Title: Not Okay

Author: Ihave207Bones, SplishySplash

Pairing: Tony/Ziva

Rating: K+

Spoiler: None

Summary: Tony is really sick and the doctors think it has to do with his exposure to the pneumonic plague. It's Ziva's turn to see what he went through.

Ziva sighed as she made her way in the squad room from the elevator. The not having a car thing wasn't working for her as much as she had hoped and taking bus after bus was just plain irritating, trying her already thin patience. She was surprised to see Tony already sitting at his desk that she had to check her watch to make sure she wasn't that late.

"You are late." He said with a tired smile, his nose was a cheery red and his voice sounded congested.

She huffed as she sat her backpack on the floor and took her winter wear off. "Thank you Colonel Obvious." She retorted softly, she knew she had it wrong because she did it on purpose. His correction never came as a hard hacking cough escaped his chest and into a tissue that had taken residence in his hand. Ziva winced, it sounded painful. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just a stupid cold." He rasped as Ziva wandered into his space, looking concerned as she placed her cold hand on his forehead he leaned into her cool touch as she gasped, he had a fever.

She shook her head and reached into his desk for some Tylenol. "You are not fine, Tony." She said softly, placing the tablets in his hand before taking his Kill Bill mug to fill it with water. At the water cooler she her him cough again and it sounded just as painful as the other one. When she came back with the water, she noticed something off. Tony was staring at the tissue that was now covered with blood, placing it on the desk she went into full doctor mode. "Come on, we are going to take you to the hospital."

With another cough and more blood he shook his head. "I'm fine. . ." He said weakly.

She shook her head again and pulled him from his chair, he stood stiffly and sluggishly. "How long have you been coughing?" She asked, placing his gloves on his hands and gently feeding his arms through his coat before finishing it with his scarf. She motioned for him to stand there so she could get her coat back on.

"Since yesterday." He said, he swayed a little on his feet and used his hand on his desk to support himself. Ziva had her coat, gloves and hat on in record time, to support him and keep him from falling.

"Have you been coughing up blood too?" She asked as she slowly walked him towards the elevator, but before he could answer. Tony swayed again as a rush of vertigo went through him almost forcing both of them to the ground. They didn't as Palmer stepped off the elevator and caught him before they would hit the floor.

"Are you alright Tony?" He asked in a panic, he was still dressed in his coat.

"We need to get him to Bethesda." Ziva said and Palmer nodded with a worried smile.

*~*

The ride to Bethesda Naval Hospital was interesting. Getting him into Palmers brand new sedan was an experience alone, leaving both him and Ziva in the backseat with his head in her lap and the heater up on full blast to subside his chills, her bare hand on his forehead to cool his fever. The roads were icy and the traffic was slow as the first snow fall of the season had fallen the night before.

He winced when Ziva's pocket vibrated against his ear and she shuffled as gently as she could to answer the phone. It was Gibbs. They had told the receptionist to tell Gibbs the moment he got in to call her, without divulging any emergency. "David." She said into the phone.

"What is going on?" He asked without any greetings.

She took a deep breath to chase any emotion from her voice as Tony coughed again. "I am on my way to Bethesda, Tony is coughing up blood."

He sighed forcefully. "I will meet you up there." He said and hung up the phone. Ziva placed her phone in her coat pocket to avoid bumping Tony who had his eyes closed.

His chest was on fire and each cough was worse than the other, not that he would ever admit to it. Just like that he had coughed up blood the night before, but only once, he was fine. The y-pestis wasn't affecting him, he just had a cold. "Tony, tell me what you are feeling." Ziva said forcefully.

"Cold and congested." Tony answered weakly.

It wasn't the truth and she knew it. "Tony." She said using her intimidating voice on him.

He coughed again. "Chest hurts. Hurts to breathe." He said in broken sentences, she watched as his breathing had started to go faster and shallower.

"Stay with me Tony, we are almost there." She said, running her hand through his hair. The hospital came in view and she shared a look with Palmer in the rearview mirror. He pulled his car through the overhang and put it in park before looking at her for instructions. "Help me get him out."

Getting him out was worse than getting him in. His body grew stiff and it was painful for him to move, Ziva sat him up and Palmer gently pulled him out of the car, wincing when he saw small droplets of blood on the back of the chair, but gasped when he saw the puddle on Ziva's leg. She took his weight and motioned for him to fetch help. "You got blood all over his new car." She said lightly, hoping to get a response from him.

"Bill me." He said with a smile and burying his face into her neck. His forehead was burning against her neck, but she didn't say anything only holding him as Palmer came running back out with a parade of people.

They grabbed him and sat him down on the gurney. "What is going on?" Asked one of the men, Tony sent Ziva a look to speak for him as an oxygen mask on his face and they started to lead him towards the emergency room.

"He is coughing up blood, fever, chills and chest pain." Ziva said, trotting alongside the bed to keep up with the surrounding people's long strides.

They reached a trauma bay. "Name?" One doctor said.

"Anthony DiNozzo, he is thirty-five years old." Ziva shouted over the commotion, Tony grabbed her arm and she leaned in so he could whisper into her ear. "He says he needs a Doctor Brad Pitt."

One doctor shook his head. "He isn't an emergency room doc." The man said. "Get her out of here. . ."

"He was the doctor who treated him a couple of years ago when he was exposed to the pneumonic plague." Ziva said impatiently. The doctors shared another look and one jumped up to press a button on the side next to the door, the room flashed red and she knew what that meant the room was in quarantine.

"Go get Dr. Pitt." The older doctor said to another doctor as he nodded to a nurse. "We need to treat this as if he is infected, get her and the driver into decontamination. . ."

She didn't hear what else was said as she was pushed out of the room and found herself standing in front of a row of showers, wrapped in a towel standing next to a practically naked Medical Examiners assistant.

A man dressed in a HAZMAT suit stood in front of them giving them instructions, but she stopped listening. Was it possible that Tony could've been exposed to this disease that nearly killed him all those years ago? She was all but shoved into the shower stall and the hot water was what she needed to warm her up. "Ziva?"

"Yeah, Jimmy?" She asked as she turned it hotter.

"What is going on?" He asked, his voice echoing through the small room.

"I do not know." Her voice echoed like his as she rested her head on the wall, letting the water run down her back.