An idea that popped into my mind after watching the season 11 premiere (which was, I know, several months ago)

Ok so, I am reposting this story since it seems that the previous version was not uploaded correctly. I hope it worked this time!

"Where are you? Airport?"

"Almost. Still ok that I come?"

"Very. Safe flight. xo"

Tony smiled. She's ok with this. She wants this. She even sent me a smiley face. Come on, Ziva sent a smiley face? She's thrilled. And I am too.

He was lost in his thoughts so much he didn't notice the small red dot on his chest. Then everything happened so fast. He heard a single shot and felt pain into his chest.

God no, not now, not now that I am so close...to her... his mind begged.

He fell off his feet, blood pouring out of his chest. He heard more shots and saw the lamp shatter in front of him. He needed to find shelter. He crawled behind the stereo surround system, trying to apply pressure on the wound on his chest. He felt lightheaded and knew he might lose consciousness any second.

Ziva. He thought. I need to call Ziva, to warn her.

He still had his phone in his hand, so he simply pressed speed dial. The shots had rung out. One ring, two rings.

Can't hold on for much longer, please answer Ziva.

"Tony, you miss me yet?" she asked playfully.

As soon as she finished her sentence she noticed the laboured breathing of her partner. He tried to speak but he couldn't, he just couldn't.

"Tony?" she asked worriedly as she saw he didn't answer.

"Zi..." he managed to gasp. The pain was too intense for each intake of breath. Nevertheless he tried to breathe evenly and spoke:

"Ziva a-are you s-safe?"

He could feel Ziva frown on the other side of the line.

"Yes, I'm just at my father's country house. Tony what's going on? Are you ok?" Her concern was almost visible, other than audible.

"Hide" he whispered barely audibly.

"Tony where are you? Are you alright?" She said. She was a little pissed he didn't answer her questions.

"I w-was sh-shot at m-my apartment." he blurted out.

He heard Ziva gasp on the other side of the line. He could picture her raising her hand to her mouth, trying to hold back her tears. After only a few seconds of silence he heard her speak again, maybe for the last time, between sobs.

"I'll call McGee, he'll send you help Tony. Tony you need to be strong for me, fight for me, ok?"

She just heard a grunt on the other side of the line.

Don't do this to me, Tony.

She ended the call and called McGee instead, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Ziva? Hi." he heard him at the other end.

He heard her cry out loud, and it had him concerned.

"Ziva? Are you hurt?" he asked hazardously.

"No... Tony was shot, you need to call an ambulance for him right away... I think... I think he's dying, Tim."

But the call had already been disconnected by her former colleague and friend.

She needed to find a way back to him before it was too late, but most of all, she needed to find a way to hide.