"What are you telling me…exactly?" Tony questioned the Doctor and peered back into her room for a moment.
"I suggest you say your goodbyes. It's a privilege not many loved ones get the chance to do…"
"Lucky me." He shrugged his shoulders and slowly paced back into the room. He sat beside her and listened to the machines all around him.
"Well Ziva, the Doc said it's a privilege to say goodbye to you, but I think the real privilege was knowing you…I know we didn't always see eye to eye, but maybe that's what I loved about you. I'll be sure to tell Gibbs that you went out in a blaze of glory, just like a dutiful Mossad officer should…I only hope he'll forgive me for not keeping you safe." He looked over to see the doctor motioning that his time was getting shorter. "Looks like this is it…I find it silly to say, I love you, so I'll just say, have a hell of a time in Heaven, and uh, take it easy on St. Peter when ya get to the gates…he's just being the dutiful saint he's supposed to be…" He managed a smile as a tear forced its way out. "Put in a good word for me with the big guy…"
He leaned down to softly kiss her fore head and remembered the simplicity of her last word to him hours before…
"Goodbye…"