Hey :) This is my first fanfiction story! Please review :) I love NCIS and obviously TIVA! This is just chapter one.. review and tell me if I should finish ;) I'll probably finish it anyway lol :) umm let's see what else... Don't read if you don't like Tiva. Rated K for now I suppose!
6 on the second hand
"Tony, listen to me, run, GO!"
"I'm not leaving without you Ziva!"
The hurt in her brown eyes told Tony everything he needed to know. There was a loud bang and he watched his life crumble around him.
3 days earlier
Christmas was over and December was nearing a close. The white snow that blanketed the sidewalk in front of the Navy Yard wasn't going to melt away any time soon. The cold air snapped at Ziva's breath as she stepped out of her warm car and into the frosty air. She quickened her pace in the direction of the large, familiar brick building, anticipating the warmth and the comfort the stained orange walls provided her. Maybe it is not the color of the walls, she thought to herself as she stepped into the silver elevator, but the company I find inside of them. She let a smile sneak across her lips when her eyes fell upon her partner, brow furrowed, pouring over paper work she knew he detested. Yes, she thought as his eyes met hers and a broad grin lit up his sea green eyes, the latter must be correct.
"Gooood morning Zeevah" Tony exclaimed, stretching back in his chair to admire her appearance. Her usually golden skin tone was flushed from the cold outside and her wintergreen pea coat was dusted with snowflakes. She looked cold but seemed warm at the same time. Tony couldn't figure her out. Ziva's presence often had that effect of him, although he would never admit it.
"Is it STILL snowing out there?" Tony asked, clearly annoyed. He was sick of the snow and the cold, now that Christmas was over he was ready for spring. "I am sick of this weather. Christmas is over. Bring on the spring break baby! Or better yet summer." Tony mused as gazed wistfully out of the frost stained windows.
"What about New Years? That is a fun holiday, yes? Would not want to skip that." Ziva said shrugging off her jacket.
"New years," Tony scoffed "Now THAT is an overrated holiday. New years resolutions, new beginnings, blah blah blah,"
"What about time square and the countdown to the New year and all of the celebrating? It does not seem overrated to me." Ziva replied.
"We don't have time for celebrating. You two, find McGee and meet me in Vance's office in five." Gibbs said as he swiftly walked through the bullpen.
"Trust me Ziva, New years is a lame excuse for a holiday," Tony said as he punched number 3 on his speed dial and waited for McGee to pick up.
"You are just being a bahambag, Mr. Scooch" Ziva sighed rising from her desk and meandering towards the stairwell
"That would be Bahumbug and Mr. Scrooge" Tony laughed and followed her up the stairs.
"Whatever," Ziva rolled her eyes, although a ghost of a smile crossed her lips when his laugh fell on her ears.
"McGee!" Tony exclaimed into his cell, "Finally! Meet us in Vance's office pronto. I don't know! Just hi-tail it probie!"
Leon Vance stared out his window at the sparkling white city. He though of his wife and kids at home playing in the snow and making hot chocolate. His eyes glazed over and he wished he had a normal job with normal hours. He wished for more time with the ones he loved. He shook his head and brought his head down from the clouds. You have this job for them. You are here to protect them. He heard his door open and he whipped around to see Gibbs standing in the door. "Oh do come in Gibbs. I must not have heard you knock." Vance said sarcastically. He knew Gibbs would probably never learn to simply rap his knuckles on the door, but there was no harm in trying to teach him.
"You said this was urgent, director." Gibbs stated, matter of factly, clearly wanting to be somewhere else.
"It is, where are DiNozzo, David and McGee?" Vance questioned
"On their way up"
"I will brief you while we wait" Vance said, expression grim.
Tony and Ziva walked into the lobby outside Vance's office and they were followed shortly after by a breathless McGee, he had just sprinted up from Abby's lab.
"Where were you, McGoo?" Tony asked taking in McGee's disheveled persona.
"Helping Abby make fire crackers for New years." McGee said breathily, dusting glitter and gunpowder off his coat.
"See?" Ziva said pointedly, playfully and lightly hitting Tony's shoulder "New years is not lame."
Tony opened his mouth to make a speech about why New years was in fact and extremely lame holiday, but before he could he could get his words out the door to Vance's office opened and Gibbs motioned the threesome inside.
They filed in and sat themselves around the Mahogany conference table positioned in the center of the room. Gibbs and Vance stood before the three young agents and a grim foreboding over took Tony, he and Ziva exchanged worried glances.
"What's up boss?" Tony inquired pointedly, brow knit together.
"Our entire agency is on alert code blue," Vance said gravely, clicking the remote he held in his hand and drawing up documents and files on the plasma. "Washington is in grave danger. An Islamic Jihadist group by the name of Mulajeed, Arabic for 'new terror', has issued a threat on our nations capital. They say that they will bomb a majorly populated area of Washington on New Year's Eve. They're doing it to send a message. Their new years resolution is to inflict terror on the world. Every agency in Washington is on this case, and team Gibbs is representing NCIS in the effort to secure the city."
"Are there any leads?" Tony asked scanning the documents on the plasma.
"All we have is the letter they sent us. The best offence is a solid defense. Homeland security is locking down the most populated areas in DC and you four" Vance glanced around and Ziva, Tony, McGee and Gibbs "Are responsible for tracking down these bastards. I suggest you get started on that, we have three days till new years."
Silently, they filed out of the Directors office and down into the bullpen. Tony, Ziva and McGee sat down at their desks and began typing away on their computers. Gibbs looked around at his competent team; he didn't need to stress the gravity of the situation. What I should stress is safety, Gibbs mused to himself, I want my team out of this mess in one piece. Easier said than done.