A/N: Hi! So... I won't say that much except that this was a try at something... different. I really love Ziva and I truly love Cote, she's the best actress ever, but this is something that has been on my mind since my summer vacation. So yeah. Please leave a review and tell me what you think of the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the persons in this story except Doctor Jenkins. He's a good man. xD

Oh and this is kinda going in the Tiva direction. Duh, what else? :D



The constant tapping of the feet on the recently cleaned hospital floor was driving Gibbs crazy. He couldn't remember seeing his agent so nervous before but he wasn't silly, after all.

"Tony, stop it." Gibbs barked and faced the younger agent with a glare.

"Sorry, Boss. I'm just worried about her..." The agent said.

Gibbs nodded. "I know. And I am too. But we cannot do anything until they know what's wrong with her."

They both loved Ziva, everyone did, just on different levels. For Gibbs she was like the grown up daughter he couldn't have. He would have done everything for his protégé and it hurt seeing her in such situations.

For McGee she was a second sister. He trusted her with his heart and even though she made fun of him sometimes, mainly because she went along with Tony, he could tell her secrets that she kept.

Abby thought of her like the sister she never had. Even through the forensic specialist didn't like her at first, she grew to like her very much. In the last year the women went out to various clubs and had girls' nights together, to just have some fun, and Abby counted on Ziva.

For Jimmy she was the friendly, foreign cousin that lived far away the first years of her life. They didn't have much to do with each other outside of work, but even so she had always had an open ear for him.

Ducky felt like he had a granddaughter, much like with Abby, for whom he could care. He would always inquire to see if something was wrong with her and he would try to make it better. Whatever it was, he would have great advice for her and if she just wanted to share a glass of wine or something a bit stronger, he was there. Of course she would always go to Gibbs first, but there were some things that were better for the elder man's ears and not the agent's. Both Ducky and Gibbs accepted her decisions to whom she would go with her problems.

Then there was Tony. He considered her his partner, of course. She had his back and had saved him on different occasions, which he was indebted to her for. And she was his best friend, someone he could make fun of other people with. He could sit on a bench in a park for hours and just watch people and invent stories about those people, about their marriages and their jobs. But in the last years, since her time in Somalia, there was something else too. She was more than just his partner and best friend. He was deeply and irrevocably in love with her. After their time in Berlin he had the feeling that she felt the same and when they had their car crash, they watched over each other for a long time.

And now, after an attack by their current murder victim she was in the hospital. It wasn't like she was in critical condition, like she would be dying soon.

But... The guy, Maxwell, had sprayed something in her eyes. And before he could tell them what it was exactly and how the doctors could treat this kind of injury, Tony had put a bullet through his skull because Maxwell had pulled a gun out if his pocket, the vulnerable Ziva laying before him on the floor, clutching her eyes and screaming loudly, something they had never heard her doing before, not even in Somalia.

"Tony!" Gibbs barked and shook his agent's shoulder.

"What?" The startled agent mumbled.

"You heard what I said?"

"No, Boss..." Tony answered with an apologetic look.

"She's in room 148. We can see her and the doctor now." He smiled a bit and helped his agent up.

"Is she going to be okay?" Tony asked worriedly and didn't even try to hide his eagerness to know about her state.

"We'll see. Now come on!"

Both men made their way through the waiting area and into the corridor where her room was. When they arrived at room 148, Gibbs knocked and they heard a quiet, "Come in."

They could hear that the voice belonged to their colleague and friend and both men were surprised. They had expected worse, much worse.

When they entered the room, Ziva lay in a hospital bed with her eyes wide open and starring at the ceiling.

"I'm Doctor Jenkins." A young man in his early thirties said with a sympathetic smile.

"Special Agent Gibbs." The men shook hands while Tony just gave the doctor a small nod and walked closer to the bed.

"Gibbs!" Ziva said in a small voice.

"I'm here." He answered, sat down on one side of the bed and took her hand. "Tony is too."

She moved her head from right to left like she was trying to figure out where her best friend was.

"I'm here, Ziva." Tony said and repeated Gibbs' actions.

Before one of them could add something, Ziva had started crying and was furiously blinking her eyes. "Please, make it go away..." She murmured and squeezed their hands.

"What's wrong with her?" "Can't you do anything?" Both Gibbs and Tony asked the doctor at the same time.

"Agent Gibbs and... Tony," he said, "I'm sorry to have to say this, but your friend... She's blind." He said in a compassionate voice.

"What?" Gibbs asked and his eyes widened. "This son of a..." He didn't finish. Instead he leaned down, kissed Ziva on her forehead and whispered, "It's going to be okay, Ziver. I promise." And then he released her hand and nodded at Tony.

"Gibbs? Gibbs! Please, don't go." She quietly begged. They had never seen her like this before.

"I'll be back." He said and stroked over her brown hair in a loving, fatherly manner. "Promise."

She nodded and turned her head towards Tony, where she assumed he was. "Can you stay?"

"I'm not going anywhere." He said and kissed her cheek softly.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Meanwhile Gibbs had motioned for the doctor to leave the room too. They stood outside room number 148 and the agent asked, "Will she be blind forever? Or is there a small chance for her to recover?"

The doctor looked hesitant. "I'm not sure. There were chemicals in the spray. We know that those chemicals are very aggressive but the good news is that they were added in a really small dose. There's a minimal chance but seeing how strong her body is and that she didn't faint is a really good sign. We're doing everything we can and I even asked some colleagues from various hospitals and universities around in the world for some advice. We'll monitor how her condition changes. There is hope." When his pager made a disturbing sound, he took it out of the large pocket on his white coat.

"I'm sorry, Agent Gibbs, I have to go." He excused himself, touched Gibbs' arm briefly and went down the hall. Gibbs sighed and went back into the room to comfort his 'daughter'.


Day and night came and went. With every passing day and even every passing hour Ziva became more scared. She couldn't do anything.

"Tony, I don't want to be in this state forever." Ziva suddenly whispered in the middle of the night. Tony had stayed from the first moment she was brought into the hospital.

"You won't." He said sternly and with confidence. Her condition had changed the day before; she could now notice when the lights were on and when they weren't. The doctors were more confident now that 24 hours had passed and her vision hadn't worsened, Gibbs, Tony, and the others believed Doctor Jenkins when he told them that she was getting better and there was 'hope'.

"Tony, I'm scared..." She whispered again and broke Tony's heart with such simple words.

"I know, Zi. And honestly? I'm scared too. But you have to know, that no matter what I'll be there. And not just for now, I want to be there forever." He said and leaned forward to kiss her cheek.

"Thank you, Tony."

"Sleep, Ziva. I'll be here when you wake up." He gently closed the gap between them and touched her lips with his for barely a second.

"I love you."

I may be continuing this. But that depends on your reviews :)