Hey everyone! So this is my new story, I'm going to try and make it longer than my usually stories, so a multi chap. This is set at the beginning of season 10 so Eli is still alive, and so is Jackie. I hope you like it!
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It was just another normal day for me, Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo. As usual I ignored my alarm clock, got up late and had to rush around my 3rd floor apartment to try and get ready on time. I ran round my apartment at lightening speed, quickly brushing my teeth in front of the mirror whilst fixing my tie. I had just grabbed my backpack and my keys when my phone, situated in my pocket started to ring. I looked at the caller ID which read 'Ziva David'.
"Hey Ziva, what can I do for you?" I lightly answered as I held the phone between my ear and shoulder as I locked the door.
"Shalom Tony. I do not want to be a bother, but my car will not start, and I was wondering if you could give me a lift into work please?" Ziva asked almost shyly
"Yeah sure no problem, I'm running a bit late anyways. I'll be round in 10" I tell her.
"Thank you Tony, I owe you" She replied, relieved.
I snap my phone shut and carry on toward the stairwell, down to the parking lot where my red 1976 mustang was parked. The drive to Ziva's place went pretty slowly, as I tapped the steering wheel in the beat to Sinatra, who was playing on the radio. As I pulled into Ziva's place she was sat outside leaning on the hood of her car. She was wearing tight black jeans, black boots and a dark turquoise coloured blouse. She looked beautiful, like always. I took a moment to look at her while she walked quickly over to my car. Her hair swayed in the wind, it was down and curly-just how I like it.
She opened the passenger side door and stepped into the seat. She looked over to me and smiled warmly, I smiled back as I started driving to NCIS headquarters.
"Thanks again Tony, I am sorry to be a bother, it will not happen again" She said, while tucking a piece of her dark hair behind her ear.
"No problem Zi, any time" I replied happily.
Ziva smiled. Zi. He hadn't called her that in a long time. Not since the whole fiasco with Rivkin and Somalia. It made her feel safe, at home when he called her that. She missed the days where they had no regard about personal space, the times where if she had a piece of hair in her face he would brush it behind her ear. She shivered at the memory. But all the touching stopped after Somalia. After a while they had fully regained the trust in one another but yet he never started to close the final gap of the spontaneous touching. That was still the case. She knew he was scared. Scared about if he touched her she would physically hurt him in some way, but that wasn't the real reason. He was scared he would bring back memories of Somalia, scare her. He could never be able to live with himself if she was actually scared of him touching her, so he didn't. He kept the personal space, and she missed him touching her without a care, he didn't understand that he would never scare her. But he didn't know that. He was the only that kept her sane, kept her safe.
We sat in a comfortable silence for the rest of the journey, with Sinatra playing quietly in the background. I pulled into NCIS parking lot and swung my red mustang into my usual spot, next to Ziva's car which obviously wasn't there. We made our way up to the bullpen in silence, with the occasional glance stolen.
As we arrived up to the bullpen I noticed that Gibbs wasn't here, he was here in the building, as he had a coffee cup in his trash already, but not in the bullpen. McGee was typing away on his computer oblivious to the outside world. I chucked my backpack under my desk and took a seat, as I leaned back in my chair watching Ziva do the same.
"Gear up" Gibbs said gruffly as he briskly walked into the bullpen carrying yet another cup of coffee.
I once again stood up and grabbed my backpack from under my desk and quickly walked toward the elevator, Ziva joining me as I exited the bullpen.
We arrived at the crime scene at 10:48am in West Virginia; it was a foreclosed house on the outskirts of the town. The crime scene wasn't anything special, or unusual just the normal Petty Officer killed in a struggle.
"DiNozzo bag and tag, McGee sketch and David pictures" Gibbs barked his orders at us.
I started to bag the evidence around the body, when I heard a loud bang from the next room. I quickly drew my gun and quietly walked toward the run with McGee following behind me. I cautiously turned the handle and burst through the door. A man dressed in black met me, his skin was light, and he had blue eyes and black hair with his arm wrapped around Ziva's neck and a knife pushed against her throat. I gasped in horror, not Ziva, not after all she's been through.
"Get back" The man hissed.
"Alright, alright, just put the knife down, no one needs to get hurt" I reply trying to sound calm, but failing. I made eye contact with Ziva she looked scared and worried. I tried to reassure her with my eyes.
"I think it's a bit late for that now don't you? Kyle is dead I have nothing else to loose" He hissed back, referring to the dead petty officer in the next room.
"Look, if it was a accident, I'm sure people will understand" I tried to calm, the assailant
"Put your guns down, or I swear to god ill kill her" He screamed
"Look, you know I can't do that, just put the knife down and let her go" I tried to reason with him, still holding Ziva's gaze.
"No, no I'm not going back to jail!" He screamed becoming very agitated.
I started to make my way toward him very slowly, because he wasn't about to drop that knife anytime soon. He backed up until his back hit the wall, he panicked and stabbed the knife into Ziva's neck.
"NO!" I screamed and put two rounds into his chest. He fell to the floor, and I ran up to Ziva's side, I grabbed the comforter off the bed and pressed it into her neck, to try and stem the bleed.
"No Zi, please no.." I whispered to her
"I'll go and phone an ambulance" McGee said and rushed out of the room.
"Hey, hey Zi, no don't close your eyes, please stay awake." I pleaded to her as her eyes continued to flutter open and close.
"To-*cough* Tony, please don't *cough* leave me" She whispered weakly to me. I put the hand that wasn't holding the comforter onto her check and stroked my thumb across it.
"Never Zi, never." I whisper back to her. I could hear the sound of sirens in the distance as Ziva fought the darkness.
"C'mon Zi, you have to stay awake, for me" I pleased with her.
"Tony, *cough* I don't think I can" She replied tiredly.
"Zi, please you have to, I need you" I replied blinking back the tears in my eyes.
"Why... Tony *cough* why do you need me?" She questioned still trying to fight the darkness.
"Because... I love you Zi, always have always will..." I told her quietly. She just looked at me shocked, she was about to reply when her eyes started to flutter even more, and her eyes finally closed. I pressed the comforter harder into her neck trying to stop all of the blood seeping through.
"ZI" I scream. Just then the paramedics come running in and shoved me out of the way. I backed up to the wall, shocked and scared about what was happening to my partner. They loaded her up onto the stretcher, but stopped.
"What are you doing? She needs to go to a hospital!" I shout frustrated at them not hurrying up.
"We've lost the pulse!" One paramedic shouted. I gasped and slid down the wall. This was not happening. Not to her. Not now, not after everything we've been through. I couldn't loose her, I loved her.
Okay, so thanks for reading everyone! I would really love to hear from y'all and tell me what you think, any improvements or anything you want to see happen and I'll try and include it in the story, thanks for reading!
