I have a few ideas how I want this story to play out. If you want me to continue of course. If I do continue I honestly don't know how long this story could be. It could be a few chapters or a lot of chapters. I'm still playing with how I want this story to go. I just needed a starting point and here it is. This takes place during the Revenge episode, but it has a different twist on it. Also, sorry about spelling errors I'm still working on grammar. Well I'll let you read...so enjoy!
He took the steps two at a time. He didn't care about the fire or the fact that she had probably started it. All he cared about was finding her. The three men had to find her because she was a part of their family. When your family was in trouble you helped. There was no question about that. It was that simple. Well right now things were very…well…complicated.
But how could she have been so stupid?
She had gone off without telling anyone. More importantly she had gone off alone. Without him, he thought. He would gladly have come just to kill that bastard with her. That same bastard that had stolen the spark from her eyes not too long ago. These days they always seemed so dark and distant. He never knew how she was feeling and that really irritated him. They all knew she was intent on getting revenge. Exactly how far was she willing to go just to get it?
Hell he was stupid for not making sure she came upstairs with them. She had said she would be right up, but once they went downstairs she was gone. She had taken her keys and left. The three men had left in a hurry, knowing exactly where she went.
Sometimes he felt really stupid. Way to go, DiNozzo.
When he saw her Mini a part of him was overjoyed to know that they had found her. Well they had at least found her car. Now they just needed to find her. Once out of the car the three men ran for the boat. They were covering every inch of the boat, hoping to find her.
The three men had scoured the boat for her, pointing their guns everywhere they looked. So far they had come up empty-handed.
Now he was getting worried. She had yet to show up.
Where the hell could she be?
Then there was a noise above them. It sounded like a thud. Gibbs pointed upwards, waiting to hear the sound again. They kept quiet for a few seconds. Tony held his breath, waiting for the sound, knowing fully well it was probably Ziva.
It came a second time. Gibbs nodded upwards and the three men took off for the stairs.
They had finally found her. Hopefully they would get there in time to save her.
She felt like she was dying, literally.
She was taken aback by the wrapping of the cool metal around her neck. Her assailant tightened his grip, constricting her airway. The black spots had gradually started to creep their way into the edges of her vision. She gasped for air, trying to pull the chain away from her throat.
She pulled and tugged at the metal, but it was of no use. He was stronger than her. She felt like a weakling in this moment. She couldn't even fight back. His death-like grip was pulling her to the brink of death. She fought as hard as her strength would take her. He could see she was trying to put up a fight. He pulled harder on the chain, piercing it deeper into her neck.
She just needed to breathe. Fill her lungs with the much-needed oxygen she was craving for. She could feel her vision closely turning black. Before she even knew what hit her, he spun her around to face him. He smirked at her, loosening his hold on the death metal chain.
She fell to the ground with a thud, gasping and choking for air. Each breathe was a fight to live. Her throat felt raw. Each inhale and exhale was painful just to perform. How could breathing be so difficult?
He quickly picked up the chain. In her weakened state she had no fight left in her. She was too tired to fight, feeling nothing but fragile and weak.
He bound her ankles and hands with the chain, preventing her from escaping. She was just extremely exhausted.
She looked into the piercing brown eyes that were staring intently back at her.
"Please," she hoarsely begged. "Don't do this!" She licked her chapped lips. Was he really going to go this far to kill her?
"Ziva, it's time to go." He picked her up. "This is how it has to end." With that he threw her into the Potomac River.
He watched as her body fell from the ship, landing with a splash into the water.
Now she was gone because he had just killed Ziva David.
He smiled to himself, looking around for the nearest exit.
They arrived at the site where they had heard the loud thuds, looking around with their guns pointed.
"Nice to see you again." In the corner stood the bastard himself, Ilan Bodnar.
"Where is she?" Gibbs growled, pointing his gun at the man's face.
"Where is who?" Ilan smiled towards the men.
