The next morning Tony woke up and looked around. He had hardly slept that night. Not to mention, he was sleeping in the world's most uncomfortable chair. He lowered his legs from off of Ziva's bed and tried to sit up. A pain shot through his back and he gritted his teeth to stop himself from crying out.

Great, I can't leave her side for a night and now I can't get up.

Waiting a moment to try and get up again, Tony patiently sat in the chair. His eyes lingered over to Ziva who was still sleeping soundly. He slowly got up from the chair, trying not to make a sound and left the room. Coffee was a must after that night of no sleep.

Just as he was rounding the corner, Dr. Thomas bumped into him.

"I'm sorry Dr!" Tony smiled/

"It's fine! I was just about to go into Ziva's room! Is she up?" She questioned Tony.

"No. I think this is the first night of sleep she's gotten," He felt guilt remain over him as he spoke.

"Most definitely," she acknowledged and continued to speak. "I wanted to tell you that she'll have to stay overnight again. Most of her test results came back negative, but we still have a few more to do. The most we can figure is that her body and brain went into shock which led her to do all of these crazy things to end the pain she was going through. She will be able to leave here tomorrow, but she'll have to continue seeing Dr. Smith on a weekly basis,"

Greaaaaat. Tony muttered to himself. "Okay, thank you Dr. Thomas. I'll go to her place then and grab her a few items for tonight." He smiled and walked away, calling a cab and heading to his apartment. Once he was at his apartment, he took a quick shower and gathered a few things he would need for the night while staying with Ziva at the hospital.

Ziva awoke a bit after Tony had left. She felt cold and brought the blank up over her more, rolling over and finding that Tony was not there anymore. She shrugged and wondered where he went. He normally wouldn't leave her like that, but she figured he was the last person she wanted to see anyways. She grabbed the remote, turning the TV on and flipping through the channels to find something to watch. But, she couldn't find anything when a distant thought lingered through her head hoping that Tony would be back and she didn't push him away, again.

Tony grabbed the key to Ziva's apartment and carefully unlocked her door. He stepped in and looked around, yellow caution tape everywhere. The police have been looking for her, He cautiously walked around, not to ruin the crime scene. As he walked into her bedroom, he saw the broken picture frame and picture of them on the ground. He bent down to the ground and saw the blood stain next to the broken glass. He closed his eyes and tried to get the image out of his head of Ziva holding the gun up to her head. Opening his eyes again, he stood up and went over to her dresser, opening a drawer. Inside the drawer were Ziva's bra and panties. He went to close it, but he thought she might need new ones on. He lifted up a pair of her underwear, trying not to look at them and he quickly stuffed them into a bag for her. He searched for a normal bra, considering most of the ones in this drawer were lace or too sexy for the hospital. As he rummaged for just a cotton bra, he tried not to let his mind wander or even think about her having most of these intimate items on with another man. He found a cotton, white bra and stuffed it into the bag. Moving over quickly to her closet, he found a pair of sweats and tossed them into the bag, along with a black tank top.

"Good morning, Ziva" Dr. Smith walked in smiling as he took looked at her monitors.

"Hi…" Ziva answered as she wondered what he was doing in her room before Dr. Thomas.

"Have a good night's sleep?" he asked as he carefully unhooked Ziva from the brain activity monitors around her head. Ziva nodded and he continued, "Well, everything looks good. You'll probably be out of here by tomorrow. You're body and brain were probably shocked which lead you to be unstable. Otherwise, we haven't seen any suspicious brain activity since you've been here," he finished unhooking her.

"Okay, thank you," she smiled up to him.

Dr. Smith looked around the room, "Where's your boyfriend at? I'm surprised he isn't hovering over me," he laughed.

"Oh, he's not my-" she paused for a moment, not knowing how to describe exactly what her and Tony are. They hadn't talked about what happened when they were out to dinner that night before he got stabbed.

"He's not?" he questioned, a smile growing on his face.

"It's...complicated," she gave him a weird glare, wondering why he was asking these questions.

"Oh," he smiled again and walked over to her, "well, I hope it isn't that complicated where I could take you out to lunch sometime, to you know figure out the schedule for when you want to meet me in my office?"

"Umm," Ziva thought for a moment, he wasn't really asking her out was he? Of course not! He was her psychologist, he couldn't do that. "Sure" she smiled to him watching another big smile grow on his face.

"Nice, alright we'll I have your number in my file. So, I'll call you after you leave." He smiled as they heard the door to the hospital room open.

Tony walked in slowly, glaring at Dr. Smith. What the fuck is he doing here? He definitely waited till I left to get her alone. Fucking creep! He set Ziva's bag down next to her bed and smiled at her, "Hey.." and looked back up to glare again at Dr. Smith.

"Alright. I'll talk to you later, Ziva." He smirked at Tony and exited the room. Tony handed a coffee cup from Starbucks to Ziva as he set his down on the table next to his chair.

