NCIS: TIVA STORY!

Starting over

Tony POV

It had been hours since Ziva stopped the elevator, and we were about to pry the doors open. They were pried apart and Ziva was laying in the far right corner in a pool of blood. That was when I saw the blade of her army issued knife.

"Oh Ziva, what did you do!" I yelled and drug her out of the elevator.

Gibbs was out there, along with Abby, Gibbs, Ducky, McGee, Palmer, and Vance were standing a few feet away from the door. McGee ran after the sick looking Abby, and the rest helped me get her to a car. We sped away toward the nearest hospital, wondering why she would do this.

"She looks healthy, just unconscious from the blood loss. She should be fine." Ducky concluded.

I let out a deep breath I didn't know I was holding in. There was still hope for our Ziva.

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Ziva POV

It was bright, bright white. I looked around, but I saw nothing. That's when my family appeared. The started whispering something. It grew loud, louder by the second until they were screaming at my to wake up, to have hope for my future. I was crying, and I nodded. All I could think about was waking up. That was when I heard the beeping of the heart monitor, and I knew I was back. I sat up, looking at my wrist. It was deep, and I honestly didn't think I had cut THAT deep. But oh well. I panicked when I saw the team. I just put my head in my hands. The doctors had to have told them. I knew it would happen eventually, but not like this. Definitely not like this. They just looked at me with sad, disappointed eyes. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. I wouldn't. Not if it would give me at least SOME of my ninja traits back. And that was when the doctor came in. He could have been an identical twin to my captor. I freaked out, pulling out the iv and the pulse reader(not sure what it is called!!!!). I ran head first at the door, wanting to get as far away from him as possible. I know it is not him, but he looks like family, and I cannot take ANY chances. I ran out of the hospital. I knew where I was going. They don't. I can finally start over. Well, hopefully.