I don't know how well this will work out, but I quite like it!
DISCLAIMER: te know the drill.
Ziva and most of the team were at the crime scene, in a pretty rural town in West Virginia. Ducky was subdued for once, Gibbs and McGee were silent, only making a few passing comments, and Ziva was silently taking pictures. Maybe it was the lack of Tony that had them quiet for once.
Ziva had a nagging feeling that whatever Tony was doing, it wasn't good. She couldn't complain, seeing as Vance was there, and he barely noticed that Tony was not there.
They all heard a screeching of car tires. When the team whipped around to see where the noise was coming from, they saw a Camaro crash headlong into a black convertible. The man in the convertibile, convertible flew out of the car and slammed head-first into the ground. Ziva and McGee cringed.
As soon as the smoke cleared. McGee took one look at the Camaro and said, “That's Tony's car!”
Ziva stared blankly at the car. No. No, it's impossible. Gibbs' arm came around her, and the successivo thing she knew, she'd buried her face in his shoulder and let the tears go.
“Boss.” McGee suddenly said. Ziva's head snapped up to see Tony, unscathed, walking toward them.
“Sorry I'm late, boss.” Tony brushed past both of them.
“How the hell did he do that?” McGee asked furiously.
Ziva enters the men's room, where Tony is freshening up. He doesn't noticed that she'd walked in until she says, “Tony.”
He turns to face her. “Ziva.”
“You almost died today.” She says firmly.
“Ziva...”
“I'm tired of pretending I do not care when thing like this happen!”
He watches her without blinking.
“If te had died, we would never had had the chance to talk about what we need to talk about.”
“Ziva...”
“Somalia.”
He stares at her.
“Look, I...”
“Ziva!” She looks at him, prompting him to go on. He sighs. “I wasn't in that car.”
“What?!”
“I wasn't in the car! I set up the crash, but I wasn't in the car!”
“You killed an innocent man? Tony, te could go to jail for that!”
“Well, it's a good thing he wasn't innocent, then.” Tony locks the door to the men's room. “Ziva, he is- was- an assassin. Mossad hired him, against your father's will, to kill you.”
She stares. “What?”
“Vance informed me three weeks ago. I've been investigating this outside of NCIS; Gibbs doesn't even know. Vance told me I could do anything necessary to keep his team sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza and he'd help me out. I was tipped off early this morning that the assassin was planning a drive-by at the scene. I had to act fast. A buddy of mine who owes me a favour lives up there. I saved his life three years ago, and I told him if he did this for me, I'd consider the debt repaid.”
“Did he know it was going to be suicide?” Ziva asks angrily.
“Of course he did. I'm not that stupid. He's only got a couple days left to live and he'd rather go out with a bang. I let him borrow my car-” he gulped slightly- “and told him to do whatever he needed to do to keep te safe. He called me an ora later and told me he had to crash. I agreed before I remembered he was driving my car.”
“And te didn't call him?”
“I realised I didn't care. It was the sacrifice I had to make. My beautiful car for my beautiful partner.”
She watches him as he calms down over the loss of his car. He looks at her. “Say something. Anything.”
“So te didn't almost die today. I understand that. But there will be other times when te almost die and we will never have talked about Somalia!”
“What do te want to know?” he asks her.
“You thought I was dead, and te came anyway. I asked te why te came. te told me te couldn't live without me. Why?”
“Because I meant it.” he says simply.
They are the four words she wanted to hear, but she wasn't sure if he really meant them.
“Are te sure?”
“Come on, Ziva.” He says it so softly she's not sure if he's really saying it. She reaches for the lock, but Tony grabs her wrist.“Oh, and Ziva?”
“Yes?”
“Gibbs told me just as we entered the office- he has a new rule.”
“All right, what is it?”
He pulls her closer to him. “Rule 52- Keep it out of the office. In agreement with Rule 51 and shattering Rule 12.” With that, he leans down to baciare her softly.
“Have fun figuring out what to tell McGee.” He grins and unlocks the door.
The moment she steps outside McGee grabs her shoulders. “Did te ask him?”
“What?”
“Do te know how Tony survived that crash?”
Tony exits the bathroom behind her. She smiles at him, turns to McGee, and says, “No, not a chance.”
She laughs and, as she passes Tony's desk, she says, “Yes!” She grabs her things and leans over to give Tony a small kiss.
“Keep it out of the office, te two!” Gibbs yells from the balcony.
Ziva smirks and enters the elevator. As Tony gets his things, McGee looks at him. “How are te so lucky?” Tony grins. “I don't know.” He enters the elevator successivo to Ziva.
“Your place o mine?” she asks.
“Yours.”
“I'm driving.”
