Tony lay in his hospital bed slowly falling into a deep sleep. He was only seconds away from entering his dream state when he was rudely awaken by a harsh beeping sound followed by three nurses flooding into the room with a doctor by there side. Tony opened his eyes as they made their way past his bed, heading in Ziva's direction.
No. Tony thought. No. Tony could only whisperer the words in his head because the fear that infected him had stripped him of his voice. He turned his head to Ziva whose eyes were closed. Her facial expression was a strange monotone Tony had never seen before.
He knew something was wrong. His heart raced and he could feel the icy tingle of adrenalin rushing through his veins which began to firmly freeze him in place. Tony glanced frantically at the nurses who took orders from the doctor. Tony could not understand there words, they were moving so quickly trying to find the problem that was causing Ziva's heart to stop.
They were losing her. Tony's breathing came faster and faster by the second. He'd glance from the doctor to the nurse to Ziva and could not find a reassuring expression. What's happening? Ask them you idiot! Why won't you ask them? You can't even ask a simple question? What's wrong with her? This is the woman you love and you can't even ask if she's alright! WHAT'S WRONG WITH HER? Tony was screaming at his body to move. He was giving his mouth orders, which his body decided to ignore.
Tony could not seem to move from the shock. Everything had changed in a moment. In a split second Ziva went from making a recovery to falling into the darkness of death once again. Please. Tony thought as Ziva's heart stopped completely. She was dead. No. Tony whispered. Not again. Please. Not again. No. Please. Not again. Please. Tony begged as he began to hyperventilate.
He tried to control himself so he would not draw any attention to himself. He wanted everyone to focus on Ziva. Tony wanted her to be alright again. He wanted to time travel back to that moment they had a few minutes ago. The moment where she smiled and asked if what she felt was his braces or something else. He wanted that moment he had when he held her in his arms.
Tony remembered the feel of her soft skin against him when she collapsed in his arms. He remembered her smiles, her warmth, her touch, her eyes, her sweet smell, the depth of her stare, the silent desire she gave him with every glance. He was losing her. No. Tony thought again.
"Ziva." He managed to whisper very weak as if he had not been given water for days.
"Is she… nurse?" He looked at one of the nurses' that was standing off to the side.
The nurse understood his question immediately and decided to give him an honest answer.
"At this point I don't know. Sorry." The nursed turned to face Ziva again.
The doctor had ordered for the defibrillator and began to shock Ziva. Her body flopped wildly and Tony had to turn away. If she did die he did not want to remember her last moments this way.
Five Weeks Later
Tony had been moved to a singles room which made him very upset. He did not want to part himself from the room he had stayed in for many months now, but his desires mattered very little when it was compared to his health. The doctor had order Tony two months of intense physical therapy when he arrived back in the United States.
Tony was being transferred to a United States Hospital in Washington. It was Tony's personal request. He believed he would feel more comfortable at home. When Tony made his decision the team agreed they would follow him. Ziva's body would also be transferred to Washington with Tony.
Tony's body was healing nicely according to Ducky except for his mangled legs. Ducky always tried to give him a sense of optimize but with everything that had happened Tony was finding even the easiest chores difficult like brushing his teeth. He had been drain of desire over the five weeks. Ziva's heart had consistently stopped and she was not allowed to be without supervision.
The doctors assumed it was because she was very weak and fragile because of the explosion. Luckily her heart was becoming stronger. She had only flat lined once in the past two weeks. Ziva was healing. When Tony was moved to the singles room he fought hours with the doctor, but his efforts were pointless because the doctor believed it was best for his health to stay in a singles room.
Tony would become very anxious when Ziva showed any signs of feeling uncomfortable, which put a lot of stress on Tony's body making it twice as hard for his body to heal. He needed his rest and he could not do that with Ziva by his side. Although Tony was not allowed to share a room with Ziva until they were shipped back to the United States, he was allowed to go to the garden in the front area of the hospital.
At first he thought he would never go to the garden but the silence of his room quickly changed his mind. He called a nurse who smiled at him as she made her way to a wheel chair in the far left corner of his room. The nurse, whose name tag read, Samantha, was very nice.
She gently helped him onto the chair. Tony's legs were placed straight out in front of him and he felt embarrassed because he thought he looked ridiculous.
"How's Ziva?" Tony's first question when they arrived in the rose section of the garden.
