ZOMFG! i finally started the sequel! Can you believe it?!
Di Vendetta
Chapter 1 – Di Morte
Ziva was up and out of the water in a second. As fast as she could, she ran the length of the pier and headed for the burning hotel.
"Ziva!" yelled Tony, "Ziva stop!"
Tony hurriedly swam, to the pier and climbed up, running after his wife.
"Ziva!" he tried again, but to no effect.
She was fast, faster then Tony had ever seen her. Sighing, he cleared his mind of thought.
Lesley Jennifer. Catryn.
His little girls, his daughters were in that building, if not dead, dying.
He ran. Faster and faster. The pain in his scared lungs nothing compared to the pain in his heart. His mind was so focused on getting to the hotel it was only as he was about to pass Ziva that he remembered what he had been trying to do.
He jumped forward and tackled his wife to the ground.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Ziva yelled at him, trying with all her will to get free, Tony struggling to hold her down.
"You can't go in there."
Ziva swore at him, "I can!" She yelled, "My babies! Catryn! Lesley Jennifer! Our daughters!"
Tony could see here eyes were full of tears and they were pouting down her face. Just looking at her, his own vision became blurred by tears. He pulled Ziva into his arms and she sobbed into his shoulder.
Tony didn't know what to do. His generally tough wife who hardly ever cried, (and if she did it wasn't very much and in private), was sobbing in his arms, his entire family could be dead, and he had no way to contact anyone or do anything.
His arms tightened around Ziva and as he kissed the top of her head he could pretend for a moment that this was all a terrible nightmare. But the moment passed.
Tony needed a cell phone; his and Ziva's were back at the pier. He did the only thing he could think of. He scooped Ziva up in his arms and carried her. Once there he sat down and lay Ziva so she was lying next to him, her arms clinging around his waist, sobbing into his stomach.
He thanked every God he could think of when he saw he had reception and called every emergency service and Jenny.
Before he knew it, he could hear sirens, and he was carrying Ziva towards the building.
He immediately saw Jemma sitting on the back of an ambulance holding an oxygen mask to her mouth.
"Zee can you walk?" He asked softly,
Ziva wasn't sobbing any more, but tears still streamed down her face and she had gone very pale. She nodded slightly and Tony set her on her feet, his arm wrapped around her waist. They walked slowly to Jemma.
"Tony. Thank goodness." Jemma said wheezily with a smile,
"Where are the girls?" Tony asked urgently,
"Aren't they with you?"
"No. Trina was looking after LJ inside." Tony looked up at the burning building and Ziva collapsed down next to Jemma, her weeping getting heavier.
Jemma stoped the flow of oxygen to her mask and watched as Sophia was wheeled out of the hotel on a gurney by a medic and a fireman, another medic sitting over her on the gurney performing CPR. Jack, Antonietta, and David were following them. Antonietta appeared to have injured her ankle, as she was hoping, her arms around her brother's and boyfriend's necks.
Jack followed his wife into the ambulance, David carried Antonietta to his car and the two vehicles drove away.
The fireman who had been helping with Sophia entered the building again as members of staff exited, some helped by others, some walking, some on gurneys and some wincing with each painful step.
Monica came rushing out and she hugged Tony closely and kissed the top of his head.
"Monica." Said Jemma, "Did you see Al?"
"What? Oh. Yes. They were trying to free her from under a bookshelf."
"Oh my."
"She's alright though, but they think she has a broken leg and concussion." Monica hugged Tony once more before saying, "When Mario comes out please tell him I'm in my car waiting." She left.
Mario climbed out of a window, he was wincing and holding his arm in a slightly odd fashion, blood was dripping down his face.
"Monica?" he asked,
"The car." Tony told him,
Tony and Jemma watched Mario hurry of to the car and it speed off when Ziva let out a sudden squeak. The two jumped and stared at her, but Ziva was up and running to the building.
Tony saw why. Trina was lying unconscious on a gurney, badly burnt, and wearing a head brace.
"Trina!" sobbed Ziva,
Jemma jumped up, "You stay here for your baby, I'll go with Ziva to the hospital."
Tony nodded weakly and watch Jemma take Ziva in her arms and climb into the back of one of the other ambulances.
After Ziva left, Tony lost the feeling of time. What felt like hours past and Tony had told every medic, firemen, victim, and police officer about his baby daughter. Asking if they'd seen her, if she was ok, if she was alive.
Eventually every survivor had exited the building, most rushing to hospital (whether in cars or ambulances Tony didn't notice) and the only people that remained at the scene were police, a few SES, some firemen, and himself.
No one had seen LJ.
Eventually a officer walked to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"She's not in the building. She was lost in the blast. I'm sorry for your loss."
But Tony wouldn't believe it. He ran into the building and searched every room. Every corner. Under beds and tables and fallen furniture, everywhere.
When after hours, he gave up. He sat in what had been his hotel room, but now had two walls missing and blackened, burnt furniture, and yelled until his voice went hoarse. He screamed and cried and paced and punched a wall which shook violently. With a defeated, croak he fell onto the bed.
That's when he saw it.
A corked bottle, black with smoke. Tony frowned and went to it. He wiped of the soot and saw there was something in side. With a tough tug he removed the cork and turned the bottle up in his hand, out fell a single roll of paper and the remains of a bullet on a thin chain.
He pocketed them, he'd look at them later. Right now he needed to get to the hospital.
* * *
Tony walked into his step-daughters room and saw Ziva sitting in a chair, her head lying over the foot of the bed. She was asleep and Tony could see dried tear tracks over her face. He walked over and sat in another chair, and took Trina's hand, Jemma walked in.
"Tony." She whispered, "Ziva's been crying. Trina hasn't woken up and you weren't answering your cell."
Tony nodded, "I was a bit… preoccupied." he said softly, "They uh-" he felt his eye water and a lump formed in his throat. "They didn't find her." He choked out.
"Oh Tony…" Sighed Jemma sadly. She walked over to comfort him, but as she did, the room filled with beeping. Trina was flat lining.
Tony hit the emergency blue button on the wall behind the bed hard and yelled for help. Doctors and nurses rushed in and pushed Jemma, Tony and an extremely confused Ziva out of the room all yelling instructions and stats at each other.
Tony stood gaping in the door way and an Doctor shouted, "Get him out of the way!"
A nurse shut the door and closed the blinds leaving Tony speechless and Ziva begging Jemma to tell her what happened.
"She's flat lining."
Ziva collapsed against a wall and burst into tears again. Tony backed up and fell to the floor next to Ziva, but he didn't wrap his arms around her this time. Instead he pulled out the paper and chain he'd found earlier.
He examined the chain quickly, and fiddled with it in his hand before turning to the note and reading.
Ziva DiNozzo.
Remember me? I doubt you do. We met almost thirteen years ago. Did you like my present? Let's just say I never forgave you. But don't worry. I have nothing against anyone else. Only you. I just hope your family matters to you as much as mine means to me.
~J
Oh, I almost forgot, you needn't worry. I'll be sure to give your darling Lesley Jennifer all the love she will need.
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So who's excited about this fic? I AM I AM I AM!! It absolutely will not be as long as A Kiss and a Promise but i'm yet to complete my story plan (though i have the basic idea stored in my head where it has been for almost a year.
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