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A/N: This is my first foray into this fandom. To give you an idea of how new I am to the show: I started regularly watching it at "Boxed In". So no flames, please, and I apologize for any OOCness that might have resulted from my lack of familiarity with the show. Also, I might have the chronology of the incident I'm recounting somewhat off, as I was working entirely off my memory of the episode. Hope you like it, anyway.
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DetonateWhy do I have to be so damn stubborn? I amaze myself sometimes. Gibbs will probably kill Ziva and me himself if, somehow, we manage to get out of this alive, but I'm still here. Even knowing that – stupid solidarity – I'm still here.
I'm standing here, next to Ziva and Gibbs and the biggest bomb I've ever seen. And, of course, the North Korean spy we're trusting to dismantle it.
Because that makes sense.
I guess it must to Gibbs, since the woman's now holding his knife – and all our lives – in her hands. And I trust Gibbs; we all do.
Even so, when Yoon Dawson cuts a wire and the bomb's beeping actually speeds up, I can feel my pulse start to race.
"That's supposed to happen, right?" I can't help but say despite the fact that I'm not expecting an answer, or even acknowledgement.
I'll say anything to ease the tension, to break the silence that, as it is, is punctured only by the furious beeping of the bomb.
Dammit, I'm scared.
As another wire is cut and the frequency of the noise doubles again, I can't help but cringe.
Eyes closed, I silently plead for our lives, hoping desperately that we made the right decision.
Then, listening for it, I hear the knife slit one last wire –
And the beeping stops.
I sigh into the quiet air, easing my eyes open, and take another slow breath. Relief courses through every inch of me. I smile, hesitantly.
We survived.
We're alive.
And I've never been happier.
A/N: Cheesy, sure – I'm not pleased with the ending at all – but that look on Tony's face just needed a fanfiction. :-) Review if you want, but be gentle.