"She's better. I think she misses her room buddy. She's got nobody to talk to. The others are back in D.C right? Vance, Ducky, Abby, McGee…they're all gone, right?" Samantha asked in a curious voice.
"Yeah, Gibbs is the only one left. He said he would come with Ziva and I. He wanted to stay with us." The nursed pushed Tony's wheel chair through the thousands of flowers around them and nodded her head.
"Hey can I ask you for a really big favor?" Tony asked.
"Depends on what it is." The nurse challenged.
Tony took a breath and asked, "Could you…take me to see Ziva?"
Samantha smiled behind Tony as he waited anxiously for her reply.
"Will see?" The answer did not satisfy Tony but he did not push on.
He knew if they did not let him see Ziva he would find a way on his own. After they short trip in the garden the nursed entered the hospital doors. She pushed Tony into the elevator and pressed the number four button.
"Um, I'm on three." Tony stated and the nurse gave him a smile.
Tony thought for a moment. Then he realized what the nurse was doing. Ziva was on the fourth floor. He smiled when he realized her great generosity.
"Thanks." Tony stated.
"Just don't tell anyone, deal?" Samantha smiled and the elevator dinged.
"Deal." Samantha wheeled Tony out of the elevator and down the hall to the right. He had not seen Ziva since they moved him.
She looked a lot better. Ziva cheeks were a beautiful shade of pink. Her eyes look livelier, her lips were a stronger and more prominent red, her skin was a beautiful tan color, her hair looked smooth healthy and strong.
Ziva turned to look at her guest she felt an immediate amount of joy rush through her when she discovered it was Tony. He heart fluttered and the embarrassing beep on her heart monitor proved her excitement. Tony laughed and she blushed.
"Excited to see me?" Tony asked and Samantha left shooting Ziva a wink.
Ziva smiled at Samantha then answered Tony.
"Yes." She stated honestly.
"Are you feeling any better? You sure look beautiful." Ziva smiled widely.
"I do feel better...thank you... And what about you legs?" Ziva asked when her eyes met his legs in braces.
"Same." Tony answered, and he noticed Ziva's smile slightly fall at the news.
"So are you excited we're going back to D.C. our flights in two days?" Tony asked curious of her answer.
"Strangely, yes." Ziva smiled at him again.
"Why strangely?" Tony wondered.
"I thought I'd miss Israel, but I want to go home." Tony gave her a classic DiNozzo smile.
"I know what you mean. I'd like to sit in my own chair and watch my own movies." Tony went on and on and Ziva only watched him.
She gave him a strong and passionate stare. Inside she was burning with desire to stand close to him. It took
Tony a moment to realize her center of attention directed toward him.
"What?" He asked.
"You look…brighter." Ziva laughed at the sound of her sentence.
"You know I was thinking the same thing about you. It's like your face is pinker or something." There was a long pause of silence.
Tony and Ziva shared a long and passionate stare. Their look was full of questions and silent desires, and a few fantasies slipped in. Tony never wanted to leave her side and he was great that he was going to be able to spend half a day by her side when they travel back to the States.
He needed to hold on for two days. Forty eight hours and he would have her next to him to talk to, to look at, and made if he was lucky to hold. Ziva could see some worry in Tony's eyes, but she ignored it.
She focused on his features. Ziva fell in his beautiful eyes that had a good amount of excitement, which seemed to increase as the seconds ticked by.
She thought he grew a little tanner since the last time she saw him and he look almost older. Their staring contest went on for a few more minutes. Then their moment was interrupted by Samantha who had come to take Tony back to his room.
"I'm sorry but if you want to be able to see Ziva like this again I got to make sure you don't get caught and the doctors' supposed to come and check up on Ziva in ten minutes so I think its best we pack up." Tony shook his head in agreement.
"Yeah…" Tony gave Ziva one last longing look.
"Bye, Ziva." Ziva smiled and Samantha rolled him back to his room.
Sorry I haven't written in a while, but I've been really tried. I fell asleep at 3 pm and woke up at 9 pm (it was a really long nap) so I think that explains my exhaustion. Anyway hope you liked it. I'm going to try and wrap up the problem with Tony's legs pretty soon (probably next chapter 99.9% sure next chapter). I don't know when I'll be able to write again, but I'll do my best to make it as soon as possible. Thanks again.
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