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After a few moments, Ziva broke off their kiss reluctantly, and whispered "I love you" as she fell back, unconscious.

Tony instinctively caught her as she fell, and pulled her closer to him. He gently kissed her forehead, whispering, "I love you too, Zi," to her unconscious form.

Once he had placed her on the floor, he attempted to crawl towards the elevator doors, but found that his concussion somewhat prevented that from happening. Instead, he began to hit the sides of the elevator and scream for help, as loud as he could with his voice thick with unshed tears.

After a few minutes, Tony finally heard sounds from the other side of the elevator doors, and stopped making so much noise. While he waited, he found himself absentmindedly stroking Ziva's hand and murmuring "It's ok, you'll be fine" under his breath.

Finally, there was a surge of light, and then people were moving everywhere all at once, bringing in a stretcher and taking Ziva away, helping him stand up and walking him out to an ambulance where they checked him for further injuries. It was all a blur for Tony.

"Ziva…where's Ziva? I-I need to know where she is. I can't lose her." Tony came to his senses, and shook the paramedic who was examining him. "Where. Is. She?"

"On her way to Bethesda, along with Abby and McGee." Gibbs walked up, looking just like his old self. Of course Boss wouldn't get hurt when a bomb exploded. It would take a lot more than that to shake Gibbs. "Well, are you coming, DiNozzo, or are you just going to stare at me like a fish out of water?"

"On your six, Boss." Tony removed his hands from the paramedic's shoulders, pushed his way past, and jogged to catch up with Gibbs. His head still hurt, but he wasn't going to be that guy who was too weak to visit his hospitalized friends who had who-knows-what wrong with them.

OOOOO

Tony was still in a daze when they arrived at the hospital and Gibbs asked the nurse for the rooms of Abigail Sciuto, Timothy McGee, and Ziva David. He hadn't even asked Gibbs what happened to Abby and McGee, he was still thinking about Ziva and if she would ever walk again.

Tony followed Gibbs blindly, and before he knew it, he was in McGee's room. The first thing he saw was Probie lying down on the hospital bed, thousands of cuts across his body and arm, his face surprisingly unscathed.

"Jesus, Probie, what happened to you?"

McGee looked up at Tony, and channeling Gibbs, said, "Whaddaya think, Tony?"

Tony's first impulse was to yell at McGee for being where he was, being cut into pieces by flying glass. But he resisted it, and instead said, quite sincerely, "I'm sorry McGee. I really am."

"You better be, 'cause, you know, it was all your fault Tony! If you had been there, Timmy wouldn't be cut up at all!"

Tony looked over at the chairs supplied by the hospital for visitors, and was surprised to see Abby sitting there, arm in a cast. "Abbs, you're ok!" He reached out to give her a hug, and she gladly stepped into his embrace.

"Yeah, I would've been fine, but Gibbs broke my arm pulling me away from the windows."

Tony nodded courteously, but his thoughts were obviously somewhere else, in another room, with a woman who needed him now more than ever.

"She'll be fine, Tony. Really, she will. C'mon, let's go talk to her doctors. I'll be back in a little while, Timmy!" Tony was glad Abby was there, reassuring, relaxed, everything Gibbs wasn't.

Abby led them to Ziva's room, and Tony stopped outside. After all that had happened in the elevator, he was nervous. Nervous that at the last moment he had become too attached, nervous that it was all the spur of the moment for Ziva, but mostly nervous that the worst had befallen her. Not that Ziva was there. It was only the doctors. But they had her life in their hands, and if she died, it was him they were going to have to answer to.

"Ah, you must be Ziva's team! Nice to meet you."

"How's Ziva?" Tony practically cut the doctor off, but luckily he rebounded pretty quickly.

"My name is Dr. Paul Samuel, and I'm Ziva's main doctor. From what the paramedics told me, a piece of the ceiling fell onto her leg, cut part of it open, and lay there unmoved for too long. Some of the main nerves and blood vessels were cut off from the immense pressure, and her body started shutting down. The pain was at the same time too much to handle, and nonexistent, and she ended up passing out because of it. She's in surgery right now, and soon enough, she'll be able to feel her legs again."

Tony relaxed. She was going to be ok.

"She will be out in about half an hour, so we can allow one visitor to stay here and wait for her." The doctor had answered all the questions that were on the tips of Tony's lips. He wanted to hug the guy.

"DiNozzo, you can stay. I need to get another coffee anyway."

"Yeah, I really need to get back to Tim. He probably hates me for being this long." And within minutes, Tony was alone in Ziva's room, trying to deal with his feelings.

The hour lasted way too long, but the reward was perfect, Tony thought. Ziva was wheeled back in, a cast on her left leg, but otherwise unharmed, sleeping with a cute little smile on her face.

"Oh, Zi," he said softly, tears back in his eyes. He was really going to have to stop that. He walked over and held her hand for a while, his other hand pushing her hair out of her face. Once he was alone with Ziva, he started talking to her. It reminded him vaguely of what Ducky did every time he was alone with a dead body. But surely Ducky didn't love all those dead bodies like he, Tony, loved Ziva?

"So I guess what I want to know the most, is, was that really real back there? In the elevator? Or was I dreaming? 'Cause it felt like a dream. Finally being with you at work. I don't know, maybe it was this concussion I got."

Ziva's eyes were starting to flutter open during this monologue, but Tony didn't notice because he was too busy looking down at her hand, so still in his. He also missed her growing smile that would have told him the answer. When she grew impatient at him, she squeezed his hand in hers. Hard.

"You know it was real. How could it be otherwise, Tony? You know I love you, and that's not going to change anytime soon," she said gently as he let go of her and wrung his hand to get rid of the excruciating pain. And see, we are both ok, we have survived, and in time we and the agency will recover from this tragedy. Although I may need some extra- comforting at night, Tony."

Tony laughed. "Ok, Zee-vah. When do you want me to start comforting you?"

"Now sounds good."

Fin.

A/N: So there it is! I hope you liked it! Reviews as always, much appreciated! xx