McGee walked into Tony's room, waking Ziva from her bat nap. He looked over at her and tried to hide the worried and tired look on his face. "Oh, I'm sorry, Ziva. I didn't mean to wake you."

Ziva shoook her head and waved her hand at him, "It is fine, Tim. I am fine."

McGee only nodded and looked down at him, "Has the uh...doctor been in today?"

Ziva swallowed and nodded, "Yes." McGee tore his stare off of Tony and looked up at Ziva again, "Nothing has changed." She managed to say, "He has to wake up."

McGee let out a sigh, walked over to Ziva's chair and sat down on the edge of Tony's bed in front of her. He chuckled and it earned him a funny look from Ziva. "He would yell at me to get off of his bed." Ziva smiled and looked doown at the floor. McGee lost his smile and cleared his throat. "Gibbs and I have a plane at noon." Ziva nodded and started to say something again, but stopped when she noticed McGee trying to say something.

Ziva scrunched her eyebrows together, "What is it, Tim?"

He cleared his throat and spoke softly, "Tony wanted me to uh..." He stopped again and Ziva turned her head in confusion. "...say something to you in case he...doesn't wake up."

Ziva's eyes instantly turned cold and she looked directly in his eyes, "He will wake up, McGee." She said sternly, and McGee nodded quickly.

"I know, I know he will. But if I don't tell you this he'll kill me when he does wake up and I want to live so...I'm gonna tell you." Ziva only nodded and waited for him to continue. "He's sorry, Ziva." She felt her mouth fall open slightly while he adjusted on the bed and looked into her brown eyes again, "Tony thought he was dead and his very last words were to take care of Abby, Ducky, Palmer and Gibbs. And to make sure that if you get married, you marry a good man, somebody that will take care of you." McGee let out another sigh, "His dying words were to make sure you are taken care of and to let you know that he's sorry."

Ziva wiped the tears off of her face, damn, she was doing that a lot these days. "Thank you."

McGee nodded, "You're welcome." He stood from the bed and grabbed her left hand, giving it a squeeze, "I'll see you and Tony back home?"

Ziva looked up at him and let a small smile show on her lips as she stood and hugged him, "See you then, McGee."

4 days later...

"How are you this morning?"

Ziva gave a faint fake smile to the doctor, "I am fine."

She opened Tony's eyelids and shined her small light into both of his eyes and then clicked her pen open, "Are you getting homesick?"

Ziva rubbed her temples, "No, but I am tired of this hospital."

Dr. Grey chuckled and nodded at her, "Me too." She finished writing something on Tony's chart and then closed it, looking down at Ziva again, "You know, today is my day off so I don't really have anything else to do, so I will sit with him if you want to go and get some rest."

Ziva swallowed the lump that was in her throat and shook her head, "No, thank you. I am fine."

She nodded, "Okay. Let me know if you need anything."

"Thank you. Has anything changed?" She asked slowly, her eyes full of worry.

"It's very good that he was able to come off of the ventilator yesterday. He is breathing on his own and his lungs sound great. His pupils are still equal and reactive, but we won't know what else is wrong with him until he can wake up and tell us." Ziva nodded slowly and let out a long sigh. Every time she asked about him, she heard the same words; he needed to wake up.

The doctor pressed her lips together and walked around Tony's bed and sat down the same place McGee did a few days earlier. "I know why your scared, I've been in your place before. And I know a person needs people around them at times like this, so if you need somebody to talk to, I'm here."

"My place?" Ziva was confused.

Meredith nodded, "Yes, when your husband is here, but he's not with you."

Ziva shook her head, "Tony is...not my husband."

She nodded, "I know, but he's somebody you love. Anybody who's been in this room knows that. Husband or not." She smiled at Ziva again, "Just hang in there."

Ziva watched as she left Tony's room, the doctors words echoing in her head. She leaned back in the chair she came to know very well and closed her eyes. The sleep she'd forgotten in the last several hours crashed down onto her body.

4 hours later...

He slowly opened his eyes and looked around the room. He heart his heart monitor to his left and watched as a few people rolled another hospital bed by his room. He opened his mouth to try and speak, but his throat was sore and dry, and he desperately needed some water. His whole body ached and his neck hurt when he turned his head.

He watched her for several minutes when she stirred and slowly opened her eyes and finally, finally looked into his.

"Tony." She said quietly, standing and taking the three steps to his pillow. She put her hand on his chest, "You're okay." Tony smiled weakly at her.

"Hey beautiful." He said barely above a whisper. A tear fell from her left eye and landed on his hospital gown.

"I should tell one of the doctors that you are awake." She replied quietly.

Tony shook his head and lifted his right hand to her face, rubbing her cheek softly with his thumb, "Are you okay?"

Ziva nodded and let a few more tears fall from her eyes, "Yes, I am fine. We are all fine." She put her hand on his face as well, "Everything is okay now."

He smiled weakly at her, "Good."

Ziva grabbed his hand and squeezed it tight.

He was alive.