Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from NCIS. If I did then I would have written episodes differently…one I would never have written Recoil that way…two I would have gotten Ziva and Tony Together ages ago. Unfortunately I don't…so some of you who liked Recoil can relax…as for you people who like Tiva and are reading this…sorry I can't. The characters are all owned by CBS and Belisarius Productions, any original characters belong to me.

A/N: Okay steamy Tiva scenes are coming but for the time being I have a plot to weave so please keep reading and reviewing. Also there are a few Jibbs and McAbby moments coming so be on the lookout for them.

It had taken Jenny Shepard twenty minutes and a lot of flashing of ID and badge before she got into the now tightly secured Bethesda Naval Hospital. She had been stopped on three separate occasions by three different groups of Marine MP's before she'd even reached the information desk much less the elevator. But now riding the elevator up to the floor that Operating Theatre was situated on, she had let out a sigh of relief.

As the doors opened and Jenny stepped out, she caught sight of Leroy Jethro Gibbs, head down hands clasped together, sitting in the waiting area outside Operating Theatre. Jenny smiled as he looked up and it almost drained from her face if it hadn't been well practiced to keep at least a face that gave little away. Gibbs looked like he'd been buried by a mountain, his clothes were dirty and the nicks from fly shrapnel were now looking very grimy with the dirt mixed in with the platletting blood.

"Hey Jen." Gibbs gave her a slight smile and rose. Even as he did so he never expected what came next. She was suddenly pressed against him, tears running down her face, her lips slowly and painfully against his. Then he was responding pulling her into his embrace and returning the longing kisses.

They broke apart quickly as someone cleared his throat behind them. Gibbs grinned at Jenny as he turned to see Karen Burley with Kelly Louise in tow in the pram. Her eyes were red and puffy and her cheeks betrayed the fact that she had recently been crying. "I…I'm sorry….Gibbs," was all she could say before bursting into tears again, sooner than Gibbs could bring her into his embrace like a father comforting a daughter. Kelly Louise began to cry at the same time and all Jenny could do was pick her up, Gibbs forced the grin from his face. It wasn't really the place or time to think about Jenny as a mummy.

"Its okay," Gibbs replied matter of factly, "Stan's stronger than a splinter. He'll pull through, he always does."

Karen nodded without a word as she wiped her face and turned to smile as Kelly Louise was moving in Jenny's arm. Jenny Shepard was not used to kids and she wasn't used to struggling babies, Karen thankfully came to her rescue seconds later. Kelly's wide eyes fixed on Gibbs as he moved over to Jenny, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. Jenny looked up at him as Karen moved away slightly from Gibbs, Jenny and the pram. "What are you thinking in that head of yours, Leroy Jethro Gibbs?" Jenny looked at him, he was desperately trying not to smile.

"I was thinking Madam Director," Gibbs knew the name grated on Jenny, "That you might make one hell of a lover, but not a Mother." Gibbs grinned as Jenny gave him an arched eyebrow.

"Would you care to find out?" The question coyly put, made Gibbs look at her as if asking whether she was kidding or not. Jenny smiled, as she read the signs on his face, "You think I joke about anything like that Jethro?" She smiled as she walked over to the seats letting go of him. Gibbs stood there watching her as Jenny sat down on the seat and looked in Karen and Kelly Louise's direction.

The door at the entrance of the operating theatre opened and a young looking doctor walked slowly out, still dressed in scrubs and removing the surgeon's cap from his head. Karen turned as he headed in her direction, "Mrs Burley?"

"Yes," Karen looked worriedly at him as Gibbs and Jenny walked over to where the Doctor and Karen stood.

"My name is Doctor David Harris," The young looking surgeon named Harris smiled at each person in turn. "I performed the surgery on your husband," He continued, the worry was beginning to leave Karen now. "I removed all the shrapnel and repaired the damage," He paused again, "Does your husband play sport?"

"Yes," Karen looked surprised at him, "Why?"

"He won't have as much dexterity as he used to if he has to bend down now," Doctor Harris said a grave tone, "This shouldn't affect him as a NCIS Agent, but he won't be as good as he used to be at sport."

"May I see him," Karen asked, her voice calm but still not as composed as she would have like to be.

"Yes, he's in recovery and he'll be moved to one of the surgical wards," The doctor replied, watching as Karen put Kelly back in the pram and pushed back towards him, "But I think he'll just be coming out of the Anaesthetic just about now." The doctor led the way through the doors, leaving Gibbs and Jenny standing in the waiting area. Gibbs turned to Jenny, "I better get back to McGee and Abby…I can see them now in each others embrace. Thinking that I'm not there!" Gibbs ambled towards the elevator and turned back to Jenny who was now following Karen into the operating theatre, "I'd have you as my lover and a mum any day, Jen!" Without another word Gibbs, with his trademark smile, disappeared into the elevator, leaving Jenny standing stunned in the entranceway of the Operating Theatre.

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Tony pulled the scalpel away from the insertion that he had made, gritting his teeth and hissing through them from the pain like a cobra paused to strike. Thick blood began to run down his armpit and upper torso as he held his arm up to see what he was doing. Pushing his thumb and forefinger into the wound, the painful gasp that accompanied it could only be thought of as a subdued scream. Dots appeared before his eyes, but he shook them off with a shake of his head, before muttering. "You murdered her you bastard, you take your pain like a man or you can bleed out!" Tony's eyes lit up as the small object covered with blood slid from the wound that Tony had caused, Tony looked at the little GPS beacon and dropped it on the ground.

