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Jordana
Happy Anniversary
Thump! Thump! Thump! She was trying to hold onto the door for as long as she can. Without a lock, it didn't serve much purpose for her, but it was her only protection.
The noises of loud, stomping footsteps frightened the woman. Her blonde hair stuck onto her clammy forehead. She held onto the door tighter, palms sweaty. A door opened, and the footsteps drew closer and closer until ...
Ziva cowered into DiNozzo as the frantic screams of the woman were heard. Ziva knew she shouldn't be frightened about the fate of the woman, but these movies always her feel afraid... like... like...
What was the American expression, again?
Like a donkey in dilation? ... That didn't make any sense.
Like...
"A damsel in distress," the sardonic voice echoed.
Ziva shivered as her head nodded in agreement with the voice.
"How cute," the voice mused. "But it's a pity you will never see the light of the world again."
The woman screamed aloud and plead with her captor, but it was no use. A sickening slice was heard, and the woman was dead. Ziva cowered into DiNozzo again, shaking with fear. She buried her face in his chest. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and smelled the woody scent of his cologne.
She felt Tony's head turn to stare at her quaking figure.
"Is Ziva David, the ass-kicking super ninja, scared?"
Ziva opened her eyes and lifted her head off his chest. She met his smirking face with a frown and smacked his arm.
"No," she insisted. "I am not scared."
Tony's eyebrows turned up, and he looked at her strangely. She turned her head, and focused her attention on the movie. His stare was burning holes into the side of her head. She could feel it.
The villain dragged the woman's bloody body to the dark front yard. He laid her body by the stairs, and dragged a body bag from underneath the porch. He stared at the blonde slowly, before sighing. "I loved you, Denise. I loved you. I did everything for you, but you just had to speak the truth! This is the consequence. This is your punishment. What an awful waste of such a pretty life," the evil man laughed. Ziva shakily sucked in a deep breath. Clearly this villain knew his victim in a personal level. Wait...what?! Ziva released the breath she had been holding in and rolled her eyes subconsciously. Ugh, her NCIS skills were working overtime. Ziva pinched her thigh impatiently. She pushed all thoughts of work out of her mind, and tried to focus on the movie.
The villain zipped the bloody body bag and paused. He caressed the woman's cheek with a black gloved hand. "Oh, we could've had children. Two sons and a daughter. Joshua, Abraham, and Lilly. They would've been our pride and joy, but alas...you had to throw that away" He zipped the bag and hoisted it up his shoulder. As he lugged the bag away, blood drops leaked out and onto the ground.
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip...
The TV suddenly paused and the lights started flickering. Ten seconds later, the lights died out. Ziva clutched Tony's arm in fear. It was dark in Tony's apartment, but not dark enough. Tony and Ziva could see the shapes of the furniture, books, and various objects in his apartment. She sighed, and ran her fingers through her hair.
"At least we can see...somewhat." Tony nodded in agreement.
"Well...what is going on?"
"I don't know," he said, confusion evident in his tone. "It could be just a power outage."
"Power outage?" Ziva said dumbly.
"Yeah...unless it's somebody's nice idea of a prank." Tony glowered and picked up his phone. He tried pressing the number to the guard of his apartment building. He tried dialing the number twice.
"Uhh, Ziva?"
"What, Tony?"
"There's no reception here..."
"What? That's not possible. You paid your phone bill, haven't you?" Ziva let go of her grip on Tony's arm and stared at him. Her face was so close to his, he could see the seriousness in her eyes.
"Well, yeah!" he said defiantly. "Of course I pay my bills! Do you!?"
Ziva snorted and got up from the couch. She stumbled blindly in the darkness, ramming her knee on the edge of the table. She cursed, and clutched her knee.
Tony stared at Ziva's form with worry. "Are you OK?"
"Yeah, yeah... I'm fine," she mumbled. She got up and groped the table, searching for her phone. "Aha!" She grabbed her phone, and looked at Tony. "What's the number?"
"Uhh, 101-8796."
Ziva tried dialing the number, and she stared at Tony blankly. "Uhh," she said slowly.
