A Dance With The Devil

Blinking his eyes, Tony slowly became aware of the white walls and the sterile smell of the hospital. He could feel the hospital gown scratch against his skin, crinkling as he eased himself up. The sharp pain in his gut stopped him, lowering him back onto the pillow.

"You should not move so much. You'll tear your stitches." Tonys head whipped around, eyes locking on Ziva sitting in a chair in the corner. She got up and walked to his bed, taking a seat on the end without a word. She smiled at him before her hand reached forward and slapped the back of his head.

"I thought I told you never to do that." he growled, rubbing his head. She gave him a hard stare, eyes betraying her as tears slowly spilled over.

"How could you be so stupid? Risking your life to come and find me?" her voice rose a few octaves, the desperation clear.

"What if I had lost you?" she whispered, furiously wiping her eyes. He sighed, reaching out and taking her shaking hand. She grasped his hand tightly, sniffling loudly.

"Zi, look at me." she raised her head to meet his eyes. "I don't care what I have to do, wether it's get shot or ride in a car with McGee for three hours. I'd do it for you."

She laughed dryly, pulling her hand back to her lap.

"You saved me once Tony. I don't think I deserve it again." she said sadly, her fingers gracing one of the scars on her arm.

"Oh, but you do Ziva. You deserve so much and you don't realize it." Tony sat back, taking in her pale skin and the dark bags under her eyes.

"You haven't been to sleep yet." it was more of a statement. He pulled her toward him, rollin onto his side to make more room. She curled up beside him, body shaking as the sobs escaped her lips. He wrapped an arm around her, rubbing her arm slowly.

"Ziva, it's ok. We're all ok... It's done." his voice soothed her, relaxing her tense muscles.

His touch was electrifying, chilling her to the core. Her eyes closed slowly, eyelids becoming too heavy. She let out a ragged breath before she allowed sleep to claim her, safe in Tonys arms as he watched over her.

On the other side of the glass, Gibbs watched with a knowing look in his blue eyes. He couldn't help the small smile twitching at his lips as he watched his two agents. He looked over his shoulder, laughing inwardly at Abby, who had her head resting in Tims shoulder.

His hand was resting on her knee, squeezing lightly. He could practically see the sparks flying between them as she kissed his cheek gently, cupping his face. Her face blushed and she sheepishly looked at the ground when she caught him looking. Shaking his head he chuckled, turning down the hallway, coffee cup in hand.

The End

It's done! I can't believe it! A major thank you to everyone who has stuck with this story from the beginning. Thanks again. Now, I am working on a sequel but it probably won't be up until later this month. School is super busy right now which is why I posted this today, so while I'm busy with prep sessions and assessments you guys won't be left waiting for the end of this! -Mary xx