Déjà Vu

by SweetSinger2010

Tony thought of Ziva's premonition as he heard the four shots ring out. They might as well have been ripping in to his own chest. When he saw her lying cold in autopsy that night, he wished they had.

10. Chapter 10

Déjà Vu

Chapter 10

Tony fought against unconsciousness, gasping, coughing, choking for air as he crawled toward his partner. One of the shots had hit him full in the chest.

Ziva was non-responsive when he rasped out her name. The few feet felt like unending yards as he dragged himself to her. She lay with a side of her face pressed in the ground, her dominant arm outstretched, slender fingers loosely curled around her weapon just inches away. Tony couldn't control the violent trembling of his own hand enough to feel for a pulse in her neck. Darkness crowded his vision as breathing became more and more difficult, and fire consumed his abdomen. But he had to know that she was alright. When he felt the flow of her blood throb against his finger, he relaxed.

The voices he heard in his earwig melded and meshed together. One by one, his senses lapsed, his pain eased,

And he let the darkness win.