-Sorry for the wait.

My friend is making an AWESOME story about Kelly Gibbs, so check her out here's her account: SpecialAgentGibbsJr. So here is chapter 14.

"The human life is made up of choices. Yes or no. In or out. Up or down. And then there are the choices that matter. Love or hate. To be a hero or to be a coward. To fight or to give in. To live. To die. Live or die. That's the important choice. And it's not always in our hands."

The door busted open, and a gurney with Anthony DiNozzo came through. Doctors were running beside him, forcefully putting air into his lungs.

"What's going on?" A female doctor asked the others as she ran to help them out.

"His lung is re-collapsing!" The doctor called back.

"Re-collapsing?" She asked.

"Ya, he was shot when he was in America, they patched it up there, now he got in a car crash. We are getting an OR now."

"Move! Clear out!"

Ziva waited anxiously, pacing, in the waiting room. She had blood on her shirt and hands; she shook in shock. She rubbed her arms trying to calm her nerves. A doctor came through the doors that led to a hallway, which led to the OR.

"Ms. David?" He called out.

"Yes? Is he okay?" Ziva answered and walked over to the doctor.

"My name is Doctor Gilbert. Tony is in the OR, and your father is in ICU, and that is where Tony will be after surgery."

"Thank you," she looked down to the ground.

"I know you are in shock from the crash, but I need to know exactly what happened." Dr. Gilbert said calmly.

"W-we were on our way back to Mossad-" Ziva began.

"From where?" he interrupted.

"W-…" Ziva closed her eyes in frustration. "Confidential!" Is all she could think up.

"Okay, go on…"

"I was driving and a black SUV rammed us from the passenger's side, I-I don't know what happened after that."

"But you brought them here." The doctor continued.

"Yes, after I awoke, I saw Tony and my father. We weren't to far out from the hospital, and Tony was still awake, but he was having trouble breathing. So-So-" Ziva started to break down so Dr. Gilbert interrupted again.

"It's okay. Do you need some water?" He asked.

Ziva nodded and he left. She went to go sit down, she buried her hands into her hands and started to sob.

"We got a bleeder!" A surgeon yelled in the OR

"I need a clamp!" Another yelled.

"His blood pressure is dropping!"

There were beeps, commands, and blood everywhere. The surgeon clamped the bleeder shut to stop the bleeding.

"Keep working, we got to get him stable and out of here! The last thing we need is an American agent dying on our soil." The surgeon with the clamp said.

"This all happened from a car crash?"

"Nah, he was in a gun-fight back in the U.S. But it seems this isn't enough damage for a car crash." He looked up from Tony to look at Dr. Gilbert, who just entered the room, covering his face with a face-mask.

Dr. Gilbert eyed the surgeon and left the room to go talk to Ziva. Ziva stood again as he entered the room.

"Dr. Gilbert." Ziva greeted.

Dr. Gilbert sighed and sat down to the seat next to Ziva's, she sat down too.

"Ziva, the injuries that Tony endured do not match a car accident." He said looking at Ziva. Ziva only stared back. "What really happened?"

Ziva swallowed and tried to figure out her wording. She didn't want to get people involved in what happened. It wasn't their business. It was no one's business, only herself, her father, and Tony needed to know what happened. She has kept enough secrets in her life; one more wouldn't hurt, as long as she didn't have to keep it from Tony.

"That is what happened." Ziva answered.

Gilbert sighed, disappointed, "Alright…your father is resting. Tony's still in surgery, he'll be out soon." He said and stood up.

He nodded at Ziva, she gave a shy look back, and Gilbert left. Ziva coughed with mental pain, she has never been so worried for one person. Of course she worried for Tali, and Ari, but they were on missions, like every normal day. So that eased with time. But this time everything was happening at once. Everyone found out the truth about Ari's death, hatred, love, rescue, and near death experience. We are American Agents; we aren't supposed to be in these situations! We are supposed to be the one's saving kidnapped people, not the one's being kidnapped! She told herself.

