Title: Hospital Chapels
Author: Ihave207bones, SplishySplash
Characters: Tony/Ziva
Pairing: TIVA
Genre: Het, Hurt/Comfort/ Friendship
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Set during Hiatus, Tony sits in the hospital chapel to allow himself some time to collect his thoughts before he had to fill Gibbs' shoes to figure out who did this to him.
Anthony DiNozzo wasn't a very religious man, but sitting in the dinky hospital chapel made him feel the hope that everything would be okay in the end. He didn't have a lot of time to grieve for the man who he had seen as a father, but did he really need to? Leroy Jethro Gibbs was laying in a hospital bed, in a coma that he didn't want to wake up from.
Gibbs. Explosion. Coma. Case.
He was in charge now and he had to find who did this to him, but he needed a moment to collect himself. He wasn't sure why Jesus hanging on the cross in front of the chapel brought so much relief to him, but he needed all the guidance he could get right now, even if it was the wooden cross.
Everybody was looking at him to fill some extremely big shoes.
The door opened and some light footsteps walked towards him, he knew who they belonged to. The person sat next to him, but didn't say anything only laying a gentle hand on his arm. His breath hitched and he looked ahead. "I don't think I can do this."
Her hand traveled up his arm to his shoulder, her fingers danced lightly up his neck to his cheek and took a hold of his chin, forcing him to remove his eyes from the cross and look her in the eye. "I have no doubts that you are the right man for the job." She said firmly and she brushed her fingers across his unshaved cheek.
He released a shaky breath. "What if. . ." He started, but was stopped when a thumb brushed his lips.
"No what if's." She said just as firmly. "You are not Gibbs, you are Tony who is just as good as good as him, he taught you everything you need to know. You have full support from Jenny, McGee, Abby, Ducky . . ."
He took her hand in his. "And you?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
She leaned in and pressed a light kiss to his cheek. "Do you have to ask?" She asked, giving his hand a squeeze and rested her head against his shoulder, to let him know that she would always be there to support him even when everybody was looking at him for support.
Which was more than he got from a cross hanging on the wall, maybe that was why he wasn't a religious man. He didn't need to be when he had Ziva.