Ziva took the cup from him, "Thanks….where were you?" she questioned shyly.

"I went home, took a shower. Then went to your place and grabbed you a few things," he motioned towards the bag beneath her.

"Ohh," she nodded and sipped the hot coffee.

"Were you worried I wouldn't I come back?" he asked, chuckling a bit.

"Noo…" she said softly, but knew he could tell in her eyes and by the tone of her voice that she was lying. He simply sat there and nodded. She looked at him again, "Gibbs was here. He was going back to work today. We get our desks back," she smiled.

"That's good then," he laughed looking at how excited she was to get back to work, "I bet Probie is installing some new software to our computers after Parsons fucked with them all," She laughed. "What did Dr. Doolittle want?"

"Nothing," she shrugged not wanting to tell him anything, "He just came to get the monitors off me," She could see Tony's hand clench.

Ziva rose from the bed, "I'm going to go take a quick shower, I feel and look disgusting in these clothes still," she grabbed the bag and headed towards her private bathroom in her hospital room before stopping as she heard Tony speak.

"For the record, Ziva David… you could never look disgusting," He saw a faint smile grow on her face as she walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

Ziva opened her bag to find a pair of sweats and tank in it. Underneath there was deodorant, some body spray, shampoo and conditioner. Below those, were her bra and panties. She giggled to herself as she looked at what Tony picked out for her. She expected him to have picked out lingerie for her, but he actually didn't. Giggling to herself, she pondered about what he looked at in that drawer. Some day, she smiled, some day he might just see what all of those look like on me. She stepped into the shower and turned the water on.

The day quickly passed, Tony and Ziva watched reality shows the whole time. Tony went downstairs to the hospital cafeteria and brought back him and Ziva some lunch then later on dinner. Ziva hardly ate anything considering the food tasted horrible. Tony however, ate it all and even most of hers. She laughed when he said that he'd be around forever to eat her leftovers. Soon enough, the sun quickly went down and the moonlight was shining into the room from the hospital windows. Ziva laid in her hospital bed, flipping through the channels again to find a movie, but feeling tired. Tony sat in the chair next to the bed, with his legs propped up on her hospital bed.

Ziva stopped flipping the channels when she saw that James Bond was on, Tony's favorite movie. She watched out of the corner of her eye as he was ecstatic at the fact she was going to let him watch. He sat up and put his legs down from her bed and watched the movie intently. Ziva wondered why he wasn't laying back like he usually had, when she realized that the moonlight was shining on the screen, giving it a glare. He had to sit up to see the screen properly. She looked back at the TV screen, she wasn't getting a glare from her angle. She looked down at the hospital bed and sighed deeply. Moving her body over slowly, she made enough room to the side of her and looked back at Tony who wasn't even noticing what she did.

"Tony," she stared at him and patted the spot she created next to her in bed.

"What?" his eyes didn't move from watching the TV.

"Tony!" she sternly said as she looked at her quickly because of the change in tone of her voice.

He noticed her patting the side of her and gave her a weird look, "I'm fine, Zee."

"No, you aren't. This is your favorite movie, now get over here," she shifted again to give him more room as he got up, following her orders.

Tony slowly slid into bed with her, trying to not take up all the room. His arm was squished into her now, so he reached up and put it over her pillow where her head was so, it wasn't around her. She set back into her pillow, feeling his arm up over head. For some reason, she wished he had put it around her. He grabbed the covers and pulled them up over them both, tucking Ziva in. She looked up and watched him smile at his favorite movie.

Her eyes became tired and she closed them as she heard Tony's soft laughs as he continued to watch his movie.

Just being here in this position with him, reminded her that he was in fact alive and right next to her.

Shortly later, both of them had fallen asleep.

In the middle of the night, Tony woke up and heard the TV was still on. He must have fell asleep, which was weird for him. Especially since it was his favorite movie. He tried to sit up, but felt a tight pull on him. Looking down, he found Ziva's head rested on his chest with her arm draped around his stomach, hugging him. He smiled and realized his arm was under her body, resting on her waist. He used his other hand to grab the remote and turned the TV off. Now realizing how perfect this moment was, he didn't want to go to sleep again. He wanted to lay awake, take in this precious moment and feel Ziva's skin on his. His eyes adjusted to the darkness that took over the hospital room and his hand lightly brushed Ziva's cheek. The feather light touch that caressed her skin didn't wake her from her slumber, somehow she knew it was him in her sleep and knew that she was in safe hands. His lips came down to her brunette locks, touching the top of her head and he kissed her head softly. He laid his head back and down and closed his eyes, tugging on her waist tighter and never wanting to let go. Her breaths were long and steady, he listened to them as he lay there awake, taking in the moment.

Dr. Doolittle should come in now and see that she's off limits, he chuckled to himself, feeling sleep overcome him.