"You know damn well who!" Gibbs stepped forward, challenging the man.
"Oh. Where are my manners? I assume you mean Ziva. Well…let's just say she had to go, finally." The man smiled, turning around to indicate the water.
"No." Tony whispered. He didn't even have a chance to think, before he dove off the edge of the boat.
He heard Gibbs scream his name, but he didn't care. All that mattered was finding Ziva.
The surface of the water broke his fall. He groaned at the pain shooting up his back. He pushed the pain aside in his mind and focused on the task at hand. Finding Ziva. The water was colder than he had expected. He took a lung full of air, before going under to find her.
He didn't care that he had probably ruined his watch and his new shoes. None of that mattered because the woman he loved. Yes, loved…was in trouble. He would for sure find her. He had no choice but to find her.
She didn't even have a chance to fight. The cold water hit her like a ton of bricks. It was freezing, sending her mind into overdrive. She had a new wave of adrenaline because she knew what was happening.
She was drowning, like actually dying.
She struggled against the chains that were bound to her. The water was slowly closing in on her, burning her lungs to a whole new extreme. She continued to struggle as the weight of the chains dragged her down towards the bottom. The water it seemed was trying to claim her as its next victim.
She looked up towards the surface. The light was going farther away, she was almost to the point of utter and complete darkness.
She prayed, hoping that he would find her. He was always her knight in shining armor. If anyone could find her it was Tony.
With one last struggle all of her fight was gone. Her mind was turning foggy and she couldn't breathe. Her lungs were burning as if on fire. She took one last breathe, water filling her lungs. The light at the surface slowly faded away as her body dragged downwards…everything in her world went black.
He would find her…hopefully.
Each time his dives got further. He wasn't giving up. He broke back through the surface of the water, filling his lungs with as much air as he could get.
This was his third time back at the surface. He didn't know how far she was or where she was. He wasn't going to give up. He would die trying to find her. If he had to.
With that he went back under, swimming as far as his aching body would go. It was darker with each stroke he took. He could barely make out anything under the water. It was eerily quiet and to be honest that scared him. He just had to find her.
His thoughts were interrupted by the collision with the solid object in front of him. His mind didn't even have time to register what was happening. He just wrapped his arms around her torso, kicking with all his might to the surface above. Each stroke was painful for him. He could feel the weight dragging her slender body downwards.
With a few more strokes he reached the surface and gasped, filling his lungs with air.
He looked at her as her head fell onto his shoulder. He could see she was bound with chains. Her skin had started to show a hint of a bluish color. She was freezing and showed no signs of actually being alive.
"Ziva," he whispered, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. Now was not the time to give up. It was time to fight, like they always had done the last eight years.
He just couldn't believe this was happening. This couldn't be happening to her. This couldn't be happening to him, let alone them.
He wanted that happy ending with her. He wanted to truly tell her how he felt. He wanted to tell her that he loved her. He needed that lifetime with her. They deserved it.
He wasn't going to let it be like in the movie Casino Royale. He wouldn't let her end up like Vesper Lynd and let her practically drown to death. He didn't want to be Bond, performing CPR on the women he loved, but to no avail she didn't come back.
She was going to come back because she always did. He wouldn't give up on her, let alone stop fighting for her.
He swam towards the dock, pushing her limp body onto the hard surface, before pulling himself up. He hurriedly unwove the chain from her limp body.
He felt for a pulse, but he knew he wouldn't find one. Just that time in the water was enough time for someone to drown.
He frantically started CPR, feeling her ribs crack with each compression.
"Please, don't do this." He put his mouth against hers, blowing air into her lungs. "I need you, Zi." He continued chest compressions. The sound of sirens in the background gave him hope. The hope that he needed that everything would turn out fine.
"They're coming, Ziva. Just hang in there." He continued to breathe for her because he wasn't a quitter. He would never quit on the woman he loved.
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