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cSometimes he wished he could be more like Gibbs, it was almost as if the older man had a switch in his brain for each of his lives; he could toggle it on and off in an instant.
If he had learnt to differentiate then maybe he wouldn't be in this position. He could've have a happy life, taken a desk job somewhere in the agency and retired happy. He wouldn't have fallen in love with his co-worker. Tony laughed at that thought, there was no way he wasn't going to fall in love with her.
From the moment he saw her sitting at her desk nervously flipping through some files; she only a probie agent, that much was clear, but nothing else about her was. Not for the life of him, could Tony Dinozzo figure this woman out, it was only through trial, tribulation, and constant questioning (pestering would have been a better word) did he begin to unravel the mystery of Agent (L/N).
Eventually, her guard did fall, and she found herself just in love with Tony as he did her. It was almost as if fate had aligned to bring them together, but if fate had come together to to that then fate had a sick and twisted sense of humour. Or maybe it wasn't fate's doing, maybe it was karma who took her from Tony.
The gunshot had rung out quickly, Tony almost didn't hear it among the harmony of church bells that celebrated their matrimony.on instinct he had caught her and lowered her onto the ground, one hand supporting her and the other pushing pressure onto the wound as it seeped red onto her once pristine gown.
"Hey, hey. I've got you. It's gonna be okay?" Tony felt the words tumble out of his mouth, almost as if he was trying to reassure himself alongside his bride. "You're not going anywhere. I'm right here."
"Tony," She said, voice cracking as she barely spoke above a whisper.
He shushed her, adjusting her so all of her body weight was against him. Still keeping pressure on the wound, he took his free hand to gently move her face to align their eyes.
"I've got you baby. Gibbs is going to figure this out but we need to focus on you. Someone will be here soon, and then they're going to patch you up. You see? Everything will be okay?"
The noise of their guests panicking had long since died down into silence, not that Tony had noticed in the first place. McGee had called an ambulance before herding any civilians back to the cars. Ziva and Gibbs had sprinted after the shooter. It was only the two of them left in the room as they waited for help to arrive.
"It'll just be us but you need to stay awake," he gently shook her as her eyes began to flutter, "I'm sure Vance will approve us some time away. We can go anywhere and just forget the world. But you need to stay awake for that, baby."
Tony shook her again, this time she seemed a bit more alert as she reached for the hand which he had pressed against his side.
"I'm sorry," she breathed out. If the room wasn't as silent as it was, Tony wasn't sure if he would have heard her confession or not.
"What for?" He could have laughed at that, and in any other situation he would have. "You have nothing to be sorry for?"
"You know... this."
Before he could muster up a response, McGee burst through the doors once again, paramedics close on his heels. Carefully, Tony shifted her into his arms so he could place her onto the gurney the medics had brought. They barely spoke a word as they rushed her out of the room and towards the ambulance.
Tony watched as she disappeared through the doors, stood in the same spot as he was when he had watched her walk towards him, the only difference now was his tux was forever stained in her blood.
Hours could have passed and he wouldn't have noticed, it was only as McGee spoke did he snap back to his reality. "She'll be okay, Tony.'
But for the first time in a long, long time was he unsure. The only thing he knew was that if he had kept his personal life to himself then the love of his life wouldn't be bleeding out; if he kept his personal life to himself, her tomorrow would be guaranteed and not just a 'maybe.'