A/N - Thanks for all the reviews guys. As for your question agentscully6, I don't have a medical background unfortunately. I just watch too much tv!!

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SICKBAY

Sometime before Tony and McGee got up, Gibbs awoke in the sickbay. There was little to break the silence, no faces he recognised. He looked up at the gun metal grey ceiling and walls and it took a few moments before he realised where he was. Then what had happened started flooding back to him, the rescue mission, the gun battle, Ziva.

"Oh my God Ziva! Where is she?" he wondered silently, his heart rate quickening. He tried to sit up but was halted by a shooting pain emanating in his back and coursing up into his neck. Then he remembered being shot. And Tobias, he had been wounded as well. He remembered his friend depserately pressing against his wound, trying to staunch the flow of blood. It had looked pretty bad.

"I hope he made it," he prayed closing his eyes to try and block out the pain. Once again, albeit more slowly and more calculated than his previous effort, he attempted to sit up. With his face creased in pain he managed to raise himself from the pillows and succeeded in sitting up grasping tightly onto the bed sheets for leverage. He looked around the room. Once it stopped spinning he observed six beds, one of which he occupied, lined neatly around the room. In the bed across from him he was relieved to see Fornell. He was asleep and breathing on his own which Gibbs interpreted to be a good sign. He certainly looked a damn sight better than the last time he had seen him. The remaining beds were empty except for the bed furthest from him in the corner. There lay another sleeping figure. The mass of dark hair caressing the pillow told him that it was Ziva. She appeared restless. Her head was moving and he could hear her mumbling in her sleep.

Gibbs felt that he should be with her, to comfort her. She needed someone. He looked at the drip that was feeding into his arm. It was hanging on a stand beside his bed. Looking to the ground he noted that it had wheels on it so it would move with him and therefore he didn't see any problem with what he was about to do. He looked around for medical staff and felt happier knowing that no one was watching him therefore no one would make a fuss when he got out of bed. He threw back the sheet and swung his bare legs off the bed putting them slowly to the floor. As he moved he could feel a tightening across his shoulders, like his skin was being stretched. It took his breath momentarily.

"Stitches! Son of a bitch!" he thought as he waited for the dart of pain to pass and then taking a deep breath he shakily stood up. His legs felt a little wobbly but using the drip stand as support he shuffled over towards his injured agent. As he reached her he could hear her faint, muffled moans. It sounded like she was having a nightmare.

"Ziva," Gibbs whispered as he approached her bed. There was no reaction. He sank gratefully onto the metal chair that was positioned close to the head of the bed. The short walk from his bed had exhausted him. He breathed heavily for a few moments trying to recover from the mild exertion. He leaned towards her and touched her hair, brushing it from her bruised face. She was still restless and uttered senseless words as she tossed and turned.

"Ziva!" Gibbs said louder than before. He lightly stroked her battered face, cursing the man who had done this to her. As his hand reached her neck she turned over suddenly and tightly grabbed his wrist, her nails digging deep into his flesh. Without even looking at him, she spat out some words he didn't understand. All he was able to make out was the name Samir.

"No, Ziva, it's me," he explained urgently as she continued to apply pressure to his hand. He could feel her nails piercing his flesh. "It's Gibbs." Upon hearing his voice, she released his hand and turned over completely on the bed so that she could see his face.

"Gibbs?" she asked obviously disorientated.

"In the flesh," he replied. "You were dreaming, I think."

"Was I? I don't remember," she told him.

"You were talking in your sleep. In Hebrew, I think and you mentioned someone named Samir," Gibbs explained.

"Samir?" Ziva said looking a little puzzled.

"Yea, you know him?" Gibbs wondered.

"I thought I did," Ziva replied mournfully. "He was one of the team that my father sent to Somalia. He was also the man who did this to me."

"What? Are you saying that one of your own team did this?" Gibbs asked horrified at the notion.

"I think so. It's all a blur. I only see glimpses of what happened. I remember waking up tied to a chair in a concrete room. I have no idea how I got there though," she told Gibbs.

"Don't worry, it'll come back. It did for me," he smiled, hoping to reassure her by giving her arm a gentle squeeze.

"When I saw him I thought he was there to rescue me but then he started asking me questions about NCIS. I didn't know what was going on….why he was doing that? I didn't tell him anything though. I swear Gibbs," she informed him, her emotions beginning to come to the surface. Tears welled in her swollen eyes.

"I know you didn't, kid. Don't worry, it'll be alright," Gibbs told her, uncomfortable with her emotional state. "We'll get him."

"There's something else I need to remember," Ziva announced raising herself on her pillows. "I just can't put my finger on it. It's really bothering me, like it's important."

"Sounds familiar. It will come back, I promise. And if there's anything I can do to help, just ask," Gibbs said kindly.

"Thanks," Ziva replied. She looked more closely at her boss. He sat at her side, dressed in an unflattering hospital gown barely covering his modesty, his knockles white from gripping tightly onto the drip stand. Then she remembered that he had been hurt. She recalled snippets of what had happened on the beach and the doctor working frantically on him. She noticed how he sat hunched slightly careful of moving his neck and shoulder area.

"I never asked you how you are doing," Ziva said shifting trying to get more comfortable.

"I'll be fine. Won't be playing tennis for a while," Gibbs said smiling. Ziva smiled back knowing that tennis wasn't exactly Gibbs style. She realised that she was lucky to be alive and that it was thanks to the man at her side.

"I owe you my life," she admitted somewhat embarrassed. "I wasn't sure if we'd ever see each other again after what had happened," she said, referring to the whole Rivkin affair.

"You're still a member of my team," Gibbs replied, not wanting to get too sentimental. He wished he had the guts to tell her how much he cared for her and how much he had hated leaving her behind but knew it wasn't the time or the place.

"Hadar!" Ziva shouted all of a sudden, breaking Gibbs sentimental musings. "It was Hadar!"

"What?" Gibbs asked completely taken aback by her sudden outburst.

"Amit Hadar. My father's assistant. It was him," Ziva explained.

"What do you mean it was him?" Gibbs asked a little confused.

"On the phone, Samir spoke to him. I remember him talking to him. He must have thought I had passed out," Ziva told him.

"Are you sure? I mean, that's a very serious allegation, Ziva. You're accusing him of being a traitor, of betraying your father," Gibbs said seriously.

"I know. I can't believe he would betray my father so cruelly but I wasn't supposed to leave there alive, Gibbs. He was willing to allow my murder. And probably planned to comfort my father while he grieved. I will kill him with my bare hands," Ziva swore angrily.

"Well, you'd better at least wait until you're back on your feet," Gibbs advised. "Then I'll come with you." Gibbs paused for thought. "Are you feeling worse by any chance?" Gibbs asked in an unusually devilish tone. "I hear the hospitals are pretty top notch in Tel Aviv. I have a feeling that we will both be needing further treatment in hospital," Gibbs winked oddly.

Ziva laughed aloud. She knew exactly what Gibbs was suggesting. Getting back to Israel might just panic Hadar into something foolish. He didn't know that they knew of his involvement and that could play to their advantage. All they had to do was arrange to be airlifted to Israel for further treatment. Time to bend a few rules!

A/N - Sorry its a short update. Let me know what u think anyway.