Secrets Chapter 14: Here Without You, a ncis fanfic

Ok so the song for this chapter is called 'Here Without You' By 3 Doors Down. I was hoping that it seemed correct for the content of the chapter. So I don't know what happened last chapter, cause everything bolded itself, and it wasn't like that before, so I'm hoping that it will work this time… Also if you haven't checked it out yet, I put up a new story called What If, so check it out… and Review!!!

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"I'm sorry to say, that Agent DiNozzo had bleed to death." Dr. Stavros finished. Ziva felt her legs go weak and she collapsed, falling towards the tile floor. Gibbs reacted faster, and caught her in his arms. He stood her back up, and held her close as she let her cry's out.

"No…not him…not him…TONY!" Ziva screamed out, not caring about the look that the now-full waiting room was giving her. "Why…why him…" Ziva cried…yelled into Gibbs shoulder. Gibbs let Ziva go, as her legs gave out again. Ziva crashed down on the floor, hitting her head. Ziva stayed where she was, and shut her eyes.

"Ziva, Ziva. It's alright, come on."

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A hundred days have made me older
Since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lies have made me colder
And I don't think I can look at this the same
But all the miles that separate
Disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face

Ziva didn't open her eyes as Gibbs kept shaking her. She didn't want to face the reality that Tony was dead, that she would never be able to sleep in the soft, loving arms of Tony DiNozzo. She would have to live knowing that it was her fault she was dead. She could have easily gone into the locker room, but she chose the pool. She squeezed her eyelids tighter, trying to keep the light breaking into her eyes.

I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight it's only you and me

Ziva felt herself being shaken again by Gibbs, and Aaron poking at her. She tried to battle them away, kicking her feet at Gibbs, and turning. She couldn't beat them. Gibbs kept shaking her. Ziva violently stood up and ran away from them. She ran away from life, from death, and most of all, from reality.

The miles just keep rollin'
As the people leave their way to say hello
I've heard this life is overrated
But I hope that it gets better as we go

Ziva heard Gibbs follow her as Ziva traveled down various hallways. Tears had broken out of Ziva's jail and ran freely down her face, waiting to be free. Ziva kept hearing the all too familiar footsteps of Gibbs, right behind her. She could hear Aaron screaming in the background for his parents. She head the people move out of the way as she came through the hallway.

Ziva felt herself crashing as her legs gave down. Her knees hit the tile floors hard, and she bent down on all fours. Mascara marks where left on her cheeks, though they were light, you could still see them. Gibbs caught up to Ziva, and put his hands on her shoulder. Gibbs bent down on the ground, and took her into his arms. The way a father would with his daughter. Gibbs felt immensely for the pain that Ziva was going through. He understood that Ziva would be blaming herself for Tony being shot, but a miracle might happen. She just had to believe.

Everything I know, and anywhere I go
It gets hard but it won't take away my love
And when the last one falls
When it's all said and done
It gets hard but it won't take away my love

"Gibbs…" Ziva spoke silently and briefly. Gibbs just put a reassuring hand on her neck, and let her cry it out. It hurt him to see the tough Mossad assassin cry. Crying and Ziva where like oxymorons, they didn't fit together.

"Shh… lets go back." Gibbs eased Ziva off the ground, as she tried to protest. She was weak though, and Gibbs was easily able to overpower her, lifting her on her feet, as they headed into the waiting room. Dr. Stavros was comforting a young Aaron, who was endlessly searching for answers.

"He…He is gone Gibbs." Gibbs looked at Ziva dumbfounded. "He is already gone." Ziva cried.

"It was a dream Ziva, Dr. Stavros wanted to talk to you." Gibbs comforted, in his strange way.
I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl its only you and me

Dr. Stavros took this time to walk over to the broken Ziva, and Gibbs. Aaron sat in his chair, still crying. His eyes red, and droopy from all the crying that he had done in the past minuets.

