NCIS: TIVA STORY!

Wounds

Ziva Pov

Tony was staring at me. I could feel his eyes trying to figure me out. Why must he always know everything? I turned my head and stared back at him. His green eyes searched looked as if they were trying to explore my soul, and I was nervous. Nervous he would figure it out. Nervous he would reject me.

"What is wrong, Zi?" Tony whispered.

"Not now. I will tell all soon." I whispered back, just loud enough for him to hear.

He looked confused, but instead of asking more, he simply nodded and stared out the window. I breathed a sigh of relief.

Tony POV

I simply nodded. I could not seem to figure her out. What was so wrong with her that she could not tell me? I felt hurt. She was safe with us, yet she couldn't let us help her.

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Ziva POV

I stepped out of the car, and immediately Gibbs was grabbing my arm and dragging me down to autopsy. I didn't fight, as I knew very well he would want me to get patched up. He pressed the floor level and switched the elevator off.

"How long Ziva? Have you told him?" Gibbs asked, looking straight into my eyes.

"How.....how did you find out?" I questioned, quite confused.

"The glow." Gibbs chuckled and switched the elevator back on.

I smiled. The elevator quickly reached autopsy. I took a deep breath and Gibbs lead me out of the elevator. The doors slid open and the smell of bleach filled my nose.

"Well hello Jethro.........Ziva? Ziva my dear, how nice it is to see you!" Ducky exclaimed.

I chuckled and hugged Ducky. I then winced in pain as he touched my stomach. Ducky quickly retracted and looked at Gibbs.

"Ducky, she was taken by the marine. She needs medical attention. Especially the abdominal area." Gibbs stated.

Ducky looked at me, then grabbed my hand. I sat on the table and let him look at my arms first. 

"Oh Ziva. What has he done to you," Ducky muttered.

Ducky began disinfecting my arms and wrapped them up. It burned, but I knew it was just helping. I was wearing shorts, so he went ahead and started on my legs. Thankfully, there were few cuts down there. I gulped as he asked me to lift my shirt so he could check my stomach. I slowly lifted the shirt.I could see Ducky's face change when he saw the deep gashes, and the bump.

Ducky's POV

I treated her stomach wounds quickly and carefully, trying to ignore the little bump. Was it even still alive?

"Ziva, you are ready to go. But please dear, be a little more careful. It is not only yourself you are putting in danger now," I pleaded her.

She nodded and walked out. I wonder who else knows.