A/N: This chapter is shorter. The next one will be longer. I promise. And I don't usually go back on my word. Happy reading. Lol.
"Ziva?" Tony yelled. "Ziva, can you hear me?"
Ziva moaned, and her eyes fluttered open slowly.
"What happened?" She whispered, trying to sit up. She was then aware that someone was holding her abdomen and she wasn't able to sit up properly.
"I think this counts as yellow light behavior Tony."
"Lay down Ziva." Came Gibbs' gruff voice. It sounded different, weaker maybe, almost fatherly.
Ziva was a bit startled at her boss' voice, but did what she was told to do.
"What happened?" She repeated.
"Banks shot you." Tony said as he pushed harder on Ziva's stomach area.
She winced as he did so.
"Sorry." He whispered.
"Apologizing
is a sign of,"
"Weakness. I know." He finished for her,
giving her a small smile as he did.
"Besides, this isn't a real bad wound."
Tony looked at her.
"I've had much worse."
"EMT's will be here any minute boss." He said as he took in the scene of Ziva laying on the ground, bleeding. "Banks is dead." He added hastily.
"Yeah, I kind of figured McGee." Gibbs said as he took off his jacket, folded it, and put it behind Ziva's head. "Thanks Gibbs." She smiled weakly.
The backyard gate swung open and Gibbs and McGee pulled their guns.