A/N: Oh I love cliff hangers =]

Unfortunately, no one guessed correctly! Ah well.

I hope you like this chapter! I would have made it longer, only I have hardly any time at all to write when I'm at school, so I hope this satisfies you!

Also, someone asked of the significance of the chapter names. They are the names of the zodiac in Hebrew astronomy. Hence, I would be 'Shor' since I am Taurus. 'Ari' translates as the sign 'Leo.'

Gibbs stared at the body on the floor. He dropped to the ground and tried to staunch the blood flow from the wound. Ziva arrived in the doorway and gasped.

"Call 911." Gibbs almost choked on the words, but Ziva was already dialing. "Stay with me Jenny."

"Jethro…" In fleeting consciousness Jenny registered her husband with her.

"Stay with me Jenny." Gibbs begged. "Don't do this to me!"

"They are coming." Ziva snapped her phone shut and hurried to Jenny's side. She grabbed one of Gibbs' shirts from a pile of just-washed clothes, and ripped it into strips. She behind to wind them tightly around the wound in Jenny's side, effectively compressing the wound, but causing to make Jenny scream as the pain awoke her for a moment. Gibbs felt that his heart was ripping in two at the horrendous sound issuing form his wife's mouth.

As Ziva worked, Gibbs spoke to Jenny, and held her hand. Soon there was a knock on the door, which Gibbs found surprisingly funny for a second, before he ran downstairs and opened the door. Paramedics rushed in and up into the bedroom where Gibbs had directed them. When they opened the door, Ziva's hands were covered in blood and she was gripping Jenny's hand.

"You will be okay." She assured the director. "You will be alright, Jenny. Please. For Gibbs."

The paramedics pushed her gently out of the way as they loaded Jenny onto a gurney and hurried her out of the house and into the ambulance. Gibbs grabbed his keys and gunned the engine before driving after the ambulance. Ziva flicked open her phone and speed dialled one for Tony and told him the situation. The ambulance parked at the hospital and Jenny was rushed straight into the surgery theatre.

"Nine millimeter shot gun wound in lower abdomen." One of the guys shouted as they pushed the wheeled gurney through the swinging doors. "Code One Emergency!"

The door swung shut behind them and Gibbs stared, frozen after them. Ziva gently steered him to the waiting area, where he sat down. His expression was the same expression he'd had since Ziva had taken over bandaging Jenny.

Shocked.

Scared.

Ziva leaned over and hugged him, pressing her face deep into his shoulder. She held back her tears; she had vowed she would never cry at this like this. Where she had used to live in Israel, this was a daily occurrence. Her father would say, "America has softened you." She had to partly agree. Gibbs came to a start and wrapped his arms around Ziva, hugging her tightly. Since she had been living with them because she couldn't go home, she had been like he expected Kelly would have been. Only more… Ziva-ish.

Tony ran into the waiting room to see the two embracing, and smiled at the sight. Gibbs had never seemed the sort for emotional things, and neither did Ziva. He walked over.

"Hate to break you two up." He said, and the two looked up surprised. "But this is a waiting room."

"DiNozzo!" Gibbs slapped Tony round the back of the head, and the younger man yelped, and then Tony kissed Ziva swiftly on the lips. He pulled the chair next to Ziva around so he was sitting closer to them.

"Is she okay?" He asked quietly.

"We don't know, Tony." Gibbs replied. If anyone had stopped to wonder why he wasn't crying, they would have thought he was uncaring, or experienced that type of thing all the time. The real reason was that the full force of what had happened hadn't really hit him completely. Soon it would.

Sooner than expected. Gibbs stood up quickly, and walked out of sight from the two teenagers before breaking into a sprint and arriving at the bathrooms just in time to fall into a cubicle and throw up the contents of his stomach. He threw up two more times, and after than that he just retched, tears running down his face. He leaned against the door, crying for his wife.

He recollected his composure, rinsed his mouth out and was in the process of washing his face when the door was pushed open.

"Gibbs?" Tony asked quietly, approaching the normally well composed man. He comforted the older man with a subtle gesture of an arm across his shoulders; a kind gesture between the two.

When Gibbs was thoroughly calm and composed, they returned to Ziva, who was heading towards them. "News?" Gibbs rushed forward and grabbed her shoulders.

"Yes." Ziva smiled, and Gibbs relaxed. "Critical, but stable."

"Can we see her?" Gibbs asked the most important question.

"Yes, but only one person at a time, for five minutes only." Ziva recited from memory what the nurse had informed her. "Room 365."

Gibbs hurried away, and Ziva and Tony left him to speak to his wife and followed at a more leisurely pace. They walked in silence most of the way, and only spoke once they were sitting down outside of Jenny's room. Tony broke the silence.

"Ziva…" He began. "Your hands…"

Ziva glanced down at her hands, and shuddered. She had forgotten. Her hands were now covered in crusted blood. Jenny's blood.

"That is why I was getting strange looks…" She realized and couldn't help but laugh. Short, bubbling laughs and even Tony began to smile, before breaking out into laughter too. When Gibbs walked out of the room he wondered what was so funny. So he asked them.

"I… I…" Ziva began, but couldn't speak because she'd been laughing so hard, and a stitch had formed in her side. "Ow."

"You had to be here." Tony explained, calming himself down. Gibbs slapped Ziva lightly on the cheek, and she eventually calmed down, and he sent her to wash her hands. Once she returned, Gibbs spoke again.

"Go and speak to her." Gibbs gestured towards Jenny's room. "She wants to thank you."

"For what?" Ziva started to ask, but Gibbs was already pushing her into the hospital room and closing the door behind her. Ziva almost collapsed in relief; Jenny was smiling up at her from the bed. "Jenny!"

"Ziva. My angel." Jenny smiled, and took Ziva's hand when she reached her. Ziva leaned over and hugged her carefully, trying not to shift any bandages or tubes. Jenny looked drained, her face still quite white, which was perfectly normal at the amount of blood she lost.

"I am so glad you are okay!" Ziva exclaimed, collapsing into the chair beside Jenny's bed.

"All thanks to you." Jenny smiled gratefully, and Ziva looked at her, very confused.

"Why?" She asked, her eyes narrowing in confusion.

"The doctor says I would have died if it was not for your bandaging skills. He wants to know who did it and where they learnt it." Jenny gripped the girl's hand in her own, as hard as she could, which wasn't that hard. She was still weak.

"In Israel you grow up to learn to do things like that." Ziva said sadly, thinking of her childhood best friend, Raechel, who had died from being shot to pieces with a machine gun in a shoot out at their school in Tel Aviv.

"Ziva," Jenny began. Ziva glanced up and stared at her.

"Who did this? Was it my father?" Jenny shook her head.

"Then I know who it was." Ziva said, rising from the chair and after squeezing Jenny's hand once, she hurried from the room, past Tony and Gibbs and out into the night.

A/N: Thanks for all your reviews last time! I have more time to write at the weekends as I'm still at school (only 4 weeks to go!) and I'm really busy! So if I don't update, please don't hurt me! :P

Question:

At the end, I know what's probably going to happen. You don't. Work this question out on your incredible inquisitiveness and pick which one.

What does Tony do/what happens to Tony at the end?

A: Gets arrested.

B: Commits suicide.

C: Other (please specify)