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Tick, tick, tick. Tony was really starting to hate that clock that hung on the wall right out side the hospital room. He focused back on look at Ziva's sleeping face. The color had begun to return to it about an hour ago, but she still looked very pale. Tony looked up again when the door opened and Gibbs walked in, followed closely by McGee and Abby.

"Hi, Boss," Tony mumbled, turning back to Ziva again.

"How's she doing?" Gibbs asked. He walked over and stood behind Tony's chair, resting his hand on the back.

"She's stable, the bullet missed any major arteries. She's just resting now." Tony turned to face his boss, staring into his dull green eyes. "She was pregnant boss." A stunned silence fell over the room. Even the clock seemed to quiet.

"How long?" croaked McGee from the doorway.

"Almost two months," he sighed, gripping Ziva's cold hand.

"You said was." They all looked over to Abby, who was clinging tightly to McGee's arm.

"With the amount of blood she lost, they couldn't save her and the baby." Tony could feel the tears as they began to fall down his face again. He leaned over and buried his face in Ziva's curly hair, not wanting anyone to see him crying.

"Tony?" He looked up at the sound of Ziva's voice.

"Hey," he said. He gave her hand a soft squeeze. "How are you doing?"

"What happened? I remember running through a warehouse, chasing Corbish, and then everything went black."

"He shot you, in the leg." Ziva shuddered and her hand fell to her stomach. She looked at Tony with pleading eyes, hoping what she saw blindly wasn't true. But he shook his head. "It's gone," he whispered, and then pulled her into him when she began to shake.

"It's okay," he assured, stroking her hair as she cried into his shoulder.

"Excuse me, Mr. DiNozzo?" Tony looked up at the doctor who had just walked in.

"Yes?" Tony said, standing, but not letting go of Ziva's hand.

"We ran some tests and everything about your wife seems to be in order, you two will be free to go home after you fill out some paper work."

"When did you two get married?" asked Gibbs, sounding unhappy and a little shocked.

"We didn't, we're not even engaged! Yet."

"Yet?" Gibbs turned his whole body to face his two agents.

"Yeah, well," Tony reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box. He turned back to Ziva and let go of her hand so he could open the box. "I was going to do this after we had finished the case, which I guess we kind of have, but Ziva David, I love you. I knew there was something different about you since the day I met you, something special. The first thing you asked me was if I was having phone sex, and you caught me totally off guard, which I never like. But with you I feel safe, and I don't have to try to be something I'm not." He opened the box, reveling a diamond ring. "Ziva, will you marry me?" Her tears turned from ones of sorrow to those of joy.

"Yes," she smiled, nodding. She leaned forward, ignoring the pain, and wrapped her arms around Tony's neck.

"Yeah!" came Abby's cheer. "Can I plan your wedding?"

"Abby!" McGee scolded.

"It's fine, Tim," he let go of Ziva to look at them. Abby looked like she was about to go crazy with joy, her death grip on McGee's arm growing tighter. McGee looked happy too, though less then Abby. Tony turned in his chair a little more to look at Gibbs, and he could feel Ziva turn to look at him too. His face showed no expression at all. They all just sat there, waiting for an answer, or a reaction of any kind.