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He sent a brief text to McGee letting him know that the situation at the airport was under control, that Sr. had convientally forgot to let him know he had missed his plane. He smiled as Bishop and Jake left hand in hand to beaches and water. A pain struck his heart as he watched the happy couple leave he sunk into the chairs outside their terminal. He did not hate couples he hated the fact that there was not another half to his broken heart. Tony rubbed his tired eyes tonight was the first time he spoke of Jamaica even though he lied about that whole Vacation.
Christmas 2013
Tony ran to grab his bags the case had almost made him late for his flight this was something he needed he was ready for his drinks with the cute little umbrellas. He stepped out of the airport expecting to be hit with the warm sunshine instead he was hit with wind and rain. Sliding into the first cab that was at the curb not paying attention to the person already sitting in the backseat. "Excuse me but i had the cab already." The voice so stern. Tony stopped instantly he knew that voice he pulled his hat a little lower, " Of all the taxi joints in the world..." he heard her catch her breath she pulled his hat and sunglasses off. "Ziva..." he breathed so quiet. Tears were in her eyes he put his hands over her hands that were already cupping his face and began to pull her in for a kiss, "Yo, man and lady so stop playing kissy face and tell me where to I can't sit here all day with you two making out in my back seat." Ziva smiled weakly never taking her eyes off Tony afraid he would disappear as he always did in every dream she gave the cabbie the address to a beach house. "Oh, Miss Dav..." she stopped him as soon as her lips touched his he was gone. They stumbled into the house on the beach barely making it inside for once Tony was a person and not an agent he didn't look for exits or take in his surroudings all he concentrated on was the beautiful ninja kissing him as they stumbled up the stairs he heard every button on his shirt hit the stairs. The next morning he woke up to a cold empty bed and to a empty house he grabbbed the sheet off the bed and drug himself to the open balcony it was still pouring rain outside he felt so lost and so alone.
He brought out his memories by the constant ringing coming from his pocket, "Yeah." he was irratated by the caller inturputting such a good memory he was smiling remembering every good moment, "Dnazzio get your butt back we need to talk about Jamiaca and all these P. I. photos I just recieved." Vance was barking into the phone as soon as he heard the words Jamacia he knew he was in trouble but photos this was not adding up to him, yes Ziva had seen different they did not do alot of talking they were some what occupied. Tony had a bad feeling about this he ended the call with Vance still yelling on the other end and bolted for a cab.
Reviews or Flames welcome what is up with Ziva and who was following them?