"What?! Just say whatever you wanna say, Ziva." Tony was panicking.
"I'm not getting any reception either."
"Are you serious?"
"Do you think I would be kidding in a moment like this?"
"Err, no..." Ziva got up from her position by the table. She sat back onto the couch and smacked the back of Tony's head.
"Ow! What was that for?!"
"For being a complete idiot."
"Wow, thanks for being so comforting. Ya know, if we weren't in a power outage I'd be on to you for being scared," Tony leered over Ziva and waved his arms around like a ghost. "Ooh, I'm a ghost and I'm out to get yoou!" He grabbed Ziva's shoulders and dragged her to him. Ziva let out a dry laugh, and wriggled her way out of Tony's grasp.
She walked towards the window, and stared outside. Every building still had light and the telephone lines were still up. There was no storm, just a perfect night with stars twinkling and the moon glowing. She placed her ear to the wall adjoining Tony's neighbor. Their TV was on and so was a radio. Ziva's eyes shot up and she ran to the other wall. Placing her ear next to it, she heard a microwave running and the noise of someone typing on a computer or laptop. She slowly walked behind Tony and placed her hands on his shoulder.
"We are being pranked," she stated.
"What?"
"Your two neighbors have electricity, the whole city has electricity, and no telephone lines are down. There is no storm. It's a cloudless night and there are stars about."
"Are you serious?" Tony groaned. He pinched the bridge of his nostril and walked towards the power generator [1] in his apartment. He looked around and heard Ziva's footsteps following him. He heard a shuffle behind one of the drawers in the room. He pushed the drawer back and pulled out the culprit.
The culprit had a baseball cap on and sunglasses. Tony scoffed and threw the cap behind his shoulders. Ziva caught the hat. He yanked the sunglasses off and placed them on the counter by the kitchen. He grabbed the culprit's chin and lifted it up only to reveal...
"McGee!" Tony yelled. "What the hell are you doing here?!"
"McGee?" Ziva said questioningly. "Why is McGee tampering with your generator?"
"Erm," McGee said sheepishly. He stared at the open door behind Ziva. The door which led to the guest bedroom [2]. Ziva and Tony turned around and the lights came back on.
"Surprise!" yelled Abby. She held a chocolate cake in her hands and handed it to Ziva. "Sorry we scared you guys, but McGee and I knew you wouldn't want a party so we just made one for you."
"You made one for us?" Ziva stared at Abby in shock.
"Well, yeah. You guys would make an excuse and McGee and I both know that tonight is your movie night so we just rigged the generator, bought a cake, and tada! Party for you!" Abby said all of this with a great smile. "Here's to your partnership anniversary!"
"Aww, thanks, Abby," Tony said sweetly. He grabbed the cake from Ziva's hand and led them to his kitchen.
Ziva just stared at Abby in confusion. "So...you didn't do anything to our cell phones?"
Abby turned around and gave a confused look at Ziva. "No... what cell phones?"
"Our cell phones. They didn't have reception. No telephone lines are down and we paid our bills. Our cell phone companies would not have disconnected our services."
Abby opened her mouth, but no words came out. Ziva stared around the room slowly, hearing the faint beeping of an electronic item.
"Do you hear that?" she whispered. Tony, frosting all over his mouth, stared at Ziva.
"Washf?"
Ziva grimaced. "Do not talk with your mouth full." She walked towards the noise. The noise came from the drawer next to the generator. The drawer where McGee was found. She opened the first drawer and found nothing. She opened the second. Nothing. The third...
She let out a gasp and ran towards the door. "Run!" she shouted. Everyone followed her in pursuit.
It was all too late though.
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They only made it to the door when the bomb exploded.
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[1] In my imagination, Tony's apartment has a power generator. It is located in the room next to the kitchen. So think of it this way:
- living room
- kitchen
- generator/storage room
[2] Tony's apartment also has a guest bedroom. Tony's bedroom is faar away from the kitchen. It's located near the living room. There's a door located more near the generator/storage room that's still close to the kitchen. When you open that door there's a guest bedroom. I know this doesn't fit for an apartment, but hey. This is a fan fiction. Anything can happen.
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