Dylan was looking inside his backpack when something caught his eye. Dylan gently took it in his hands, and he instantly recognized what it was, even if he never brought it with him, or if he never owned one. Anger once again refueled his system as he gripped it in his hands and stood up. Immediately all of the students gasped in horror and fear.
Tony took one step gentle step towards Ziva when a bullet ripped through his body, sending him to his knees, then falling face-first to the school floor, a pool of blood rapidly forming around him.
"TONY!" Ziva screamed in horror and fear as she shoved several students out of her way to get to Tony.
Multiple students of various sports teams tackled Dylan to the ground as students either ran away screaming, stood frozen in shock, or began dialing 911 frantically. Time seemed to freeze when Ziva first heard the gunshot, and a split-second later Tony's chest bursted, a bullet whizzing past her ear and embedding itself into a nearby locker. Ziva was kneeling by Tony in a matter of seconds as she gently turned him over, assessing the damage.
Blood was pouring out his chest as Tony coughed blood out of his mouth, a small pool forming in his mouth. Ziva already had tears streaming down her face as she ripped off her shirt and applied pressure to Tony's wound, desperately trying to stem his bleeding.
"Don't do this to me Tony! You can't leave me!" Ziva screamed, her bottom lip quivering. Despite Ziva's efforts, Tony was still losing blood, and fast. Where is the damn ambulance!? Tony's eyes lulled back in his head as his eyelids slowly covered his eyes.
"TONY!" Ziva screamed at him, forcing him to snap back to reality. What the...was I shot? Tony averted his gaze to his body, which was soaking in his blood. Fire and agony overtook Tony as he let out a large moan, tears springing in his eyes. Oh yeah...I guess I was shot...in the chest. I guess this is it, I get to join my Mother in heaven. I just wish I still had more time, time to tell Ziva how I really feel about...oh wait, she's right in front of me.
Ziva had tears furiously streaming down her face and onto Tony's torso, but she could care less that she was crying, she was too focused on slowing down Tony's immense bleeding until EMT's arrived. Tony brought up his clean hand and gently wiped at Ziva's eyes and cheeks, wiping away tears that would only be replaced by new tears.
"Don't cry." Tony croaked out, the simple act of talking hard from all the blood slowly pooling in his mouth.
"Don't talk! It'll only make things worse!" Ziva said as she looked around, trying to see if the EMT's were there yet. Ziva was only clad in a sports bra and cargo pants as Tony's blood soaked her pants, splatters of blood on her stomach.
"Ziva...I need to tell you someth-" Tony was cut off as a whole new wave of pain shot through his body, causing him to cry out.
"Tony, please stay with me. You're going to get help soon, just stay with me!" Ziva screamed at him, her entire body quivering. The world was slowly fading to black, his vision becoming cloudy as death slowly began to drag Tony out of the world of the living. Tony was certain that he would not survive, and he knew he was running out of time to tell Ziva.
"Ziva...I think..." Tony trailed off as his mind became cloudy, suddenly forgetting what he wanted to say.
"Don't talk! You're going to live!" Ziva choked out, finally unable to contain her sobs. Tony brought his hands to cradle Ziva's face as she met his gaze.
"I'm not...going to make it...we both...know that." Tony croaked out, pain shooting through his entire body with every word. So tired...I'm so tired... Tony blinked a couple times, desperately trying to keep himself awake and alive long enough to tell Ziva. Ziva was furiously shaking her head, refusing to believe that Tony could so easily be torn away from her.
"Ziva...I think...I think I'm...falling in love...with you..." Tony said in a bare whisper, more fearful of Ziva's reaction then his own life. Ziva was stunned into silence as she stared at Tony in disbelief. He...loves me?
"I love you too, Tony!" Ziva said, much to Tony's surprise...and emotional agony.
"Don't...live your life...and find someone else...to love...because you still...have time..." Tony said, as much as it hurt him to say those words. I can't force Ziva to love a dying man. She deserves to live a happy life, to be married to a great guy that would bare his soul to her. That would give her beautiful children, and she could live a happy and successful life. As much as I would like to give that to her...I'll be dead within minutes.
"NO! You won't die! There is no one else I could possibly love!" Ziva screamed at him, trying to convince herself more than she was trying to convince Tony. Through her years at Mossad, Ziva had seen plenty of dead, and she had never seen someone survive a gunshot wound to the chest and survive with medical attention being this prolonged. Her mind told her that Tony was going to die, but her heart wouldn't let her. After all, the heart wants what it wants. Tony wasn't able to answer as the darkness finally wrapped a veil of black over his entire being. The EMT's arrive right then and whisked him away onto a gurney, where an oxygen mask was placed over his face and he was being set up for a blood transfusion.
