Disclaimer: NCIS is not mine....
Written for a challenge on Gibbs' Team forum... The idea for this short fic wouldn't leave me alone so, here it is, I hope you'll enjoy it! Thaks to Vamp for betareading it for me, you're the best!
Sensations
The gun shot broke the silence for only a fraction of a second before an intense burn tore her chest. The young women then felt the ground slip under her feet and her surroundings faded before everything went black.
It was total darkness. All she could feel was that intense pain, that pain and the horrible metallic taste in her mouth, the taste of blood, her blood, and also that cold that was slowly enveloping her body. Suddenly, through the fog that was surrounding her, she felt a soft touch on her cheek, the warmth of the fingers contrasting with the icy feeling that was becoming more present. Then, she heard a voice, a familiar, reassuring, comforting voice. She had to concentrate on that voice, those words, to try and forget the pain.
« Hang on Zee… don't leave me… have my back…need you… »
Tony !
Open her eyes, she had to do it. After an incredible effort, she managed to blink once, then twice. Everything around her was a blur. She finally was able to make out a face, her partner's face, showing anguish and worry. He was still talking to her, but she wasn't hearing anything anymore. She tried to talk, without success. Quickly, the face in front of her faded again and she focussed on the sea coloured eyes that were staring at her. That's when she knew, it was too late, but now she knew. Her eyes fluttered shut one last time and the last thing she felt before the darkness overtook her was the feeling, humid and warm, of the tears on her face.
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The gun shot broke the silence for a fraction of a second before he could react and he saw his partner clutching her chest, then, she fell. He didn't hear the firefight that followed or his boss, yelling that they had an agent down. The only sound that he registered was the one of the young woman's body hitting the ground with a muffled thud
He kneeled beside her, bile rising in his mouth. He gently stroked her cheek, before pressing firmly on her wound, never leaving her pale face from his sight. He would never be able to wash from his hand the troubling memory of her blood, sticky and warm, coming from her body and leaking between his fingers despite all his efforts.
He begged her to hang on, to stay with him. He needed her.
Finally, she opened her eyes. She blinked once, then twice. She tried to talk but without success. He stared into her eyes, trying to find some comfort into those dark pools. That's when he knew, it was too late, but now he knew and when his partner's eye fluttered shut once again, he couldn't keep his tears from falling and joining the ones that were already dampening the young woman's face.
The End