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My Death, It Is Yours

MDIIY: Chapter One
MDIIY: Chapter Two
MDIIY: Chapter Three
MDIIY: Chapter Four
MDIIY: Chapter Five
MDIIY: Chapter Six
MDIIY: Chapter Seven
MDIIY: Chapter Eight

The team was gathered outside of the hospital room, Tony inside with just the doctor. Ziva was leaning back on the wall, legs crossed at the ankles and arms folded over her chest. She was still in the NCIS t-shirt but had added a pair of jeans. Her eyes were pegged to the crack between door and floor, not hearing or seeing much outside of her internal thoughts. She could picture Tony burned up and looking like Death was coming to claim, all because of her poor relationship choices. Now she was really debating going after Tzabar on her own and taking the bastard out for good. No jail cell for him, only her cold fists and sharp blades. It would be slow, if she had the time.

Please let Anthony be all right, she thought to herself.

"Ziva, we're heading out to bring in your friend. Stay here an update us on his progress," Gibbs said. His eyes were so bright it seemed a fire could pour out of them at any moment.

She nodded and watched him leave with Timmy in tow. Ziva sighed, pushing off of the wall and stumbling down the hall to the waiting room where she could take up a seat. It was going to be a long night. She could only hope that Tony would live through this.

About an hour later the doctor came out, looking around for her. Ziva jumped to her feet and walked over to him. "Ah, Miss David, correct?" he asked her, clipboard tucked against his chest in some faux-protective manner.

"Yes, will Tony be all right?" she asked, fear evident in her dark eyes and shaky tone.

The doctor nodded. "He'll be just fine, ma'am. A few bumps and bruises. What took so long was the scan in case he hit his head and damaged something. Everything looks good though. He's awake now, so if you'd like to go see him, you may." He smiled to her, refrained as if out of some onspoken instinct, from touching her and turned away to tend to others.

Ziva rushed towards the room, composing herself quickly outside before walking in. She pushed the door open and glanced in, seeing Anthony staring out of the window, fidgeting with a brace on his left wrist. "Tony, how are you feeling?" she asked making her way over to the edge of his bed. She bypassed the chair and sat right next to him.

Tony looked over and grinned. "Fine and dandy, wanna sign my release forms?" he asked grinning that cocky grin up at her. Yeah, Tony was the same old Tony.

"Not a chance. You go when the doctors deem you ready to go, Anthony Dinozzo," she said returning his boyish grin.

"Then how about we just get down and dirty here? I was hoping to get some of Ziva tonight but the bomb sort of slowed that up. You know, I watched this one movie where they did it in the hospital-" Ziva's glare cut off his words. "What about you?"

Ziva looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "What about me?" she asked reaching out to brush some stubborn strands of hair out of Tony's eyes.

"Are you all right?" shot back looking her up and down as if expecting to find some harm. His tone was sharp and almost…angry. "It was your psycho boyfriend, just making sure he didn't come after you, too. It would be hard to kill in a cast but if anyone could it would be me." Tony looked up at her eyes again, his smile not quite as big as normal. Some layer of truth coming out of him, perhaps?

Ziva had seen his sincere caring side a few times, but that was normally work related, not with anything involving sex. Not since his undercover gone love-disaster. "I am fine. Thank you for your concern, but I think we need to make sure you're doing all right." She ran her fingers down the side of his face, remember the soft feel of him all over her. If she was less civilized she may have jumped on the idea of sex in the hospital. Her fear of getting caught was too great for her comfort. More awkward than adrenaline rush in Ziva's mind.

Tony watched her for a few moments, then pulled her down to lie next to him. He tucked the warm that wasn't in a brace under her and held her to his chest. "Well, if we're not going to have sex, how about we talk?" he asked kissing the top of her head.

"About what, exactly?" she asked feeling her heart skip a beat and her stomach tie in knots. This was what she wasn't good at.

"What you're going through. Or about us. Both?" He could feel her tensing in his arms and hoped she wouldn't just close up on him. They'd been on the same team for a while now, he'd saved her life even, and couldn't imagine living without her. Now he just wished she'd put her trust in his feelings for her and open herself up to him.

Ziva's breathing pattern changed and Tony figured she was thinking. Ziva could feel Tony holding his breath awaiting her answer. She didn't want to talk about her weaknesses and he'd just listed them both. Of course, after what had gone down between the two of them, she knew she needed to talk to him. "Alright," she said slowly, grounding up her words before spitting them out. "I am being stalked by my crazy ex-boyfriend, Tzabar. He'd gone after men I've met and or talked to repeatedly."

Tony balked. "How long has this been going on? I mean the stalking part?" he asked absently playing with her hair in one hand. He noted she'd left it down to come see him in the hospital.

"A few months. I did not think he had it in him to commit murder," she said softly. Her own fingers were dancing across his torso in nearly the same rhythm as his fingers in her hair.

"You didn't say anything to anyone?" he asked incredulously. That set his teeth to grinding.

"No, Tony, I did not bring you in on my personal life." She turned her head up to glare at him.

His face held a very serious tone to it, lines creased on his forehead with thought. "I wish you would share that part of you with me," he said, eyes narrowing.

Ziva looked away. This was quickly becoming the hardest conversation she'd ever had. Conversation about relationships with Tony was always hard. They'd joked it all away most of the time but there was a mutual understanding in their eyes that the physical and emotional attraction went both ways between them. "Now, yes. Before, no Tony I did not want you in on my sex life. But since you have become my sex life-"

"I'm not here asking you for sex, Ziva." He reached down with his braced hand and turned her eyes up to him. "I'm here asking for all of you, Ziva David. Everything you're willing to offer, I'm more than willing to take." Tony leaned his head down and captured her lips. Even through the awkward angle it was a hot kiss. It held passion, longing, sensuality and the sweetness of untold secrets. "Give me your heart Ziva."