This is from the man's POV- I noticed the women glance over me a couple of times through the corner of my eye. I wondered if I had been caught. How would I be revealed to a civilian? I thought dismissing my worries. But then I saw a glint of something beneath her long, brown coat that reached her knees. My breaths quickened as I realized it as a badge. As soon as their speed did increase, they decreased again. I couldn't show my fear or she would know for sure. My best guess was that she was suspicious of me, but this 'Tony' was more important to her than me. Ok you can work with this, I though already beginning to form a plan in my mind. I could use her obvious love of Tony against her if he was alive… But how? I could kidnap him, but I didn't have any type of weapon. I sighed inwardly at this realization, knowing I would have to get creative. I continued to dig through the seemingly endless piles of waste, wishing something to happen to rescue me of the boredom. I got my wish when I found a very sharp piece of glass that could easily pass as a knife. It took a lot of willpower not to smile at this new development. I glanced over to the women who was very preoccupied and no longer paying me any attention. I could now see her whole shiny badge towards her left on her belt, and I knew it had to be done. I silently slid the makeshift knife into my waistband careful to make sure it wouldn't cut me later on. I was soundlessly celebrating when I noticed another glance from the women, so I called out for survivors again.
Suddenly the women shushed me and I irritably complied. I hadn't heard anything, but she obviously must have. She started frantically clawing through the rubble like a lunatic and I decided it would be least suspicious if I helped her. I moved some of the larger pieces with her when she looked like she was straining, and found I struggled with many of them too, despite my hours of training. I noticed the agent was trembling enough now that she was having trouble moving even the lightweight chunks. I moved a large one that the agent attempted to help with, but did not succeed much, and then I heard a gasp. Realizing it did not come from the lady beside me I prepared myself for what I knew was coming next. The next few moments were a blur; the women removed the remaining debris revealing an unconscious man. He was in his forties, but was handsome and looked like he had a strong build. He had many lacerations and bruises covering his body and looked very vulnerable. The most concerning injuries were his arm that showed his bone, and a piece of metal sticking out of his left side. But then after a few moments I realized that his breath was coming in quick, shallow gasps then did not sound very healthy.
"Oh, Tony..." the agent whispered. The women made a move to help him sit up and I knew it was time to take action.
Ziva's POV-
When I saw Tony's condition my breath was stolen from me. "Oh, Tony.." I spoke with my tone hushed. He was a sorry sight, and I knew if I didn't act soon Tony would die from loss of blood or not enough oxygen. Or whatever thousand other injuries he could have, I thought negatively. I moved over to him and placed my arms under his armpits. I pulled him up and leaned Tony up against the white wall that now had streaks of dirt on it. I was alarmed at how hot and clammy Tony was and I suspected at least one wound was infected. Almost immediately after I had leaned Tony up he slumped forward and the mysterious man appeared to reach out and help him sit back up. Too late I realized that he had placed a shard of glass at Tony's throat, that was already drawing beads of blood.