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Tony jolted awake. He had fallen asleep on the bench next to Abby. He had been up most of the night before and hadn't had a coffee all day. Who could blame him.

Abby wasn't on the bench anymore. Tony jumped up off it, and looked swiftly from side to side, comically. He had been told by Gibbs to keep a close watch on her. They were in the hospital because of an attempt on her life after all.

He had to stay calm, and collected. The DiNozzo way.

He strolled up to the cute nurse behind the counter.

"Excuse me miss." He kicked on his charm, knowing how hard it was to get a nurse's attention in an emergency room, if you weren't visually dying.

"Yes, sir?" She whirled around to face him on her spinney chair.

"I was wondering if Ziva David could be seen now? Tony's fine." He smiled leaning over the counter slightly to see the sea of papers and forms. It was late, it had been a long day. Tony thought of the many times his desk looked like that. The petite blonde, dug through a couple. They seemed to be somewhat organized. The close to toppling piles that is.

"Yes she is, she's in room 14-D. Can I help you with anything else?" She asked with a warm smile. Something Tony admired, he knew how hard it could be to happily deal with people after a long day. Especially at night. Well now that he had the mystery, and fear, of Abby's whereabouts out of the way. He deserved an award he reasoned.

"Actually yes, could you tell me what time you may want a visitor. Possibly one that would take you out to a nice restaurant?" He asked throwing on the mega watt smile, for good measure.

"Oh I don't know," the young woman blushed, obviously not expecting this.

"Maybe a movie? I'm a bit of an expert." Tony stated rising his eyebrows.

"Maybe around 7? You pick the movie, I want to see how much of an expert you are." She rose her own brows. Tony contained a fist pump, he had been a little of his game lately so this was a score.

"I'll be needing a number. You know, emergency contact." He waited while she scribbled the numbers. Loopy with a Veronica hovering above. A little heart dotting her I, she was young. Tony knew it, and he knew Ziva probably wouldn't approve. Oh well.

He folded the paper neatly tucked it in his wallet. Gave Veronica, a wink and a smile, and headed off to 14-D. To make sure the two most important women in his life were safe and sound.

XxXxXxX

He peered in the white room. Abby was sitting on the little chair next to the bed. He could barely see their linked hands in the dark.

Tony focused on Ziva. She looked sickly. It scared him. She had only started to recover from Somali. He focused on the slow, faint rise and fall of her chest. Then up to her face, blank, almost peaceful with sleep. He wondered how much pain she's in. Just then he watched her sleeping body fidget, and cough weakly.

Abby snapped up, from where she was sitting. Leaning against the hospital green chair. Tony watched the two of them a minute longer. The way Abby strokes Ziva's cheek, ghosting her fingers over forehead. Whispering comforting nothings until she settled back into sleep again.

Tony drew a chair up outside the door. Careful not to fall asleep again, he'd hear from Gibbs if he did. More like the back of his head would hear from Gibbs's hand.

XxXxXxX

"Abby?" It came out raspy, and barely audible. Abby jumped up leaning closer to Ziva.

"Hey baby, how're you feeling?" Abby asked reflexively petting Ziva's hair. Letting her fingers trail over her cheek, and down her jaw line.

"Bad...," Ziva attempted to sit up, but quickly gave up, at Abby's hand on her shoulder, and the pain burning in her chest. "What happened?" Ziva managed to get out before erupting into a fit of coughing.

"Hey, hey, don't talk, the doctors said don't talk." Abby whispered still petting her hair.

"Wha-" she started hacking again.

"Hey I'll tell you, don't talk. Save your energy." Abby wrapped her arms around Ziva's shoulders as she coughed. She ran her hands down her back. She wasn't contagious, they had scrubbed her down, and killed every last bit of Anthrax. Now she was squeaky clean, and suffering the after affects of those deadly spores. That's why she hadn't been able to see her for so long.

"There was..., Anthrax in the box." Abby stated and waited for Ziva's response. Her face stayed blank, waiting for more.

"And a flash bomb. Your father sent it," at that Abby's hand got a squeeze. "For me," Abby added more quietly. Abby waited for a response for that. She didn't get one, she just got that blank stare waiting for more.

"Are they going to pin it to him," she managed. This time with no cough. Abby still pressed her finger Ziva's lips.

