Okay this is a big thank you for all of you who have reviewed my work, arh R.E exam tomorrow- and no retakes, DAMN! So sorry this gonna be a short update so I can get back to work.
Song to accompany this chapter is 'Run' by Snow Patrol, NOT the Leona Lewis version!
Chapter 23
"Don't die Tony," Ziva whispered, cradling his head in her arms. "Please," She broke down into sobs "PLEASE!"
By now the paramedics they rushed around of him, one of the men leaned down and checked his pulse, Ziva saw him shake his head to the other paramedic. He leaned down and began to commence CPR, thirty compressions followed by two rescue breaths, the other man charged the defibrillator.
The world seemed to be a blur for Ziva, she couldn't focus on anything, the world was black and white, words were a mess.
"Stand back ma'am!" The paramedic shouted at Ziva, Gibbs grabbed her by the arm and her pulled her back, she buried her face into his shoulder and broke down into uncontrollable sobs.
"Clear!" The paddles were placed against his chest and his body arched up and and fell back to the floor with a sickening thud.
The paramedic placed two fingers against his neck. "No pulse!" He called out.
"Clear!" They shocked him again, "No pulse!" The paramedic called out.
McGee stood there is shock, could his tormentor, his friend really be dead. McGee had always viewed him as indestructible always able to shake off any situation he found himself in. Could he really be gone?
Gibbs looked down at the disfigured body of a man before him. Waves of sadness washed over the ex-marine. He should have done something! Anything! Perhaps he could of saved the man he regarded as his son.
Ziva pressed herself into Gibbs, it was her fault, she had killed the only man she had truly loved, her last chance of happiness. She had dragged Tony into this mess and she had murdered him in cold blood. How could she continue to live while she held the knowledge that she had killed her best friend.
The paramedic pressed the paddles down onto Tony's chest, Tony's back arched and he raised up into the air before heavily falling to the floor in a crippled heap.
The medic pressed his fingers against Tony's artery "Got a pulse!" He called out.