Hey! So here's the last chapter. Be sure to read the A/N at the bottom for info on a continuing story. This one's a long one… maybe a little ramble-y (that's what happens when I've gone so many nights with 4 hours of sleep a night… haha), but I hope you like it. Please review!!

Thanks to all of you who have reviewed the past chapters! Your ideas and opinions are very encouraging!

Disclaimer: NCIS is not mine

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Twenty minutes and about 12 different traffic violations later, DiNozzo pulled up to the closest hospital, Lincoln Memorial, with a sleeping Ziva still quiet in the backseat.

After parking the car in the closest spot he could find in the emergency parking lot, Tony undid his seatbelt and got out of the car, walking around to open the back door.

"Sweetcheeks, we're here. At the hospital. Time to wake up," he said while softly stroking her cheek, afraid if he touched her elsewhere it might cause her more pain.

Ziva simply twisted her body in reply and let out a small whimper, the effects of sleep masking her usual Superwoman bravado.

Instead of prodding her even more to awake her, Tony decided it would be faster and less painful to carry her into the ER. She would wake up in due time, anyway. Emergency rooms are not quiet places.

He gently placed one arm behind her shoulders, leaning her head against his good shoulder as he winced and put his left arm under her knees, lifting her swiftly into the air and kicking the door shut. "I have to remember to apologize to her later… my baby doesn't like to be kicked." He thought to himself.

As Tony walked the short distance to the mouth of the ambulance bay, Ziva began to awake, her face first showing disorientation, then pain, then suddenly nothing at all. Tony noticed them all. "Ah, those Mossad instincts must have kicked in" he thought as he saw her final wall go up.

"Tony, what are you doing?" Ziva questioned as the pair crossed the threshold into the hospital.

"Well Zee-vah, you were asleep and I didn't want to wake you up. Plus it's faster this way. Look, we're already in the ER."

With that, he gestured to a nearby nurse for a wheelchair and sat Ziva down once it arrived. They explained her injuries to the nurse, who promptly whisked Ziva away to have a CT scan done while Tony was left with the paperwork.

Name. Easy. Ziva Belen Mariana David. Age: 29. Birthday: 11/12/1977. Address, Phone Number, Insurance… check, check, check. Medical history? Shit. I don't know. I'm sure she's had plenty of hospital visits… she has never mentioned any of her past missions though. Allergies? Don't know. I should know that one. Family history of disease? Right. I don't even know her family history. Much less their bodily functionings. Wow, there's a lot about Ziva I don't know. And I bet she knows all this about me. Super ninja spy powers. I've known her for 2 years now. I should know this stuff….

Tony continued to fill out the forms to the best of his ability, slightly upset with himself for not being able to contribute more to the encyclopedia of information the hospital seemed to require.

As he was finishing up checking off the last few boxes of an employer insurance form, the nurse who had helped them earlier popped her head out of the door that led to the waiting room.

"Mr. DiNozzo?" she asked tentatively. When Tony looked up she gave him a half smile and informed him the Ziva was out of x-ray if he wanted to wait with her. "Room 5, on your left."

Tony gave her his thanks and made his way down the hall. He paused before the open door of what he assumed to be room five and took a deep breath, preparing the most realistic fake "DiNozzo" smile he could muster.

"Hey there, Sweetcheeks. How ya doing?" He grinned as he walked in, finding his partner in a hospital gown, lying somewhat awkwardly on a gurney, staring at the wall in front of her. Her legs were uncovered and for the first time since the initial accident, Tony saw her leg and once again had to fight back bile rising in his throat. It was now twice its normal size and the color of an eggplant, mismatched bones poking at the skin surrounding them.

"Just handy, Tony," she snapped back, not caring that she had just butchered yet another stupid American idiom.

Tony was briefly taken aback by her response, but quickly covered it up with yet another charming smile. However, he was not quick enough for Ziva's hawk-like observation skills. She noticed the brief flash of hurt cross his features and realized she was probably too harsh.

"Sorry, Tony. That was a bit harsh. I am just a little granky. They refuse to give me pain meds until they set my leg, which they cannot do until the radiologist reads my x-rays," Ziva supplied remorsefully.

"Don't apologize, Sweetcheeks. Sign of weakness. And I get it, you're in pain. By the way, you're either cranky or grumpy. Not granky," he smiled slightly, trying to lighten the mood.

"And you will be dead in 30 seconds if you do not leave my English alone," she snapped, only this time good-naturedly.

"Yes, ma'am," Tony saluted, just as the doctor came through the doorway.

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"Ms. David?" the young man questioned looking from his chart to Ziva, and back to the chart again.

"Dah-veed. And yes?" Ziva responded quickly, not too peeved at the mispronunciation. Happened all the time here.

"I am Dr. Stevens. I've read your x-rays and I have some good news and some bad news. Good news. You won't be needing surgery on your leg and your wrist is only sprained. Bad news, you seem to have fractured 2 of your ribs in addition to your tibia and fibula. We're gonna put your leg in a plaster cast in just a little while that you'll have to wear for the next 8 weeks.

We'll wrap your ribs and wrist in ace bandages. You will have to keep your ribs wrapped for two weeks and your wrist for one. You will be on bed rest for the next week, so I hope you have someone who can help you around the house. After that, you will be on crutches for the next month until your next check-up, when we will check your progress to see about putting weight on your leg. Any questions?" he rattled off, obviously pressed for time.

"Just one. My stubborn partner here was shot earlier and has not sought any medical attention. Can you send someone in to check on him?" Ziva requested as she shot Tony a pointed look. Tony simply glared back.

