A/N: So here's another little update. I know my chapters are rather short, but it is exam season! :) But I hope you enjoy what there is! Lots of Love, Vengeance!

Disclaimer: I really wish I owned Tony and McGee, but I don't. Everything pertaining to NCIS is in now way mine! :(

The drive from the hospital to the Navy yard had been a quiet one. The first thing Tony had done when he got into the passenger seat of the car was to turn his cell phone up al the way, making sure that if it was called, he wouldn't miss the call. And he seemed to have picked up this weird habit of checking his phone every three minutes or so, just to double check that he hadn't missed anything. It was a stupid thing, and Tony himself knew it, but it seemed to give him comfort, so he made no motion to stop it… that is until:

SMACK!

Gibbs' hand came out of nowhere colliding with whiplash force to the back of Tony's head. "Thank you Boss." He said. It was funny how the whole team had managed to learn to just know why something happened. Like Tony automatically knew that this particular head slap was in order to get him to smarten up and finish with this little habit he had picked up. Gibbs was probably getting really annoyed with it too. He wasn't a mean man… not most of the time, but he was blunt and forceful when he wanted things done. Otherwise Tony would still be sitting in the exact same spot waiting for word on Ziva.

After what seemed like a lifetime plus four they arrived in the Navy yard, and Tony made his way to his desk immediately setting to work. He noticed that McGee was already at his desk typing away and working on their case. Which this was, Ziva may be Mossad, but she was working with NCIS, and this would be treated like any other case they would follow. Though it was difficult to say weather or not they might get pulled form the case because they weren't indifferent to the situation. It also placed them a man down, and Tony worried that they may send them a new Probie to work with for the time being. But he didn't have time for breaking a new kid in, or hazing, he had bigger fish to fry.

"She's going to be ok Tony." Said McGee after minutes of silence. As soon as Wilcox's body had arrived Gibbs had made his way down to see Ducky. Tony, had stayed pounding away at his keyboard and making as many phone calls as necessary, though making sure that he didn't take too long in case the hospital tried to call. He looked up at McGee, trying to put on that air he always seemed to have. It was like cocky with a pinch of cunning and a dash of smart alec. It was like a DiNozzo cocktail that no one could ever seem to repeat, and in this instance, neither could Tony. He just seemed to look broken, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

"Of course she is. She's Ziva. You don't have to worry there Probie." He said trying to get at least some normality into this day. Besides, there was never a bad time to mock McGee, and maybe, if he said that a few times more, he would start believing them himself. But had they seen her? Really seen her? She had three bullets in her stomach, she had blood everywhere, Tony knew, he had scanned her from toes to head and then back down. Making sure he took full stock of her visible injuries, knowing that what was going on internally was probably ten times worse.

That was the end of that. Maybe McGee got the hint and thought it best to just let Tony mop it out. He was almost the complete opposite of Gibbs. He allowed Tony to just go and deal with his own messes. Probably because Tony enjoyed making so many for McGee, or maybe because the young agent just truly didn't know what to do. He had only dealt with something like this once, and it had been Kate who had laid down in the morgue being poked and prodded by Ducky, but this time, it seemed different. Harder, because you didn't really know what was going to happen. With Kate, there was nothing worse that could happen. She was dead, the final nail in the coffin and been hammered, no pun intended. But with Ziva, she was still alive, at least for now. For all he knew the next time his phone rang it would be a nurse on the other end, sounding cheery as she stated that she was sorry to say that she was dead.

"She will be ok Probie. Gibbs didn't give her permission to die." Said Tony finally, nodding his head slightly and holding that note of finality. It was true, even on his death bed Tony wouldn't die if he hadn't had permission. As weird as it sounded, though he probably couldn't control it the bullet wound… or even the bubonic plague itself was probably too scared to kill him without Gibbs permission. But on the other hand…

"RING."

"Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo." Came Tony's quick reply. This could be it, the phone call he had been waiting for. "DiNozzo, get down to Abby's lab." Came Gibbs' voice from the other side of the phone, and then a click…. Maybe it wasn't the call he had been waiting for after all.