"Tony you don't die unless I give you permission, understand?" Gibbs said, although Tony barely heard him. He felt himself losing consciousness, no doubt from the bullet that was lodged in his chest, barely stopped by the Kevlar vest he wore.

"Ziva…" Tony moaned. All he could think about was how foolish he had been to have never told her how he felt.

"Tony, just be still", she said, but he gripped her hand with an intensity she had never felt before.

"I love you", he said, and then he lost consciousness.

Ziva felt herself begin to cry, and she wondered how only ten hours ago Tony had been teasing her like normal, at least until they had to deal with Mossad.

Ten hours earlier…

Tony walked into NCIS at eight-o'clock and saw Mcgee and Ziva at their desks.

"Morning Mcgeek, morning Ziva"

"Hey Tony", Mcgee said, without looking up from his computer.

"Good morning Tony", Ziva said.

"Proby, go get coffee would you?" Tony asked, and Mcgee grimaced.

"You can forget the coffee Mcgee", Gibbs said as he walked in and smacked Tony on the back of the head.

"Ziva, call your father, and ask him why the hell he's got one of his Mossad boys asking about a dead Navy Captain."

Author's Note: I know it's a short chapter, but I promise next chapter will be longer. Ziva will talk to her father, and there are more surprises in store. Please review as your reviews encourage me to keep writing.