"That will make it harder to find me boss," Tony muttered as he stamped on the GPS beacon. He quickly attached steri-strips to the outside wound and adding some gauze before wrapping that with a bandage that cover his arm and shoulder.

He closed his eyes as he collapsed to the floor of the bathroom of a cheap hotel that he had pulled into once he had lost the DCPD cars that had been chasing him in a cloud of smoke thanks to his sweet ride outside. Gasping in deep breaths to clear his head, Tony wiped his eyes against the tears that were forming. He hurt, both physically and emotionally. He had lost her, Ziva was dead and Gibbs would be hunting him. What made it worse, like a dagger to his heart was that he was in his right mind. He knew her as the angel in his life, the woman who had walked into his life three years ago and been so intoxicating. The woman who had stolen his heart that night, that unforgettable night all those months ago, he loved Ziva pure and simple. Now she was dead and he hated himself for it.

Tony reached up and pulled the syringe filled with Morphine out and grunted as he jabbed himself, he watched as the morphine disappeared into his body. He mused about whether overdosing, he rejected the idea out of hand. He knew what he had to do, he would get someone maybe even Ducky to stitch him up properly, then he'd go to his apartment and then he'd find the cell and he'd kill every last one of those terrorists, saving Strahan to be the very last. With this thought in his mind he closed his eyes as the needle slid from his arm and he dropped into a Morphine induced sleep.

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McGee was just picking up the Caf-Pow from the machine and was walking down to Abby's lab when she screamed. Dropping the drink on the ground and not waiting a second longer he burst into a run. Reaching the lab, he found Abby in tears looking at the monitor, the mascara that had already run was joined by a new line of running mascara as more tears ran down her face.

"Abby," McGee moved over to Abby, apprehension on his face.

"He's dead!" Abby cried as she wrapped her arms around his neck and burying her head into McGee's shoulder as she wept.

"Who Abs?" McGee held her close, enjoying the close proximity with Abby, yet he still hadn't got a clue as to whom she was speaking about.

"Who? I'm talking about Tony, Timmy." Abby pulled away, her hand connecting with the back of his head as exactly like Gibbs.

McGee looked at her annoyance on his face, "What was that for?"

Abby's glare silenced the outrage in seconds as she looked at him, "Because you didn't even think about him."

"I only just got here!" McGee let out an exasperated sigh, "I spent half an hour trying to get past roadblocks to get here and help you. I don't even know where Tony is!"

"McGee…"Abby looked at him, her emotions were sliding all over the place now. First, she had been crying, now she was angry and at the centre of it all, Timothy McGee was in the firing line the whole time. "Don't…I just saw his GPS die on the plasma!" Abby turned and typed furiously and another screen lit up showing the heart rate monitor's diagram, "This is Tony's heart rate two minutes before. It's its really high as a heart rate…then it disappears completely, here!"

"That doesn't prove he's dead, Abby" McGee forced himself not to roll his eyes and failed miserably, earning a glare from Abby. "Sorry, but you did just assumed he was dead…what makes you think he died?"

Abby beamed as she realised what he was saying, immediately her arms were around his neck and McGee was feeling good about the close proximity. He froze as the next words met his ears and the smile faded, "So where's the Caf-Pow?"

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Gibbs started down the steps outside Bethesda Naval Hospital and was heading towards the car. "Jethro!" The voice startled Gibbs for a second before he recovered. FBI Agent Tobias Fornell stood by his car, his balding head sported a bandage and his arm appeared to be in a sling. He jerked his head towards the rear of the car and Gibbs followed as Fornell climbed into the back of the car. Gibbs climbed in after him as an FBI Agent closed the door and stood guarding the door making sure that no one came near.

"What's this about Tobias?" Gibbs turned toward his friend.

Tobias looked out the window for a moment before turning back to Gibbs, "I'm sorry Jethro, but I've been removed from control of the case." Fornell continued as Gibbs mouth tightened in anger, "With Sacks and the other Agents being killed, the Deputy Director has taken control of this operation," Tobias turned to look at Gibbs, "Which means…"

"Means what!" Gibbs glared out of the window angrily, "Tobias!"

Fornell closed his eyes he felt old and tired, "Which means that DiNotzo is now one of America's most wanted."

"How long?" Gibbs asked turning to his friend, "How long do I have before the rest of the FBI can trace him?"

Fornell shrugged at his friend, "Your guess is as good as mine. He removed the GPS from under his arm." He paused to look concerned at Gibbs, "You s'pose that he found it or did he suddenly remember who he is? Cause let me tell you if he had wanted to kill Sacks or my other agent he could have."

Gibbs grinned a little as he took in this new information, "I suspect that DiNozzo not only found that chip, but he also remembers, his memory has returned and I suspect he'll try and complete his mission."

"What makes you say that?" Fornell grinned as he eyed his friend.

Gibbs jerked his head in that knowing way of his, "Would you believe my Gut?" Both men smiled as they parted and Gibbs climbed from the car and disappeared into the dark.

A/N: Thanks for reading hope you are enjoying it. Don't worry Tony will be fine in the next couple of chapters…have faith. Kandon.