Author's Note: I'm am so so sorry these chapters have been short. I've been busy and my mind hasn't been letting me write very much lately. That, and the season 11 premiere and second episode killed me. I'm going to miss Ziva, but I wish Cote De Pablo the best of luck. She is definitely an amazing actress.

Well, I hope you guys like this chapter. Thank you to everyone who read/reviewed.

As soon as the doctor and nurse left the room, Ziva spoke up.

"Are you alright?" She asked, noting the bruises and bandages that decorated Tony's face.

"I should be asking you that," Tony replied with a half-smile. "But I think we both already know the answers."

Ziva noticed that she had unintentionally taken Tony's hand in hers. Although she didn't admit it out loud, she was glad Tony had been there when she had woken up. She probably would've been in a panic had she been alone. Tony's presence here was calming.

"The others will be glad to hear that you're awake." Tony said, absentmindedly intertwining his fingers with Ziva's. "We were all worried that we were going to lose another team member."

'Another?'

Ziva shot tony a confused look. Had someone else been hurt while she was out? The expression on Tony's face changed briefly, and Ziva realized who he was talking about.

'Kate…'

The anniversary of the former NCIS agent's death was in a few days. The accident surely would've added to her teammates' grief had she or Tony been killed. But that's what the person in the other car was trying to do, wasn't it? They had been sitting there, waiting for her and Tony to pass them. If they weren't trying to kill the two, then what did they want?

"Ziva?" Tony waved his hand in front of her face. "Ziva!"

The Israeli shook her head and looked back up at her partner.

"You sure you're okay?" Tony asked in concern.

Ziva nodded.

"I'm fine, Tony, I was just thinking." She replied.

"You really spaced out there for a minute. I thought maybe you were possessed or something." Tony chuckled at this reference to the various horror movies he'd seen.

"No, I'm not possessed, Tony." Ziva said.

"I know, it was a joke," Tony replied, rubbing the back of his neck. "But I guess you're not really in a laughing mood right now…sorry."

"It's alright," Ziva said. She yawned; the medicine was starting to take effect again.

"You should rest," Tony said as he stood up.

"I've been resting, Tony." Ziva replied. Tony shushed her before she could say anything more, earning a slight glare.

"You need to get your strength back." Tony said, "Now rest." He gave Ziva's hand an encouraging squeeze and kissed her forehead. "I promise I'll be here when you wake up."

"Thank you, Tony." Ziva said as her eyes drifted shut. And sure enough, Tony kept his promise.

To Ziva's relief, the doctor allowed her to be released from the hospital a few days later. The only thing she still had to be bothered with was her cast which she had to wear for at least another month. Abby had taken the liberty of decorating Ziva's cast, and the others had joined in. Now the once plain white was covered in marks of red, blue, and green. Gibbs had also filled her in on all they'd learned while Ziva was unconscious. The diamonds that Tony and Ziva had brought back from Berlin had been taken and they didn't have many leads. McGee had tracked the car that hit them back to its owner, along with a police report stating that the car had been stolen; yet another dead end. Ziva told the others as much as she could remember, but some things were still a bit hazy.

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