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Ziva David was worried. Jenny had nearly been killed, Gibbs blamed them for it and Tony hadn't spoken to her since they had gone to get Gibbs his last coffee. It hurt that Tony was shutting her out whenever she tried to talk to him; it hurt more than she cared to admit. She sighed and gave the now conscious Mike a weak smile which he returned with as close an approximation as he could manage, which looked more like a grimace.

"Soon as she wakes up, he'll come around." He told her, confident in his assessment of Gibbs' character.

She nodded to him gratefully and turned to stand by the window with Tony. She put her hand on his arm and gently tugged, then violently pulled him to face her when he refused to move.

"What is wrong with you? You are acting like a little-"

"Snitch?"

"Not this time, Tony. You don't deserve polite." He turned back to the window as if burned and she realised that he was still feeling guilty about leaving Jenny. She wasn't good at comforting people but for Tony she would give it a go. "In Mossad, you get used to your friends dying around you and there being nothing you can do to stop it. Jenny was my partner for a few years, the longest time I ever had a single partner, because she's lucky and she was a very good agent. We worked well together, we trusted each other with our lives and we grew close, we were friends." She grasped his chin and turned his head to face her. "I don't blame you, Tony, and neither will she." She smiled, delight coursing through her when he smiled back, their eyes connecting and holding for a long moment.

"You hear that?" Franks spoke up, drawing their attention to a commotion out in the corridor. Ziva ran to the door and yanked it open just in time to see a Gibbs shaped blur speed past it, gun drawn. She darted out in to the hall, staring after him to see what he was chasing but he passed the corner before she could see anything. She had just decided to go back up Gibbs when Tony barged past her. In the opposite direction.

"Tony?"

"I'm not making the same mistake twice!" he tossed over his shoulder.

Ziva muttered something unpleasant under her breath and followed him along the corridor towards Jenny's room. They pushed the door open bursting in and walked over to her bed. They stopped in their tracks when they saw two men already in the room. One was holding the window open and the other was smothering Jenny with a pillow. For a second no one moved as they all looked at each other in shock, then they seemed to move simultaneously. The man holding the window began to climb through it and the other threw the pillow at Ziva, blocking her shot. Tony dashed forward and launched Gibbs' still hot coffee in to the air; it hit the man at the window, scalding his neck, causing him to fall backwards in to the room, he didn't get back up. Tony got his gun out and pointed it at the last threat in the area.

The other man picked up Jenny as a shield and moved back towards the window. Ziva tried to circle around him but he made it first. He wrapped the arm that wasn't holding Jenny up around her head, preparing to snap her neck if they got too close.

"If you do not move back I will break her neck." He told them quietly, tightening his arms around her to prove his point, constricting her throat. Ziva wanted to just shoot the man, but his head was hiding behind Jenny's. She knew that if they didn't act fast, Jenny would die either from a broken neck or asphyxiation. Suddenly he moved his arm from around her face and put it in his pocket, drawing out a syringe and jabbing it in to her arm. Ziva made her decision and knew instinctively that Tony would realise what she was doing and act accordingly. She moved her gun to the left and shot the window out. The man flinched away from the flying glass, dropping the syringe and moving his head just a fraction out from behind Jenny's, giving Tony a slightly better shot, which he didn't hesitate to take.

The shot to the head dropped the man and he took Jenny to the floor with him, his arms tightening in his death throws for a few seconds before going completely limp. Ziva rushed forwards and kicked the man away from Jen, making sure he was no longer a threat to her or them, and then she moved out of the way so Tony could pick her up and place her back on the bed. Ziva then put on a spare pair of gloves that she had decided to carry, ever since she and McGee had been sent to look through sick and they had forgotten to pack some. She picked up the syringe and looked at the viscous liquid inside it. It looked nearly empty.

"Tony, call for a doctor!"

He looked at her in surprise for a moment, then his eyes took in the syringe and he dashed out in to the hallway, calling for every doctor within earshot, most of which were already on their way having heard the gun shots. Dr. Eli Hargrove was the first through the door and he strode straight to Jenny's side.

"What happened?"

"One of those men tried to smother her and then injected her with whatever is in this syringe." Ziva handed it to Eli and he gave it a cursory examination.

"Could be venom, I'll have the lab test it and request antivenins for the most lethal." He swept quickly out in to the corridor and off to the lab, narrowly avoiding a collision with a distraught Gibbs.

Jethro sped past him and into Jenny's room, only stopping once he was by her side. He felt for her pulse, making sure she was alive and then sighed in relief when he found one. He stroked her face lightly and placed the letter on the side table, then froze when he noticed the bodies on the floor. He turned away from Jenny and came face to face with Tony and Ziva.

"What the hell happened here?" He indicated the bodies and they filled him in on what had gone on.

"We just knew that we were not going to leave her alone again, Boss." Tony finished the report and awaited the reaction of the emotionally strained team leader.

"So… You tossed my coffee?" he asked in mock seriousness.

"I didn't have time to get out my gun and then shoot the guy; he would've gotten away, so yes, I threw your coffee." Tony stated somewhat angrily. Gibbs smiled slightly and then put a hand on each of their shoulders.

"You did good. Now gather their possessions and send them to be processed. I want to know who they were." They did as they were told and set to work on the 'crime scene'. Gibbs stood back at Jenny's side and brushed some of her hair off her face. "Thank you." He said quietly to his agents. For the amount of time it had taken him to get to her room, he had believed that she really was dead. Svetlana had distracted him and led him away from Jen, leaving her unprotected and he hadn't even realised. If it wasn't for Tony and Ziva, she would be dead now, of that he had no doubt. His relief at seeing her alive was all consuming and he felt weak and drained. He needed to get her out of here and back home. He needed to see the familiar walls of the hospital in Bethesda, where he knew every way in and out and could post security accordingly, but most of all, he needed to see Abby, McGee and Ducky, to tell them that Jenny is fine and receive the Abby hug he knew was waiting for him.

"Got the results back, it was western Diamondback venom; I got the antivenin right here." Dr. Hargrove smiled and injected the antivenin into Jenny's arm. Gibbs motioned him over to him.

"I want her transferred to Bethesda Hospital in DC. Now."