"Miss. David," Ziva shook his hand. Ziva felt as she was going through déjà vu, as of what happened in her dream. "I'm Dr. Stavros; I did the surgery on Tony. Well, overall the surgery went well. We managed to get the bullet out-

"Is he dead?" Ziva asked, trying to get the Doctor to his point. Hoping that her dream was nothing like reality.

"No. Mr. DiNozzo is very well alive; in fact he should be awake in the next 2 hours. Since he was in the water, the bullet's momentum had greatly slowed down, when it made contact with his lower left stomach. The bullet missed anything vital, only going about an inch into his skin." Ziva felt as if a 500 pound wait had pulled itself of her shoulders. She let out a big sigh of relief.

"But, why was there so much blood?" Ziva asked, looking down at her once blood stained hands.

"With a gunshot wound, it's normal too see a lot of blood. Plus, the bullet barely nicked and artery. He is expected to make a full recovery." Dr. Stavros finished, closing Tony's file that he had in hand. Ziva put her hands over her mouth in pure excitement. Even though she still felt guilty, she had to be happy that Tony was still alive. "He's in Room 112. One person at a time though." Ziva immediately picked Aaron up, who had now fallen asleep, and ran down the corridor towards Tony's room. When she got there, she went and laid Aaron down in the seat by the T.V, and she herself sat by Tony's bed. She grabbed a hold of his hand, and but her mouth by his ear.

"I am sorry Tony." She stated simply, sitting herself back down. The constant beeping of the heart rate monitor seemed soothing too her. And she quickly found herself succumbing to the darkness herself.

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Gibbs arrived back at NCIS as soon as he found out Tony had been alive. He was happy to see how relived Ziva was. He was also happy that he got to interrogate the guy that had shot at him. McGee and Vance stood anxiously in the observation room as they waited for Gibbs to begin.

The door to interrogation slammed open, and then shortly slammed shut, telling Vance in McGee that the show was about to start. Gibbs walked over towards the 'mirror' and fixed his hair, as he took off his jacket. He moved and hung it up over the camera, then made his way to sit opposite of the suspect, Miguel Pacheco.

"You want to tell me why I was in the hospital today?" Gibbs asked, started off easy on Miguel. Miguel casually leaned back in his seat, letting a breath out of his nose as he did so. He crossed his arms over his chest, and gave Gibbs a triumphant smile. "Ok then, how bout you tell me why my agent and her three year old son are currently in the hospital." Gibbs asked again. Miguel just shrugged. Gibbs chuckled and nodded his head.

"No hablo a los americanos." Miguel spoke in his native tongue.

"Really, cause you just spoke too me. I'm an American." Gibbs said, giving him the Gibbs interrogation smile. Miguel just heavy sighed in defeat. "and I would start talking too me. Cause if you don't, I'm going to bring in a broken hearted Mossad assassin." Gibbs said, trying to break the suspect.

"She suppose to be dead." Miguel said, in shock that she was still alive.

"Nah, see you're too stupid, and your shots missed. Hit one of my agents." Gibbs said, getting up and moving behind Miguel. Miguel shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Gibbs hand clasped over his shoulders. "Now, I know that you were hired to kill Ziva David, so you have a chance to tell me who." Gibbs demanded, putting pressure on Miguel's shoulders.

"I not tell you anything. You stupid American." Miguel said, turning his head and spitting on Gibbs hands.

"Thanks Miguel. You assaulted a federal Agent." Gibbs said through gridded teeth. Gibbs moved his hands to behind Miguel's head, and smashed his head against the hard table. "Jacob Chazin, did he hire you." Gibbs said. Miguel grunted and tried to lift his head up. Miguel was able to spin out of his seat, and reached his hands out to grab Gibbs shoulders. Gibbs had his hand on Miguel's head, pushing it down. Gibbs did a swift groin kick, which knocked Miguel to the ground. Gibbs slammed him down, his head once again making contact with a different hard surface.

