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Sorry it's been so long since I've written any NCIS fics, hopefully this will make up for the wait!

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Ziva is driving the van back to NCIS headquarters from a crime scene, Tony is riding beside her, while Mcgee is in the back, being knocked around mercilessly by Ziva's reckless driving style.

"Damn it Ziva! Slow down before you get us all-" Tony's complaint is abruptly cut short when he sees a large semi trailer thundering towards them through an intersection.

Before anyone has a chance to react the semi ploughs into the van, forcing it directly into a busy intersection, hitting an unknown number of cars in their path.

Screeching of tires, blaring of horns, the sound of metal being crumpled, the van rolling, and probably worst of all, the sound of each others screams are the last thing they are aware of in the terrifying seconds before the wreckage comes to a halt, and they lose consciousness.

Several cars behind the van, now waiting at the red light Ziva had gone through just seconds before, Ducky and Palmer can only watch in horror as the crash unfolds before their eyes.

It happens so fast.

The van is t-boned by a semi trailer, crumpled severely by the impact, before being pushed into at least five other cars, then flipping into the air for a moment before rolling to it's final resting point.

"Oh my god!" Palmer utters, clearly shocked as he stares at the carnage.

Ducky wastes no time in climbing out of the morgue van as he shouts to Palmer, who is still in his seat. "Call 911, Jimmy. Come on!"

Without further pause, Ducky runs as fast as he can towards the crumpled wreckage, pushing his way through the rapidly growing crowd.

Apart from the van and the semi trailer, there are eight damaged cars strewn across the intersection, but Ducky ignores them as he hurries over to the van, which is upside down, crumpled almost beyond recognition, the windows all shattered, and smoke pouring from the wrecked engine.

Dr Mallard first sees Tony in amongst the twisted wreck, there is a laceration on his forehead, and the small area of his face and chest that are visible is soaked in blood. "Anthony?! Are you with me?" He says as he checks Tony over as best he can.

After a moment, Tony opens his eyes weakly, and looks over at Ducky, dazed. "Wht 'appened?"

Ducky sighs with relief, before saying. "You've been in a car accident. Just relax and stay still. The rescue crews will be here soon, and they'll get you out of there as quickly as they can."

"Zva? McGee? Are they okay?" Tony questions Ducky as he weakly tries to look around.

Trying to keep Tony calm and still, Ducky tells him. "I'll check on them now, just stay still."

Tony nods slightly, and Dr Mallard moves towards the back of the van.

As he reaches the damaged rear doors, Palmer appears at his side, and asks. "What should I do, Doctor?"

Ducky pauses for a second, looking for a way into the back, but finding no option, he decides. "Stay with Tony." After seeing Palmer's uncertain expression, he adds. "I think he has a spinal injury ...Given the position he is in, I expect that he has sustained severe crush injuries, but he doesn't appear to feel anything."

"What- what do you want me to do?" Jimmy stammers.

Ducky pauses, he becomes aware of increasingly pained cries from the wreckage; Ziva's he assumes. "Keep him still, make sure he doesn't panic." Ducky orders his assistant quickly before running in the direction of the cries.

As Ducky is trying to get to the front of the van, he hears the approaching sirens, becoming louder by the second. They will be there soon, but from the look of that smoke, maybe not soon enough.

Ducky has to climb across the hood of another car to reach the front of the van, but once he's done that he immediately sees Ziva. She's conscious, and clearly using her remaining strength rapidly, fighting for every breath, and clearly in a world of pain. She is pinned against the seat by the steering column, and with every gasped breath her chest seems to move in the opposite direction than it should, her legs aren't even visible amongst the remnants of the front end.

Ducky takes her hand in his, and soothingly says. "Ziva, my dear, you've gotten yourself into quite a mess, haven't you? But we're going to help you. Just relax, you'll be at the hospital before you know it." As he says this, Ducky just hopes he isn't going to be made into a liar.

Ziva smiles weakly at him despite her pain, and tightens her already weakening hold on his hand; her eyes silently pleading for him not to leave her.

They stay in silence for a moment before Ducky hears Jimmy call out. "Doctor Mallard."

A moment earlier, Jimmy is standing near Tony, comforting him as best he can when he notices something in the corner of his eye, not unusual considering the circumstances, but something tells him he has to check it out, so after saying to Tony "I'll be right back." He jogs the ten or so metres over to what he saw, and is horrified to see McGee lying in the street, unconscious, and bleeding from countless lacerations, some with glass still embedded.

"Oh my god." Jimmy exclaims as he kneels down beside Tim, and checks his breathing, alright; he's unconscious, but breathing.

Jimmy struggles to remain calm as he thinks what he's meant to do next ...recovery position. He rolls Tim onto his side, into the recovery position, and checks that he's still breathing before he calls out. "Doctor Mallard."

"What is it?" Ducky's response is called out a moment later.

"I need your help over here."

There is another pause before Ducky replies. "I can't leave Ziva. What's going on?"

"...I found McGee; he's unconscious. It looks like he went through the windscreen." Palmer says, the sheer devastation around him clearly affecting him.

There is yet another pause before Ducky calls out. "The paramedics will be here soon. Just stay with him."

"The paramedics will be here soon. Just stay with him." Ducky feels bad for leaving Jimmy to handle it, but he has to stay with Ziva, who is drifting in and out of consciousness, but is still maintaining a desperate hold on his hand.

"What... is 'appening?" Ziva questions weakly, struggling to breathe, let alone speak.

Before Ducky can respond a paramedic runs over to him; he hadn't even noticed them pulling up.

The paramedic, a young woman firmly orders him. "Step back mister, we can take it from here."

Ducky hesitates, and tells the woman. "She's a colleague of mine, her name is Ziva. Please look after her."

The paramedic nods in agreement, and tells him. "I'll do everything I can."

Ducky tries to move back, but he feels Ziva tighten her hold on his hand. He looks down, and sees Ziva gripping onto him, her eyes begging him not to leave.

"It's alright Ziva, I'll see you as soon as they get you out." He soothes gently.

"Mister, you really need to step back." The paramedic insists. She can see that there is smoke pouring out of the engine of the van, and knows that it could explode at any moment.

"Please Ducky, don't leave me." Ziva begs.

"I'll stay close." Ducky says guiltily before he pries her weakened hand away from his. He then walks over to a nearby building, where Jimmy has already sat down on the cold concrete; what else are they supposed to do, where else are they supposed to go?

TBC...

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