He fakes a groan. “I'm dead.”
DISCLAIMER: te know the drill.
Ziva and most of the team were at the crime scene, in a pretty rural town in West Virginia. Ducky was subdued for once, Gibbs and McGee were silent, only making a few passing comments, and Ziva was silently taking pictures. Maybe it was the lack of Tony that had them quiet for once.
Ziva had a nagging feeling that whatever Tony was doing, it wasn't good. She couldn't complain, seeing as Vance was there, and he barely noticed that Tony was not there.
They all heard a screeching of car tires. When the team whipped around to see where the noise was coming from, they saw a Camaro crash headlong into a black convertible. The man in the convertibile, convertible flew out of the car and slammed head-first into the ground. Ziva and McGee cringed.
As soon as the smoke cleared. McGee took one look at the Camaro and said, “That's Tony's car!”
Ziva stared blankly at the car. No. No, it's impossible. Gibbs' arm came around her, and the successivo thing she knew, she'd buried her face in his shoulder and let the tears go.
“Boss.” McGee suddenly said. Ziva's head snapped up to see Tony, unscathed, walking toward them.
“Sorry I'm late, boss.” Tony brushed past both of them.
“How the hell did he do that?” McGee asked furiously.
Ziva enters the men's room, where Tony is freshening up. He doesn't noticed that she'd walked in until she says, “Tony.”
He turns to face her. “Ziva.”
“You almost died today.” She says firmly.
“Ziva...”
“I'm tired of pretending I do not care when thing like this happen!”
He watches her without blinking.
“If te had died, we would never had had the chance to talk about what we need to talk about.”
“Ziva...”
“Somalia.”
He stares at her.
“Look, I...”
“Ziva!” She looks at him, prompting him to go on. He sighs. “I wasn't in that car.”
“What?!”
“I wasn't in the car! I set up the crash, but I wasn't in the car!”
“You killed an innocent man? Tony, te could go to jail for that!”
“Well, it's a good thing he wasn't innocent, then.” Tony locks the door to the men's room. “Ziva, he is- was- an assassin. Mossad hired him, against your father's will, to kill you.”
She stares. “What?”
“Vance informed me three weeks ago. I've been investigating this outside of NCIS; Gibbs doesn't even know. Vance told me I could do anything necessary to keep his team sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza and he'd help me out. I was tipped off early this morning that the assassin was planning a drive-by at the scene. I had to act fast. A buddy of mine who owes me a favour lives up there. I saved his life three years ago, and I told him if he did this for me, I'd consider the debt repaid.”
“Did he know it was going to be suicide?” Ziva asks angrily.
“Of course he did. I'm not that stupid. He's only got a couple days left to live and he'd rather go out with a bang. I let him borrow my car-” he gulped slightly- “and told him to do whatever he needed to do to keep te safe. He called me an ora later and told me he had to crash. I agreed before I remembered he was driving my car.”
“And te didn't call him?”
“I realised I didn't care. It was the sacrifice I had to make. My beautiful car for my beautiful partner.”
She watches him as he calms down over the loss of his car. He looks at her. “Say something. Anything.”
“So te didn't almost die today. I understand that. But there will be other times when te almost die and we will never have talked about Somalia!”
“What do te want to know?” he asks her.
“You thought I was dead, and te came anyway. I asked te why te came. te told me te couldn't live without me. Why?”
“Because I meant it.” he says simply.
They are the four words she wanted to hear, but she wasn't sure if he really meant them.
“Are te sure?”
“Come on, Ziva.” He says it so softly she's not sure if he's really saying it. She reaches for the lock, but Tony grabs her wrist.“Oh, and Ziva?”
“Yes?”
“Gibbs told me just as we entered the office- he has a new rule.”
“All right, what is it?”
He pulls her closer to him. “Rule 52- Keep it out of the office. In agreement with Rule 51 and shattering Rule 12.” With that, he leans down to baciare her softly.
“Have fun figuring out what to tell McGee.” He grins and unlocks the door.
The moment she steps outside McGee grabs her shoulders. “Did te ask him?”
“What?”
“Do te know how Tony survived that crash?”
Tony exits the bathroom behind her. She smiles at him, turns to McGee, and says, “No, not a chance.”
She laughs and, as she passes Tony's desk, she says, “Yes!” She grabs her things and leans over to give Tony a small kiss.
“Keep it out of the office, te two!” Gibbs yells from the balcony.
Ziva smirks and enters the elevator. As Tony gets his things, McGee looks at him. “How are te so lucky?” Tony grins. “I don't know.” He enters the elevator successivo to Ziva.
“Your place o mine?” she asks.
“Yours.”
“I'm driving.”
He fakes a groan. “I'm dead.”