"Of course, Ms. David. I'll have a nurse come in with paperwork for him as well as a suture kit. The orthopedist will be in shortly to wrap your injuries."

With that the young doctor left to attend the countless other patients that had stacked up in the ER.

Tony stuck his tongue out at Ziva. "That was totally unnecessary, Zee-vah. I can take care of myself."

"Tony, if that were true, why is your arm not bandaged and cleaned by now? It could get infected. Stop complaining, you are giving me a headache," Ziva retorted, not wanting to put up with her immature partner at the moment.

The two sat in silence, Ziva resting uncomfortably on the gurney, closing her eyes in an effort to block out the throbbing pain radiating from her right leg, and Tony perched in a hard, plastic seat by her bedside, hands in his lap.

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A different nurse came in to deliver more paperwork and stitch Tony's arm up.

Ziva tried not to stare as Tony removed his shirt so Nurse Adams could better access the cut on his shoulder. He has definitely been working out… Ziva! Stop it. Inappropriate.

As the nurse disinfected the wound and administered the local into the open cut, Tony barely flinched, trying his hardest to fight back the pain, knowing Ziva was twice as uncomfortable as he was.

After she finished stitching together his broken skin and bandaging the wound, Nurse Adams gathered her supplies to leave. "Mr. DiNozzo, I'll leave you the finish up your paperwork, just drop it by the nurses' station when you're finished," the older brunette requested, scurrying out the room.

Tony replaced his shirt and began filling out the paperwork in silence, as Ziva simply watched him.

"Do I have paperwork, as well, Tony?" Ziva pondered after a few moments.

"Nope. Took care of it. Mostly. There's a lot of stuff I don't know about you, Ms. David. But the nurse said it wasn't important. I knew the important stuff." Tony looked up from his forms with a smile.

"Thank you, Tony. That was nice of you. What did you not know?" Ziva implored, knowing full well that she had many secrets of which Tony knew nothing about. In all honesty, she was just bored and wanted to keep up conversation.

"You know, allergies, medical history, family stuff…" Tony drifted off towards the end. "You know, you never did finish telling me about—"

His inquiry was cut off by the entry of the orthopedic surgeon, a tall redheaded female in her late 30s. "Just Gibbs' type," Tony smirked to himself.

"Ms. David?"

Ziva just sighed, "Dah-veed."

"Right. Ms. Dah-veed, I'm here to set your leg in a cast and wrap your ribs and wrist. I'm Dr. Martin. I'm going to do your leg first. This will be painful, I have to realign the bones. Perhaps your friend can hold your hand."

Ziva simply looked tiredly at Tony, not really caring if he held her hand or not. She had been through much worse alone.

Tony smiled at her slightly and rose from his seat. He moved so he was standing directly above her head and took both of her hands in his. "Scared, ninja?" he tried to distract her.

"In your sleep, DiNozzo."

"Dreams, David. In your dreams," he corrected playfully as he saw the doctor change the positioning of her hands. Knowing the painful part was about to come, Tony kicked it into high gear with the distracting. He started rambling about the plot of the latest James Bond movie and how Ziva had to come over sometime to watch it. It could be a movie night, he offered.

Ziva smiled tightly and nodded at his proposal as they both heard a sickening pop and Ziva's grip tightened considerably and she fought both the urge to vomit and cry out in pain.

"It's ok, Sweetcheeks. That's it. She's done," Tony whispered encouragingly in Ziva's ear as he removed one of his hands from her death grip to stroke her hair as his mother had done for him when he broke his arm when he was four.

Ziva fought to regain her composure as Dr. Martin began to plaster her leg. She was still breathing heavily with her eyes closed as Tony planted a soft, impromptu kiss on her forehead.

"That's for being a brave ninja," he playfully smirked. Ziva tried to muster up a smile in response.

Dr. Martin quickly finished up her leg and requested that Tony leave the room while she wrapped Ziva's ribs, seeing as Ziva would have to take off her shirt.

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Tony took the opportunity to call Gibbs, realizing the boss had been left out of the loop for the better part of the last 3 hours.

"Gibbs," he answered sharply.

"Hey Boss. I'm just calling you to give you an update on Ziva. Broken tibia and fibula, cracked ribs, sprained wrist. She's on bed rest for the next week. Can't stay by herself. I can stay at her apartment. It's close to mine, so it won't be a problem. I mean, if that's ok with you…." Tony stuttered, trying not to sound too eager.

"Yeah DiNozzo, that's a good partner. But you had better remember Rule 12. Otherwise I'll head slap you both so hard your brains end up in Sri Lanka. Did you get your injury checked out?" Gibbs questioned bluntly.

Tony just gaped. "How did he know about that? He's Gibbs. Don't question it." "Yeah, Boss. I'm fine. Just a few stitches. Um, did you want the directions to Austin's body?"

"Don't worry about it DiNozzo. Already found it. Take care of yourselves. Call to check in tomorrow." With that, he hung up sharply… typical.

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Tony wandered back into Ziva's room as he saw Dr. Martin exit. Ziva looked more comfortable, eyes closed, sitting up slightly with a blanket covering the majority of her body. Tony figured they finally gave her painkillers… "she certainly deserves them," he thought.

As she opened her eyes, Tony flashed her the first real smile he had procured all day. "Guess what, Sweetcheeks? We're roomies."

End.

Thanks for reading! I'm pretty sure I'm gonna write a sequel… already got a few ideas. Please give me your input on this story and what you'd like in the next one. Everything's still very tentative, so I'm definitely open to ideas!