"Hello, Gibbs." Ziva greeted her boss as he walked in. He was carrying flowers, which he sat on the night stand beside her bed.

"How are you doing, Ziver?" Gibbs asked.

"I am fine." She assured. Of course, though, he knew she wouldn't admit to being anything other than 'fine'. Ziva had a way of shielding her emotions.

"Abby's worried sick about you." Gibbs informed her. Abby had been pacing the ER all night until McGee drove her home in fear she would have a mental breakdown. They had apparently come back while Tony was visiting Ziva.

"Is she here?" Tony asked his boss. Gibbs nodded as he took a sip of his coffee.

"I'll go get her. If you need anything, Zeev, call me." Tony made his way out of the hospital room and into the waiting room where Abby and McGee were. He was greeted with a bear hug.

"Tony!" Abby shouted.

"Hey, Abbs." Tony responded, nearly choking.

"Is she alright?" Abby squeaked.

"She's fine." He assured.

"Thank God! Can we see her?" Abby came back.

"Yeah, follow me." Tony led them to her room.

"You coming in?" McGee asked.

"I'll wait until you guys are done. I've been with her all morning, so it's only fair. I actually have something I need to do." Tony answered. McGee nodded.

"Hey, McGee?" Tony called.

"Yeah?"

"Would you set this on her table? I forgot to give it to her." Tony handed him the food he'd forgotten about.

"Sure thing." McGee took the food and walked in.

"Hey Ziva!" Abby nearly screamed. She tried to keep a joyful expression plastered on her face, but the fact that Ziva David was in the hospital was excruciatingly painful. She was the one who had always insisted she was fine, and who worried about everyone else before herself. She just didn't get hurt.

"Hey Abby." Ziva smiled, although the smile showed agony.

"How are you doing?" Abby asked.

"I am fine." Ziva repeated her earlier words. She saw McGee place food on the night stand. "What's that?"

"Tony gave it to me. I think it's from the cafeteria." McGee informed her.

She eyed the food. How did he know exactly what she wanted? She would ask him about that later.

"You had a lot of people worried, Ziva," McGee told her. "We're all glad you're doing better."

Ziva smiled. She imagined their faces when they heard the news. Then she flashed back to the incident…

"Did they catch him?" Ziva asked. Gibbs noticed her sudden change in expression, but didn't say anything.

"Yeah. You hit him once. Tony fired the kill shot, though." Gibbs notified her.

"Pretty good shot, too, considering you'd just been wounded." McGee stated. He was impressed, and, honestly, so was Ziva. She didn't know how she hit him.

Then, the doctor came in.

"I think it's time Miss David takes a nap. You can come back to see her around six." He stated.

"What am I, five? I do not take naps, doctor." Ziva looked at him blankly. The others laughed as they headed out.

When they left, the doctor spoke once again, "In the morning, you might be able to go home. Do you know who's taking you?"

Ziva hadn't thought about that. Who would?

"I am." Tony walked in. Ziva's eyes widened when he advised the doctor.

"Very well. Sign here, please." The doctor ordered. "I told the others to leave, but you can stay. Just don't tell them." He winked.

Tony wondered what the doctor was insinuating. Probably, he figured he and Ziva were together. But he put the thought beside him.

"Doing better?" Tony pulled a chair up beside her bed.

"I was fine earlier." Ziva sat up.

"You said so, but I knew you were in pain." He smirked.

"How did you-"

"I know you, Ziva. Like that food over there. I knew exactly what to get you."

"I had been meaning to ask you about that." She smiled.

"Oh, I picked up this thing when I was exploring the hospital. I thought you might like it." Tony said as he got up and fetched something from the counter by the door.

"A monkey?" Ziva noticed. Her face scrunched up.

"A sock monkey. Smell it." Tony handed her the gift.

"Why would I- Oh wow that smells wonderful!" Ziva breathed.

"It's cinnamon. I thought you'd like it." Tony smiled.

"I guess you do know me."

"Told you."" Tony joked.

Ziva yawned. It was nearly two in the morning and she was tired, despite the fact she had been lying in bed all night.

"Tired?" Tony noticed. He smiled. The stress melted off of her face when she was tired. She was peaceful.

"Mmmhm." Ziva yawned again. Tony reached over her to pull the blankets over her. Ziva grabbed his arm.

"Yeah, Zee?"

Ziva patted the bed beside her; Tony was a little surprised. He didn't question it, though. All he wanted to do was hold her. He was cautious of her wound as he snuggled under the covers next to her. Tony slid his arm around her small waist. Ziva purred as he nuzzled his face into her neck.

"I'm so glad you're okay. I was worried sick I'd lost you." He whispered into her ear. A smile slowly appeared on Ziva's lips.

"It is not your fault, you know." She noticed the tone change in his voice, and knew what he was thinking.

"How do you figure?"

"I disobeyed orders. I walked outside and left the door unlocked. It was my fault." Ziva confessed. Tony was shocked. That's how the guy got in! He would have never thought Ziva unlocked the door. Believing the shooter broke in was somehow easier on him. However, it still wasn't her fault she got shot.

"You couldn't have known, Zee. It's not your fault you got shot. I should have been with you." Tony, no matter what Ziva said, would still blame himself for her getting shot.

"You are here now, though."

"I should have been there then, too. And every other time."

"I do not blame you, Tony."

"But I blame myself." Tony uttered.

"Do not blame yourself. You did not shoot me, so you have no reason to."

"I just feel like I could have done something more." Tony articulated.

"I am fine with the way things turned out. Nothing more was needed." Ziva declared.

"You still got shot." He frowned.

"If I hadn't, would we be lying together right now?"

"I guess not." Tony smiled.

"Good night, Tony." She whispered.

"Good night, Zee." He whispered back.