A/N: Ok here is the second chapter of my second FanFic! Enjoy! Read and Review, I beg you and if you are a reader of my other story . . . I will update tomorrow, I PROMISE! Please put away your torches and pitch forks or else there will be no more from me, and we don't want that now do we? Anyways, enjoy and knock yourselves out with that little review/comment button at the bottom of the page!
Chapter 2-Waiting
Waiting. I hate waiting . . . especially at hospitals. God, I hate them, too. I also hate the fact that I was too scared to tell Ziva that I love her. . . and now, I might not even get the chance. I can be such an ass sometimes. Last summer, I promised myself that I wouldn't let her go again, if I ever got the chance; I got the chance, and I--- "Is there a Tony DiNozzo here?" "I'm Tony DiNozzo. Is there something wrong, Doctor?" "A Miss Ziva David is asking for you." "It's David." "Right. Come with me, please." Ziva. Tony stood in the doorway of her hospital room in awe. Tubes were coming and going from everywhere and there were so many machines beeping and little lights flashing. This is why I hate hospitals. All the beeping and flashing lights and tubes and sick people and blood. Lots and lots of blood. The smell of clean. God, how I hate hospitals. "Ziva." "Tony?" She was happy to see him, obviously, bythe tone of voice. It was raspy and cold. "Shhh, Ziva, I'm here now. Everything is fine, now." "What happened?" "Honestly, Zee, I really don't know. Someone shot at us, I guess. Gibbs and –," "ZIVA!" Tony turned to see a flash of red and black as Abby rushed into the room. He grabbed her arm, "Abs, calm down. Don't smush her. Be gentle." "Ok, Tony, I promise. I don't want to break Ziva, it's just that I'm so happy she's ok, that's all." "Yeah, believe me Abs, I know."
Tony. Where's Tony? Where am I? What happened? All I remember . . . need to tell him. Before it's too late. "Abby, it's nice to see you, too." "How you feeling, Ziva?" "Probie, I thought that you were supposed to be –," "With me, DiNozzo?" "Uh, yeah, Boss." "I'm ok, McGee. Thank you." "Hey Abby, do you think that you could get me something to drink? Please?" "Yeah, sure. Come on, Tim." Checking to make sure that Gibbs wasn't close enough to her room and that Abby and McGee had for sure left, she was alone with Tony. "Tony," "Zee, there's something I need to tell you. But since you asked first, you go ahead." "I . . . I am . . . I . . . Tony, I –," Tony cut her off. He took her hand and leaned down and kissed her. "I love you, Ziva," he breathed. "Tony, I . . . I love you, too." Finally. Since the first day she came to NCIS, he has looked at her when she was not looking. When his car blew up, she almost cried; she couldn't think of anything but him; it was in her eyes. When we left Israel last summer, he wanted to kill himself; he was never going to see her again. I hate waiting . . . especially when you are waiting for something that they themselves cannot seem to realize that they are waiting for, too. Gibbs watched from across the hallway, let out a sigh of relief and chuckled to himself.