NCIS
Ziva sat in the waiting room wearing a fresh set of clothes that Jenny had brought for her. Jenny, Gibbs, Chris, Ari, Tali, Abby, and McGee had come all together after they had been informed of the shooting. Now they simply sat there, awaiting news, any news regarding Tony's condition. The only thing they had been informed of was that the bullet went through-and-through, but a small fragment had embedded itself in Tony's chest, so he was taken into surgery.
The doors from the ICU opened, and a doctor wearing fresh scrubs walked in holding a clipboard tucked in the crook of his arm. The doctor cleared his throat and brought his clipboard up so he could read from it.
"Family of Anthony D. DiNozzo?" the doctor asked. Chris stood up to his feet and walked over to the doctor, anxiety lacing each step.
"I'm his legal guardian. Is he gonna be alright?" Chris asked, all too familiar with gunshot wounds. The doctor gave a bright smile, much to everyone's relief.
"He's going to be fine. The bullet had been a through-and-through, and the bullet fragment was removed in surgery without complications. The bullet had missed every vital organ in his body, so he expect him to make a full recovery within weeks. The only major concern had been blood loss, but he had just enough blood to keep him alive. If he had lost so much as as a pint more, he would have been dead before we got him to the hospital." the doctor said, and everyone exhaled a breath they didn't know they had been holding.
"Can we see him?" Ziva asked as everyone else got to their feet.
"He can only have one visitor at a time, but he's asleep right now." the doctor said, eyeing Chris. Ziva was about to return to her seat when a hand shot out to stop her. Chris.
"You should go first." Chris said. Ziva shot him a look, wanting to confirm with him that it was okay with him. Chris simply nodded before the doctor led her to Tony's room.
Ziva walked into the room to see Tony peacefully snoring on his bed, an IV running into his arm and a trickle of drool hanging from the corner of his mouth. Ziva smiled at the sight as she took a spot in the chair next to his bed. Taking his hand in hers, she leaned on the side of the bed and was slowly lulled to sleep by the steady beat of the monitor and the occasional snore from Tony.
NCIS
Tony woke up lying in a hospital bed, a faint light turned on in the corner to suggest that it was during the night. I'm...I'm alive? Tony looked at his hand which was currently occupied by another. Tony turned to see who it was, and was met with a hunched-over Ziva lying her head on the bed in a rather uncomfortable manner. Tony was about to say her name when a thundering snore reverberated throughout the entire room, causing the glass of water next to his bed to rattle slightly. Jesus Christ, she snores like a drunken sailor with Emphysema.
Tony was about to wake Ziva up when she shot up screaming, her eyes wide with fear. Ziva averted her gaze to the now-awake Tony who looked at her with concern.
"Jesus Ziva, you alright?" Tony asked, worried about Ziva. Ziva's eyes flared in anger as hours of anxiety finally released.
"Am I alright!? What the hell is wrong with you!? You were just shot in the chest! And you ask me if I'm alright!?" Ziva screamed at Tony. Tony simply stared at her for a moment, forgetting why he was in the hospital at all as he got lost momentarily in Ziva's eyes. Ziva was about to open her mouth again when Tony captured her lips in a Earth-shattering kiss. The kiss was soft and gentle, communicating that it wasn't about lust, but it was about care and love. Ziva's mind went blank as she softly returned the kiss, completely unaware of the grinning Chris that stood by the window.
Chris watched for a few minutes before silently going to the cafeteria to get a glass of water. It's about damn time, DiNozzo. Does it really take you to get shot for something to happen between you and Ziva. Shit, someone could have made a romantic comedy out of you two.
Tony and Ziva finally pulled apart after air became a necessity and they rested their foreheads against each other, panting hard. Tony scooted over so he could make room for Ziva and then pulled her in bed with him. Ziva rested her head against Tony's chest as Tony cradled Ziva's head in his arms, running his hands through her hair.
"Did you have a nightmare?" Tony asked, even though he already knew it was a nightmare. After all, he's been having them for two years straight, he could spot a nightmare from a mile away, even down to the tell-tale signs of increased Rapid-Eye-Movement, increased fidgeting, and abnormal sweating. Ziva only nodded, shuddering in fear of even remembering it. Tony brought his hand to cradle Ziva's chin, bringing her gaze to his eyes.
"What was it about?" Tony asked. Though many people wouldn't even dare to ask someone what their nightmares were about, Tony knew from personal experience that talking about your nightmares always helps in the long-run. Ziva let out a shuddering breath as she tried to find the strength to tell Tony.
