Tony and Ziva: Their Developing Love
A/N: I'm just writing some thoughts down, it may take awhile to add the next chapter
Introduction:
I run, I can't stop. I hear a gunshot and I see my partner go down. I have to get to her. I can't let her die. NO I won't let her die! I see the blood coming from the deep wound. I run even harder. I have to get there before it's too late. I finally make it to her side and all I see is blood and my partner laying there close to deaths grasp. I call her"Ziva, ZIVA! Can you hear me?" Ziva softly whispers "Tony? Tony is that you?" I respond with "yes Ziva I'm here, I'm here for you, with you. An ambulance is on its way. Don't worry you'll be fine." Ziva tries to speak but I urge her to rest, but she never listens to, never. "Tony, remember the thing I wanted to talk to you about? The reason why I invited you to my home tonight well…" she's in so much pain she can't finish her sentence. "Ziva don't worry about it, we can talk when this is all over." I reassure her. Her mouth opens to speak again she tries with all her might. "No don't talk, save your energy, save it." I tell her. "No tony, no." She tells me as she takes a pause and a long breath. "This cannot wait" she stammers out. But before she can finish the ambulance arrives. They take her away from me. My partner, she's suppose to be super ninja like, with her Mossad skills and other scary experiences that I wouldn't dare think of. She's not suppose to get hurt, if anything I should be the one hurt. I thought she could protect herself. Why wasn't I protecting her? I should've been protecting her; I should've been there for her.
"DiNozzo, DINOZZO!" I hear the boss calling me but I ignore him. I have to get back to Ziva. I wasn't there when she needed me, but I will be there now. I jump in my car and follow the ambulance going as fast as I can. "She cannot die, she can NOT die!" I keep repeating this to myself, but deep down in the pit of my stomach I'm questioning it. Nothing like this ever happens to her, so for something to happen to her is not good. I finally we get to the hospital. I don't even worry about parking; the only thing I can think about is Ziva. "Ziva, ZIVA, ZIVA, can you hear Ziva, you can get through this, I know you." I say to as we run down the hall to the surgical room. She opens her lips to tell me something, "Tony, I love you, I always have and I always will." I'm taken back, I wasn't expecting to hear that, but without speaking I respond "I love you too Ziva, I love you so much."