week. I'm sorry in advance if I don't, but I try and get it up as soon as I can. Thanks to all who review or follow. I hope you all have a good week and be excited because the new season comes back in a few weeks!