"We don't have to talk about this right now if it makes you uncomfortable." Tony said, dropping a butterfly kiss to her forehead. Ziva shook her head in response, finally finding the strength to tell her.
"Back in Israel, a year ago, I was dating a fellow Mossad trainee, his name was Daniel Aspis..." Ziva said, slowly making her way through the story. Tony immediately tensed at the word 'dating.' The mere idea that anyone could have taken Ziva's heart, no matter how little, in a romantic way, was slightly unsettling to say the least.
"One night, I came over to his house just to say hello and...another man had a gun pointed at him, some drunk idiot. I tried to stop him but...by the time I realized that Daniel was in danger, the man had shot him in the chest... My father told me he had died." Ziva said quietly. Tony's eyes had widened to extremes he himself hadn't known was possible. Guilt bubbled throughout his body as he realized what he made Ziva relive.
"Oh Ziva, I'm so sorry, truly I mean it. I'm sorry I asked." Tony apologized, but Ziva shook her head.
"That wasn't what my nightmare was about." Ziva said quietly. In truth, Tony's simple presence around her made the entire retelling of that story much easier than she thought it would be, but now would be the hard part.
"I had a nightmare that...the person who shot you in school today...was that same man...who shot Daniel... When the doctor came in the waiting room earlier today, he informed us that you would make a full recovery. But in my nightmare, the doctor came in and told me...that you had died." Ziva said quietly as a lone tear trailed down her cheek. Tony noticed the tear and wiped it away with his thumb.
"I'm here now, and I'm not leaving you. I was a fool to think that I could ever be separated from you. I was wrong, wronger than I had ever been in my entire life, and I won't make the same mistake again, because I love you, now and always." Tony said, placing a kiss on Ziva's forehead, both of her cheekbones, then finally pecked her lips. Ziva gave a small but brilliant smile as she snuggled closer into Tony's side.
"I love you too, Tony." Ziva said, as sleep slowly came to both of them.
NCIS
Gibbs slammed his fist down angrily on the table in Interrogation Room 1. Dylan was literally shaking in fear as Gibbs told him about his blood tests showing minute traces of alcohol and massive amounts of steroids. That alone would get Dylan a good amount of jail time considering the fact that Dylan was eighteen and considered an adult in the judicial court system. But shooting someone? Shit, that could get you locked up for 20 years. At first Metro Police tried to fight for jurisdiction, but since Dylan's Dad was a Naval Petty Officer, NCIS got dibs.
"Ok Dylan, we're almost done here. You admitted to the drinking, drugs, and attempted murder of a fellow student, now I have one last question." Gibbs said, Dylan practically frozen solid as he met Gibbs's icy glare.
"Since neither of your parents ever purchased a gun, and you didn't either, I have one last question: Where did you get the gun?" Gibbs asked. Dylan's eyes grew wide, finding himself only able to offer a seriously bad response.
"I-I-it was in my backpack when I first found it this morning, I swear! I just found it in there, I never took it!" Dylan said, his entire body drenched in nervous sweat. Gibbs just stared into his eyes, practically looking into his soul for any signs of him lying. Gibbs just stared at him for a solid two minutes, each second with Dylan silently wondering if he would shit himself. Gibbs got up from his chair and walked out of the room and into Observation.
Tommy and Lisa were discussing what movie they would watch for their typical Monday movie nights when a tired-looking Gibbs walked in, rubbing his face.
"What's wrong boss?" Tommy asked. Gibbs just shook his head as he paced around the room.
"He's telling the truth, he found the gun in his backpack this morning. What I don't know is who put the gun there, and why they did it." Gibbs said, desperately searching the confines of his brain for any hint of who had done it. Something wasn't right here, the pieces didn't fit together. There was more to this case than meets the eye.
NCIS
A lone man dressed in a black hoodie and sweatpants stood outside a hospital room, peering inside as his nose scrunched up in disgust. A teenage girl was snoring loudly into a teenage boy's chest, both tightly wrapped around one another in each other's embrace. The man walked away, being sure to keep his head down from the camera's as he made his way back over to his car. The man hopped into the driver's seat and sped off, heading towards an abandoned warehouse.
Making sure no one was following him, he drove into the warehouse and got out. He walked into a separate room where maps of DC were plastered everywhere, from the subways to the streets, to every building that stood, the man had everything mapped out. Circles were drawn on various points on the map, pinpointing weak spots in roads and walls. The man turned to study the array of pictures he had taken. Pictures of high-traffic areas, schools, and finally another section of the wall, entirely dedicated to pictures of...Tony.
Whoa...someone's stalking Tony :o
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