"Okay, patch him up. We are done here, keep an eye on him for the day then let him go home." The surgeon said.

He got cleaned up, then walked out of the OR and ran a hand through his hair. It was supposed to be an easy surgery but they ran into complications. At least he survived, he told himself

**-few hours later

Ziva sat next to Tony, sitting on the edge of his bed, with his hand in hers. She watched him sleep, he had scratched on his face from the explosion, and a few broken ribs, which was good according to the situation. He shifted in his bed, the first sign of movement since the surgery. The anesthetics were finally warring off.

"Ziva?" Tony said.

"Yes, I'm here, Tony." She answered.

"How's your dad?"

"He's fine. I checked on him a while ago, he wants to talk to you."

"Of course he does. I wasn't supposed to save him." Tony

"What? He told you to leave him?" Ziva asked

"Whoa, I don't think the anesthetics are worn off yet."

"I hope not. What are you talking about?" Ziva sat up.

"Hey, you know I can't think of the movie, but there's a really good quote about this. Why can't I think of it? Anyway-"

"Tony! Why did my father ask you to leave him?"

"He didn't ask, he told me. And he thought it was too risky. Which he was probably right. Look at me, look at you. You got scratched on your face, your clothes are all dirty, and my hair probably looks like crap-" Tony babbled.

Ziva chuckled "You're acting like Abby." She smiled.

Tony had a realization look on his face, "That's it! She's high all the time! That's how she's so happy…all the time!" Tony smiled back and they laughed together. Tony ended the laughter first and asked seriously, "Does Gibbs know?"

"No…he's probably worried sick, though."

"Ya…I really suck at following orders." Tony scrunched his face.

"How on earth did you get this job again?" Ziva joked.

"I smiled," Tony said showing Ziva the classic DiNozzo smile.

"I'm happy to see that again." Ziva smiled back.

"There's a lot of smiling in this room." Eli said standing in the door way.

"Hey, Director Eli how you doing? Did they give you enough ice cream? Where's mine by the way?" Tony said looking around the room.

"I see the effects of the anesthetics haven't worn off yet." Eli said coming into the room. "He's like a little kid."

"Oh that part isn't the anesthetic." Ziva said still smiling.

"Hey!" Tony said.

"It's true." Ziva shrugged.

"That may be, but don't say it when I'm in the room." Tony said.

"You rather me say it behind your back?" Ziva asked.

"I guess not," Tony said. "So Director, how long have you been standing there?"

"The part when you started babbling about Ms. Sciuto." Eli said.

"Okay, then you didn't miss much." Tony joked.

"You talked about Gibbs, and I want you to know I called him."

Tony and Ziva looked at each other, "He's going to kill me!" Tony said astonished.

"Come on. How mad could he be?" Ziva said.

"Mad! I broke so many rules," he whined. "I broke…number 1, 3,… 10, 12, 15,…and…40! Jezze that's a lot! Too many!"

"You have followed rules too. Like…18! 'It's better to seek forgiveness, than ask for permission.'"

"Ya…I guess. When is he getting here?" Tony asked.

"Tomorrow, when you leave," Eli said.

Ziva looked to the floor. It just dawned on her that she promised her father she would stay in Israel. She had this knot in her stomach as she thought of that, a painful, selfish knot. The feeling that she actually wished Tony didn't save her father, she felt terrible about thinking that. But she didn't want to leave Tony; maybe her father would change his mind.

"You okay Ziva?" Tony asked her.

"Ya," Ziva smiled as best she could. "Get some sleep, you need it."

"Do I look that bad?" Tony joked.

Ziva couldn't help but smile. She left the room with her father to let Tony get the rest he needed. Just then, Tony remembered the quote he was going to tell her, except it wasn't from a movie; it was from the day they first met.

This took me a long time to write. Didn't know exactly the wording I was going to do. But I think it turned out pretty good.

Thoughts?