"Tell me who the hell hired you." Gibbs grunted, struggling to hold Miguel down, as Miguel was clearly high off of something.

"I never talk. I not give up my people." Miguel said, realizing that he still had the chance of winning.

"Talk, and I'll think off offering you a deal." Gibbs said, giving in to his last resort. Violence, yelling, and threatening hadn't worked.

"What is the deal?" Miguel asked, taking interest into Gibbs offer.

"15 years in jail. 10 probation." Miguel thought about the offer. He could easily face 25-life for attempted murder, and this seemed like a way out.

"Ok, ok. In this business I do not get name usually. This time, I got name. Chazin, was all he said, nothing else. He said I need to kill the girl, and take the boy. Cops got me first. That is my story." Miguel finished, Gibbs got off of him, and went to the door. "How bout that deal?" Miguel asked, but it was too late, Gibbs had left.

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Ziva woke up to a hand gently tapping her own. She looked up and saw a pair of green eyes starring deeply into her own chocolate brown eyes. Ziva pinched herself to make sure that she wasn't dreaming…again. Tony's eyes shifted from her own, and looked at his son, who was also asleep, but softly tossing and turning in the small chair. Tony's eyes went back to Ziva's.

"Hey." Tony said weakly, and smiled. Ziva couldn't help but softly smile back. She gave Tony's hand a gentle squeeze, as he squeezed back. "What happened?" Tony asked the burning question which was on his mind.

Ziva took a big breath before she started talking. "We where at the pool, right after we raced. I saw a shooter, and pulled you into the water. You got shot." Ziva gave him the answer he was looking for, just not into too much detail.

"Are you ok?" Tony asked, making sure that his partner was not harmed through the ordeal.

"I am fine. Just jazzled up." Tony smiled back at Ziva.

"Frazzled up Ziva, Frazzled." Tony said, giving Ziva another squeeze. He could tell that Ziva was distracted by something, and he knew that it was guilt. Ziva didn't show emotion unless she was feeling guilty. "This isn't your fault." Tony said, pulling on Ziva's hand. Ziva stood up and moved closer towards the bed.

"We could have made it to the locker room. I pulled you into the water Tony. It is my fault." Tony was appalled. Usually Ziva didn't open up this easily unless she was really feeling bad. Tony put his arms out wide, but not wide enough to hurt himself. He signaled for Ziva to come into her arms. The way Ziva felt, she needed a little comfort, and eased her self down to his level. She put her arms around his neck, careful not to hurt him. Tony wrapped his arms around Ziva's waist, and held her tightly.

"Daddy?" A small, sleepy voice questioned from the other side of the room. Both of them turned and looked at the small wandering eyes of Aaron. Once Aaron saw Tony, he shot out of his seat, and ran over towards Ziva.

"Up! Up!" Aaron said, lifting his arms up, wanting to hug Tony. Ziva carefully eyed Tony asking for his approval. Tony's eyes said that he wanted to see his son. So Ziva carefully lifted Aaron up, and put him on is bed.

"Careful not to touch his tummy." Ziva instructed as Aaron's arms flung over his father's neck. Ziva smiled at the sight of her son and her partner. Aaron pulled away, and turned himself around in Tony's arms. Aarons head lay on Tony's shoulder, as Aaron was in between Tony and Tony's arm.

"Are we a ohana?" Aaron asked. Tony and Ziva both looked at Aaron. Ziva wondered what that meant, and Tony happened that his son was about to quote a movie.

"What is an ohana?" Aaron looked up at him mother, with his soft chocolate eyes.

"Ohana mean family. Family mean no one get left behind." Aaron said, yawning, and snuggling into Tony's arm. Ziva put her hand over her mouth. She had always wanted a family, and now, her young son, and partner finally completed her want.

Tony reached over and grabbed Ziva's hand, which he squeezed. Ziva squeezed back. "Yes, we are a family." Tony answered.