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Tony held Ziva's face as long as she let him before she took a step back and wiped her face. Tony gathered some saliva in his mouth and swallowed it, trying to cure his overwhelming need for some liquid. She broke the silence, giving his large hand a squeeze, "I am going to find a doctor, I will be right back."

She returned shortly, two doctors right behind her, "Hey, welcome back, Agent DiNozzo!"

Tony smiled up at the doctor, "Thanks."

"How are you feeling?"

Tony swallowed again, "My throat hurts and I want to get out of this bed." Ziva walked around to her chair and picked up her bottled water, taking his plastic yellow cup before handing it back to him. He smiled at her and welcomed the liquid to his dry throat.

Dr. Bailey watched Ziva and then patted him on the top of his shoulder,"I see you picked the right woman to marry, Agent DiNozzo." Tony and Ziva shared a look and then turned back to the doctor as she spoke, "It's sore because of the ventilator that was helping you breathe for so long. We were beggining to think you weren't coming back to us." She smiled down at him and then started to discuss something about Tony's information on the monitor to the other doctor. He listened, but didn't understand a word of the gibberish doctor language, but then she used english again with him, "Well from what I can see you seem fine, but we've got to get a few more departments in here to check on you."

"Can I get out of bed?"

The doctor shook her head, "Not quite yet, I'm sorry." Tony let his head fall back on the pillow with a sigh. Everyone in the room looked up when the sliding doors opened and closed again. "Agent DiNozzo this is our head of neuro, Dr. Shepherd."

"Nice of you to join us." The doctor said and then shined his flashlight in both of Tony's eyes. "Alright follow my finger please?" Tony moved his eyes back and forth and up and down. The docotor moved to the end of the bed, "Wiggle your toes?" Tony followed directions and then wiggled his fingers on his good arm. "What year is it?"

Tony swallowed again to try and help his sore throat, "2012."

Dr. Shepherd smiled, "What's your phone number?"

Tony closed his eyes for a second and then opened them again, "2025559837." Ziva looked up, a surprise look on her face, and a small smile hidden on her lips.

"Okay great. And who's she?" He motioned with his head towards Ziva.

Tony looked at the doctor and then over to Ziva, "That's the woman I love."

Dr. Shepherd chuckled and looked at the other doctor in the room, "I know that, but do you know her name?"

"Ziva Gavriela David."

Dr. Shepherd looked Dr. Grey and Dr. Bailey and nodded, "He seems great. I can clear him." He signed the paper and then reached down to shake Tony's hand, "Glad you're back with us."

He left the room, followed by the other two doctors who promised they'd be back later to see how he was doing. Ziva returned to her chair that she had gotten to know way to well, but it was pulled slightly closer to the bed. "Why did you tell the doctor my number instead of yours?"

He smiled, "I've never been able to remember my own number, but yours is permanently in my brain." She chukled slightly. Tony took a deep breath and turned his head towards Ziva, "Gibbs and McGee went home?" She nodded and he continued, "Good. And they caught the son of a bitch that shot me?"

Ziva nodded again and spoke softly, "Gibbs did not stop until he was dead."

Tony nodded and chuckled a little, but stopped quickly when he realized how much it hurt his sore body. Ziva saw his pain and walked over to the water pitcher, pouring him some more water into his cup. She leaned over and handed it to him, "Thanks." Taking a sip of his water, he shifted in his bed to try and get comfortable in it, "Hey, would you mind pulling this pillow up so that it's higher on my back?"

Walking back to his bed, he leaned up far enough so that she could pull the pillow up on his back. "Is that better?" She asked.

He nodded and looked into the eyes that were staring back at his, "Yeah, that's a lot better, thanks." Using his good arm, he put his hand on her face and rubbed her cheek with his thumb. He let his hand slip around to the back of her neck and pulled her down gently towards himself. He placed his lips on hers, and the kiss only lasted long enough to make both of them want more. Ziva sat down on the edge of the bed and put both of her hands on his face, holding it in place as she dove into another kiss.

It was one that made her toes curl, as of all of his kisses did. He was a professional, and Ziva wouldn't mind being kissed like this for the rest of her life-minus the hospital part.

After about thirty seconds she pulled back and stood up, both of them practically out of breath. "I cannot do this." She said softly.

Tony pressed his lips together and watched as she sat down. He sighed, "Ziva I...

"No," She held up her small hand and shook her head, "Do not apologize, Tony. I kissed you as well."

His head fell back onto the pillow again, "You didn't mess everything up and make you hate me, though."

Ziva shook her head, "I do not hate you." She looked down at the floor, "I cannot hate you. I have tried."

He pulled his head up and his body ached to get out of the bed and walk over to her, "All I need is another chance, Zi. I swear to you, I won't screw it up."

Ziva looked directly into his green eyes and stared into them for what felt like several minutes. She forced herself to look away from him and stood from the chair, "We will talk about this later. I should call Gibbs and give him an update."

"Ziva..."

"Later, Tony." He watched as she opened her cell phone, walking out of the room and taking a left down the hall.

Tony groaned and wished, just for a second, that he could go back to his dream.