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Tony helped Ziva up and out of the kitchen and gently laid her on one of the tables.

"Rachel! Oh my god are you ok?" Sydney yelled. Ziva didn't hear her. She had entirely forgotten who Rachel was.

"Another one bites the dirt, huh?" she joked. Tony sighed,

"Dust, Ziva. Another one bites the DUST."

"How does one bite dust?" she asked.

"They... Can I get back to you on that? Anyways, you've just been shot and you're making jokes?" she was still clutching her wound, but was breathing normally.

"Keep in mind, I have had worse. Remember Somalia...?"

"How could I forget?" He moaned. She rolled her eyes.

"We need to get something to stop the bleeding," she told him.

"I know the drill, Zee-VAH." he said as he ran to the kitchen to get some towels.

"We are almost there, Ziva, hang in there." she heard Gibbs say to her. And that is probably why she didn't hear the footsteps coming nearer and nearer to her until there was a man standing over her, gun pointed at her head.

She barely had time to react. She grabbed her backup from her ankle and fired. Next thing she knew, Tony was running through the kitchen doors, gun in hand, and Michel Cotier was lying dead on the floor next to the table. Gibbs and McGee had both arrived at the scene at shot him at the same time she did.

"Your boss?" Tony asked her.

"Apparently." she said, staring down at him.

"Then what did Paisley do?" McGee asked

"He's over there. Why don't you ask him, Probilicious?" Tony replied. McGee rolled his eyes and went to go cuff the three unconscious men.

"There is one for Ducky in the kitchen, Gibbs." Ziva said. He walked over to the kitchen and peered around the corner. He saw two pools of blood, one trailed out to the table Ziva was on and the second was occupied by Mr. Wang.

"Nice shot, David. Especially for being wounded..."

"We fired at the same time." she explained.

"Why do they keep calling you Ziva?" Sydney asked as she approached the table. Ziva sighed. She couldn't believe that Sydney hadn't already figured it out.

"My name is not Rachel David it is NCIS Special Agent Ziva David." she said.

"And Tony?" Sydney asked.

"Now, his name is actually Tony." Ziva began.

"I am VERY Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, NCIS." Sydney was speechless.

"Doesn't it hurt?" she asked after a while, indicating to Ziva's shoulder.

"Of course it hurts why would you ask that?"

"It's just that, well, you're acting like it didn't happen, like it's no big deal."

"Well, if my life was in danger then I would be paying more attention to it, but since it is not, then I can act like this. It keeps my mind off it. Plus, I have had so much worse." Ziva said.

"BRING, BRING," Tony's phone was ringing.

"Abby," he said. "Boss, Probie-one-kanobi told her that Ziva'd been shot. Who knows what's going through her head right now? She probably thinks Ziva's dead!" Tony reasoned.

"Answer it, DiNozzo," Gibbs said.

"Put it in speaker. I want to talk to her but I don't want to get the phone all bloody." Ziva said. Tony nodded and flipped open the phone.

"TONY WHY HAVEN'T YOU BEEN ANSWERING MY CALLS? I have been freaking out ever since Timmy told me she'd been shot! Now whenever I picture Ziva all I can picture is Kate! We can't loose another agent, Tony!" she paused for a breath.

"Abby." Ziva said. But she didn't hear and just kept on rambling.

"How could you let this happen, Tony? Where were you when-"

"ABBY!" Ziva interrupted.

"Ziva? How...?"

"I am FINE, Abby. It hit my shoulder. I am FINE" she repeated.

"How did it happen? Can you imagine-" the line cut off. Before they could say anything, the doors to the restaurant slammed open and Abby ran in. "-the stress I have been under since McGee told me that you had been shot? Then no one would take my calls, so I had to see for myself." She stormed. Then her voice softened. "I was so worried about you, Ziva." she said as she gave Ziva a gentle hug. Then they were gradually able to hear the sirens in the distance as they grew louder. When the ambulance arrived, Tony and Abby helped her up and loaded her into the ambulance. Then they listened to the sirens of the ambulance that carried their friend fade away.

Ziva returned to work three days later. Abby and McGee took turns driving her around. Tony was his usual self, and so was Gibbs. Ducky continued to breathe down her neck, making sure that all of her medical needs were tended to. The team had already figured out who killed Petty Officer Crenshaw when she returned. Cotier got the information and passed it off to Paisley. Paisley then snuck the information to Wang using the bill at the restaurant. Crenshaw was onto Paisley, and when he became suspicious of her, he told Cotier, who went to her house, lured her out, and shot her.

"Did they really think that they could get away with it?" Ziva asked. She, McGee, and Tony were sitting at their desks. Behind her sat the bouquet of black roses Abby had gotten her along with a get well ballon.

"That's criminals for ya, Zee-VAH. Are you at least glad that your boring undercover mission turned exciting?" he asked sarcastically. Before Ziva had time to reply, Abby entered the squadroom sipping her Caf-Pow.

"Hey," she greeted them, "Just coming to check on you, Ziva.

"Abby, I am fine. You do not need to check on me every hour," she reassured her. Abby hadn't been able to stay mad at McGee for too long. It wasn't in her nature to hold grudges.

"BUT," Ziva continued, "I did get something for you and McGee for your trouble." she pulled out two identical white boxes. One had a black ribbon on it which she handed to Abby, and the other had a green ribbon which she handed to McGee. Abby gasped,

"You didn't! A chocolate lovers cupcake!" "It is almost identical to the one I gave you a couple years ago. And I got one for McGee to, and I trust that he won't steal it." Ziva said, giving McGee a meaningful look.

"Promise." he said.

"Pinky promise?" Abby asked.

"Don't worry, Abby. If he even touches it I will kick his skinny butt halfway to China." Ziva threatened. Abby smiled.

"Thanks, Ziva,"

"What, no cupcake for Tony David?" Tony asked, hurt.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" she said as she pulled out a box the size of her computer. She handed it to him. His face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning as he took the box and shook it,

"What could it be? A LIFETIME SUPPLY OF GSM MAGAZINES! No... That can't be it..."

"Why don't you open it and find out,?" Ziva prompted. He ripped off the wrapping paper and opened the box. He eagerly peered inside and found... Another wrapped box? He did the same thing with that box and found another, smaller box inside. The same thing happens five times more. "Making me work for my prize? That's low, David" he commented as he opened the last box. It was a Blockbuster gift card. He smiled. But that smile disappeared with a headslap from Gibbs, who had just entered the squadroom.

"Christmas already, DiNozzo?" he asked.

"No, boss, I-" Tony began.

"It was just a little something to say 'Thanks for saving my life,'" Ziva interrupted. Gibbs smiled a little. He liked it when his team got along.

"Got a dead Marine: Grab your gear" he told them as he tossed the keys to Tony.

FIN