"ZIVA!"
For a second all he could do was stare at the still form of his partner with a halo of red liquid encircling her head, his body frozen by fear of what might be. A small moan escaped the woman's lips, pulling Tony out of the trance, and sending him to his knees beside her.
"ZIVA! Ziva can you hear me?"
No response. Tony gently lifted her head off the ground and searched through her blood soaked hair to find the source. Directly behind her right ear, a perfect five-inch gash mocked him as it continued to ooze.
Crap.
One hand immediately flew to his pocket while the other stayed pressed against the wound, in an effort to stop the bleeding. His finger quickly finding his phone, he dialed 911 one-handed expertly.
One ring. Two rings.
"911, what is your emergency?" A soft professional female voice spoke.
Words, he needed words. He licked his lips trying to force some kind of speech to communicate.
"WE NEED AN AMBULENCE!" It came out louder than he had intended, but it got the job done.
"Sir, please calm down. What is your situation?"
Calm down? She had to be kidding.
"My partner's been shot! I need a bus now!"
"Okay, sir I need to know where you are."
"Uhhhhhh…."
He looked around the room. Where were they again? His head was foggy as Ziva's porcelain pale face slipped in and out, and back in focus.
La Cobra. Manassas.
"Four Forty-four Shenandoah Valley Boulevard, Manassas. Ahh!"
He took in a sharp breath. Some foreign pain swept through him causing the arm responsible for holding the cell phone to give out, sending the device to swim in the pool of blood. The room went round and he found himself parallel to his partner.
It was like a Maine fog had rolled in, and only the blood remained clearly visible. All the bright red chrisom blood. The color was almost pretty.
Tony tried to reach for the phone three inches from his fingertips, but the pain was paralyzing, and neither he nor this phone was moving an inch.
A wave of exhaustion broke over his body as he fought one last battle to stay conscious. Gotta stay awake…. gotta help Ziva… gotta… sleep…
Black curtains closed, and the show was over.
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Okay guys, so here's the deal. I know I haven't updated in forever, but I just found new "inspiration" for this fic and where I want to take it. I'm leaving the choice up to you; I was thinking of making this a really long fic (possibly 20 + chapters, but no promises) and having a lot of twists and turns OR the fic can be made into a single story line and be finished in a few more chapters (short and sweet) OR if no one is interested, then I just don't write anymore of it. Review and let me know what ya'll wanna see. Thanks for reading! Peace.