Theme: Five Wrongs (Wrong #4)
His gun clattered to the floor. One shot... He raced back to her, saw her holding her side. He saw the red and blanched slightly. He could hear McGee calling for an ambulance.
"It's not like I haven't been shot before," Ziva said calmly.
"I should have listened. You said it was him, and I didn't listen."
"I was starting to have my doubts on how right I was." She waited as he pressed his now discarded jacket onto the wound to try and stop the bleeding. "Will you go with me to the hospital?"
Ziva nodded weakly. "Good."