"I don't know. They caught the delivery boy, but you know better than me how well he can squeak out of these things." Abby had removed her finger and started stroking Ziva's cheek.

They sat there for a minute, content to be together. Then Ziva gave Abby's hand that was in hers a small tug.

"Come here," she commanded in a weak broken voice. Abby moved closer.

"No. Here." She pulled harder, tugging Abby practically onto the bed. Abby got the idea, and crawled onto the small hospital bed next to her broken lover.

The bed was warm with Ziva's body heat trapped under the blankets. It was soft and the sheets were crisp and clean.

Abby wrapped her arm tighter around Ziva. Pulling her closer, resting her face in Ziva's mess of brown curls. She smelled like the soap in the hazard shower, something Abby had become acquainted with in college. Faintly under that there was a scent that purely Ziva. She couldn't lose this, Abby thought. A small twirl of panic in her stomach, because she almost had today, and two other times.

She hugged Ziva closer, curling her fingers in the material of the thin hospital night gown. Ziva closed her fingers over Abby's, and let out a small. "Ssh," her voice shaky.

XxXxXxX

The hospital lights were still glowing bright, outside in the hallway. Tony leaned back in his chair, a cup of coffee in his grip.

"Excuse me sir, I have to ask what you're doing here?" A young nurse asked as she approached. Tony flashed his badge.

"NCIS?" She asked in a confused tone.

"Naval Criminal Investigative Series, the patient in that room, and the woman that's with her had an attempt on their lives earlier today. Actually yesterday, and I'm their protective detail. But don't tell her, she gets a little touchy when anyone mentions being protected." Tony said looking up from his coffee to smile at her toward the end.

"Alright, I just have to ask." She smiled back and went on her way. Tony slumped back down into his chair trying not to fall asleep.

"Where are you Probie," he grumbled.

XxXxXxX

It was a bright and sunny morning, in the fluorescently lit hospital, and Gibbs was standing with a doctor outside of Ziva's room.

"Well it was a biologically engineered strain. As are most forms of Anthrax used in biological warfare these days. So it took affect faster. But with the help of the antibiotics she's on, and a lot of rest she should get over it very well. Maybe not as quickly as we would hope, because she was still recovering from..." He trailed off looking through the papers on his clip board. "Malnutrition, and wow..," he trailed off again, looking at the extensive damage she had while in Somali.

"She should be fine, she seems like a fighter," the doctor told Gibbs reassuringly as he thought of what was in that file, and how healthy she had looked when he had seen her, other than being unconscious. Before the Anthrax had started to take affect.

"Good," Gibbs grunted nodding to the doctor. In his almost mute Gibbs way.

XxXxXxX

Abby slid one finger down the smooth slope of her lover's jawline. She was in a deep drug induced sleep. She had started coughing in the sleep, and they had put her on morphine.

"Don't wake her," Gibbs said as he strolled in sitting in the chair across from the bed.

"She's zonked out on pain meds, I pretty much can't." Abby replied looking up from Ziva's smooth skin. To Gibbs's piercing eyes. She was laying on her stomach next to Ziva.

Gibbs couldn't help but smile. The pure adoration Abby was showing when he walked in. He was happy that his girls had found something like this. Even if it was with each other.

XxXxXxX

"Do you think he'll get out of it Probie?" Tony asked as he stared at the delivery boy who was sitting on the other side of the one way glass.

"Who him? He's only an accessory." McGee replied leaning against the table in the small dark room.

"No, Ziva's father. Do you think he'll get away with it?" Tony asked a seriousness coming about him.

"What I want to say Tony? No I hope he pays dearly. What I really think as an agent, who's been doing this for a while now? Yes, he's very important to Mossad, and they have plenty of lawyers and will be able to dump this on someone else some how." McGee looked up at Tony his eyes full to the brim with emotion.

Tony looked down at his shoes.

"I was hoping it was just me." Tony said before tapping his shoe, and heading out the door.

A/N Soooo, Dun dun dunnah! A bit of drama, some fluff, and DiNozzo scored... kind of. They just show him shot down so much it's like, I thought he was a player? Well as you see reviews earn faster updates, so maybe you should tell me how I did? Yes you definitely should.