One Step At A Time Chapter 11: Restless, a ncis fanfic

As a Halloween treat... and plus after three reviews i felt bad for giving such a short chapter!! So...

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

Song: Voice of Truth- Casting Crowns. ( yes, I know, my tastes in music vary greatly!)

And... out of my own curiosity has ANYONE listened, looked up, downloaded or played the songs in the background while reading this?

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He looked around, watched a crash cart be wheeled into the room, saw many people rush in and out of the room, and all he could think of was that Ziva wasn't going to make it after all. There was somethng wrong, something they couldn't fix. God, what was he going to do without her? He realized he had been rooted to the same spot for at least five minutes, staring at the scene before him and he hadn't even seen the actual action yet!!

He wasn't sure he even wanted to look in the room. Where was Gibbs when he was needed? Coffee run, most him and his coffee! As Tony neared the room, the action seemed to slow, even stop. It was like a bad suspense moment in a movie and he couldn't help but wonder whether it was a horror movie when one of the important characters die or if it was a romance movie where the significant other was perfectly fine and the producers were trying to keep the auidence in fear just a bit longer. As a nurse came out, Tony grabbed her arm, desperate for information on what was going on.

"What happened, is she alright?"

It must have been the look on his face or possibly the tone of his voice that caused her to give him a pitying look. "I'm sorry, sir. She's gone."

Tony awoke, sweating, from the nightmare. Each time it was different. He had to remind himself that Ziva was fine and in her room twenty feet from him, sleeping. The dream was so real, so much like the hospital, that more than once over the past three days he'd found himself going to check on Ziva to make sure she was still breathing. That day had been horrible, one of the longest he'd ever gone through. The only other times he'd felt that way was when Gibbs had been blown almost into smithereens and when Kate had died, right in front of him.

Oh what I would do to have The kind of faith it takes to climb out of this boat I'm in On to the crashing waves To step out of my comfort zone Into the realm of the unknown where Jesus is And He's holding out His hand

But out of the three events, two hard turned out fine. Gibbs was fine and running the team. Ziva hadn't died because of the blood transfusion. He still considered it his fault that she'd needed the transfusion in the first place because if she hadn't taken the stray bullent from his gun, she wouldn't have needed any blood. He heard a noise and glanced at the clock. Four in the morning. What on earth?

Getting out of bed and pulling on a pair of shorts, Tony opened his door wider than the foot he nornally kept it ( just to hear Ziva) and wandered out into the living area.

"What are you doing?" Tony demanded.

Ziva looked up from tying her shoes, as if the answer was obvious. "Going for a run."

"Like hell you are. There is no way you are running." She could barely walk without pain and she wanted to go running? Was she crazy?

But the waves are calling out my name and they laugh at me Reminding me of all the times I've tried before and failed The waves they keep on telling me Time and time again, "Boy, You'll never win!" "You'll never win!"

"Tony, do not cuddle me-"

"Coddle," he corrected automatically.

"Whatever. I can handle running."

"You can't walk without pain, let alone run. Do you WANT the staples to come open?"

She glared and he glared right back. " I cannot sit here."

"So then we'll go somewhere and WALK today. When its actually a decent hour and other people are milling about," Tony told her, crossing his arms over his bare chest.

But the Voice of Truth tells me a different story The Voice of Truth says, "Do not be afraid!" And the Voice of Truth says, "This is for My glory" Out of all the voices calling out to me I will choose to listen and believe The Voice of Truth

"I do not need a baby sitter either!" she cried in frustration, tossing her hands half way into the air. She wouldn't admit it hurt to raise them any higher.

He actually looked hurt. "I'm not a baby sitter. I'm a friend taking care of another friend because She's injured."

"It is babysitting. You are being paid."

"So are you," he returned. "Honestly, you think I would have actually signed those papers if I didn't want to help you?"

"More like you didn't want Gibbs to yell at you,"

Oh what I would do to have The kind of strength it takes to stand before a giant With just a sling and a stone Surrounded by the sound of a thousand warriors Shaking in their armor Wishing they'd have had the strength to stand But the giant's calling out my name and he laughs at me Reminding me of all the times I've tried before and failed The giant keeps on telling me Time and time again, "Boy, You'll never win!" "You'll never win!"

He sighed. There was no use arguing with her. But she wasn't going running. He walked over, picked her up off the couch carefully, and headed back to his room.

"What are you doing!" Ziva half yelled.

Tony didn't answer. He just walked into his room, shut the door with his foot and gently placed her on the bed. He got in on the other side of her. "I'm making sure you don't leave," he finally answered.

Ziva sighed. He could be so infruiating at times! How dare he! Somewhere in the back of her mind however, she knew he cared. She may be stubborn, but so was he and obviously had no intention of letting her leave the apartment without him at her side. Looking around, she smirked to herself.

Well, she'd managed to get into Tony's bed. Sure, it wasn't in a throes of passion or combined with kisses and confessions of any type, but she was still laying next to him. It caused a giggle, yes a giggle, to bubble inside of her.

Clamping it back down, she shook her head at her own sillyness. And she did have to admit that it was nice to have someone care so much about her well being and health. She'd never had that at home, which was probably why she was so determined to be up and moving again. Resigning herself to being stuck, at least for the moment (she knew that if she tried to move, Tony would stop her....that was why she was in bed with him!), Ziva closed her eyes.

But the stone was just the right size To put the giant on the ground And the waves they don't seem so high From on top of them lookin' down I will soar with the wings of eagles When I stop and listen to the sound of Jesus Singing over me But the Voice of Truth tells me a different story The Voice of Truth says, "Do not be afraid!" And the Voice of Truth says, "This is for My glory" Out of all the voices calling out to me(calling out to me) I will choose to listen and believe(I will choose to listen and believe) I will choose to listen and believe The Voice of Truth

Somewhere around two hours later, Tony woke, finding he couldn't move half of his body. Looking over he found Ziva, sound asleep and curled up next to him, her leg splayed over one of his, an arm across his chest, head on his arm. No wonder he couldn't move! He watched her face a few moments before smiling to himself and closing his eyes once again.

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So.....?? please tell me what you think...! :D And the song... the "voice of truth" is Tonys... at least in my mind!! Lol.... you know what to do for another chapter! Quota hasn't changed. :D