AN: thankyou for all the nice review for the chapter before last. I know I shouldn't be ashamed, but sometimes you can't help how you feel.

Anyway on a lighter note, this chapter will be much happier because I found my lost friend. Turns out he wasn't lost, or hadn't disappeared, technology is just shit! (sorry mcgee but its true)

Ambulances can be loud. Actually they have to be loud. It's kind of their purpose, be loud and get people out the way so you can actually save people. Three ambulances means 3 injured people. But it can also mean 3 potential deaths.

The waiting room was crowded as everyone from NCIS who had witnessed the incident had come to see the turn out. Vance tried his best to send some of the agents home but it seemed that they loved Tony and Ziva so much they wanted to be there to support them.

Gibbs looked into the room where Tony was being operated on

A doctor came out of the OR to inform the 'family members' of the situation.

'We are doing our best to remove the bullet with minimum damage but the bullet ha grazed his lung and with his history of lung problems some complication are arising. I understand this is a tough time for you, but you may need to be prepared for the worst.' She didn't wait for an answer because she hated this part. She knew if she stayed any longer some sort of abuse would be thrown her way.

She dialled a number on her phone and walked towards her office.

'Hi is this Dr Owens...' Ziva snatched the phone from her ear and pressed the end button.

'Don't you dare tell me to expect the worst? He will get through this you know why? Because we need him. I need him. Now you will get back in there and you will explain to the other doctors that my Tony cannot die on that table. If he dies, I will personally make sure that...' she was cut off by the doctor pulling the Israeli towards her for a hug.

'I am getting another doctor on the case. He's much more experienced in the area of lungs than I am. I promise you we will try every option before we give up.'

OOO

15 hours, a dozen coffees and 5 uneaten sandwiches later, the woman doctor from before came out of the OR. She removed her mask and smiled.

Everyone in the waiting room, well everyone left which consisted of Ziva, Abby, McGee, Gibbs and Vance stood up and had the same questioning look on their face.

'The worst is over. But the next few hours are critical. We are moving him to another room where you will be able to see him. but only one at a time.'

She left the waiting room with a smile on her face. Another day, another patient saved.

OOO

A now conscious Tony woke in pain. He looked around him and saw that it was very bright. Was he in heaven?

'Tony, I'm Doctor Shepherd.' Nope this was a hospital.

'you gave us quite a scare. I'll just go and get your wife.' My wife? Shit I must be in heaven. Unless I got married in Vegas and didn't remember.

Ziva practically ran in.

'Tony,' she stood by his bed contemplating whether or not to hug him. She turned to the doctor who nodded her approval.

'The Doc called you my wife. Why would she do that?' Tony asked after the doctor had left the room probably to save another patient.

Ziva lifted her left hand and pointed to the ring. 'I think she just assumed that we were married. Tony. I do.'

AN: there we have it. I have to admit I did not think my first story would bring about 90 odd reviews, but then again I didn't think my first story would be more than 3 chapters.

Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, favourited, alerted etc, it means a lot to know people are enjoying what I write.

Now I need to start writing and concentrating on the other stories, give them a read xx