A/N: Hey peeps! Nothing new, only that I am thinking about watching NCIS LA. Any thoughts? Tell me. Also, to the Guest reviewer, I had an awesome time! Thanks!

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS.

Gibbs snapped his cell shut and sighed. Then he looked around for his last agent.

"McGee!"

"Yes boss?"

"Autopsy, get Abbs to meet us there. Duck has a break in the case." He lied on the off chance Vance was watching.

Tim hurried down to the lab with Gibbs following after a moment. They arrived to find the other three already standing around a metal table.

"Jethro, what's wrong?" Ducky was the first to speak.

"DiNozzo was at the embassy in Paris and Malachi shot him. Ziver killed Malachi but Tony's in critical condition at the hospital. Ziva's with him and I'm leaving as soon as we're done here."

"Oh my God." Abby started to sob. McGee wrapped his arms around her and held her, oblivious to the wet patch forming on the shoulder of his shirt.

"What can we do?" McGee asked simply.

"Duck, I need you to come up with an excuse for us to fly to Paris. We have to tell Vance something. I'm not sure how well-informed Elbaz is keeping him."

"Us?" Abby looked up, her face streaked with mascara.

"You, me and Tim." Gibbs said gently. "I'm not going to make you stay here."

Abby ran over and wrapped her arms around him. "Thanks bossman."

"Okay, Palmer, you talk to the hospital people in France, get Dinozzo moved here ASAP."

"Yes sir." Palmer was just glad he wouldn't be on snack duty this time.

"McGee, go. Get us on a plane."

"Boss, what about you?"

"I need to make a phone call."

Paris

"I don't CARE if nobody is allowed in, I WANT TO SEE HIM!" Ziva yelled at the idiotic nurse who didn't seem to care that her partner was practically dying, going into surgery in five minutes, and she needed to see him before then.

Ziva had started out calm, although desperately worried. She had sat in the waiting room for an hour slowly losing all patience and rationality. Finally, a doctor had come in and spoken softly to the woman behind the computer screen. Ziva's Mossad-trained ears had caught the words 'DiNozzo' and 'critical' and demanded to know what was wrong.

It all went downhill from there.

"Miss, I'm sorry, I can't let you back there!" the nurse was adamant in her refusal to let Ziva see her partner. The doctor, who up until that point had been a silent observer, suddenly said, "Wait, you're name wouldn't happen to be Ziva, now would it?"

"Yes, why?" Ziva frowned.

"Well, Mr. DiNozzo was conscious for a few minutes while we explained the surgery to him" Ziva rolled her eyes. "And he kept asking for a Ziva. Something about wanting to talk, and a Mr. 'Gibbs'?"

"Can I see him?"

"Since he refuses to let us perform surgery on him until he speaks with you, I think that would be best. Come with me."

The doctor led an eager Ziva through the doors and to a door. "I'll be right here if you need me." He smiled and opened the door. Ziva stepped inside and caught sight of Tony.

"Tony!" she rushed to his bedside and sat in a chair next to his head. He looked awful. His stomach was bandaged and he was pale and tired. But, his face lit up when he saw her.

"Ziva!" his voice was weak, too. "Zi, are you okay?"

"Yes, Tony. Unlike you, I am fine. Now, why did you want to talk to me before you had surgery?"

"Zi, I just needed to see with my own eyes that you were here and safe. Oh and one more thing, did you tell Gibbs?"

"Tony, I am perfectly alright. Oh course I called Gibbs. He said he'd be here soon."

"So I can expect him to be here with Abby and McWorry when I'm out?"

"Exactly. Now let the doctors do their jobs. I'll see you soon." She pressed a kiss to his forehead and left.