I knew they were there. I could sense them. My phone was automatically in my hand, scanning through the contacts list. Eventually, I found the one I was looking for. 'B the airport in central DC 6:00 P.M, terminal 4, or I will die, Z' As I typed, the hair on the back of my neck stood straight out, as if the people I was hiding from were right behind me. As i hit send, a thought occured to me. What if they actually WERE right behind me. I turned around.
Nothing. Then I ran all the way to the airport, just to be sure.
Tony's phone bleeped. When he saw the message, he froze. Z. Could it be her?, he thought? Could it actually be her? If so, she must have been in deep trouble if she actually ASKED for help. Obviosly, he needed to go to the airport. If it was her, he couldn't let her down. Before he even knew what he was doing, he was putting on his coat and checking the clock. 5:28. That should be enough time, he thought, as he dashed to his car.
As he emerged from his car, Tony scanned the lot for anyone suspicious. No one he could see. Inside the airport, people were bustling everywhere. When he reached terminal four, a young woman, about thirty, ran up to him. Her hair was a rich golden brown and her eyes were a glowing hazel. It was her. Ziva. Tony stepped towards her and held her close. "Ziva. Oh my god, it's really you!" Tony pulled out of the embrace to look at her. The gohst of a smile played at the corners of her lips. The gohst of his favourite, heart-melting smile. He was just about to say something else, when he noticed two people watching them. One pulled out a gun.
"Run, Tony, we have to get out of here!" Ziva cried, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the door. And so they ran. once outside of the airport, they turned left, towards the shops and hid in an alleyway about half a mile away from where they started. After a few minutes, the adrenaline wore off, and Ziva burst into tears. Tony held her close until the sobs stopped. As she wiped the last of the tears from her eyes, he asked her a question, "How long have they been following you, Ziva? They must be pretty dangerous for you to ask for help."
the look on Ziva's face was almost a smile, "I ask for help when I need it. And after three months of that, even Gibbs would need a hand. Also, I would have come back soon anyway." Now, she was smiling. As they gazed into each other's eyes,
Tony was struck by full-power realization. Ziva was here, right in front of him.
And she may be in danger, but that didn't matter. She was right there, and she wasn't leaving. Within seconds, his lips where on hers, pulling him down into a spiral of memories. Their first under-cover mission. His last few minutes in Israel, her mouth against his for what he thought would be the only time. All those heart-felt conversations and that moment in brazil. Everything they'd ever said to each other suddenly took on another meaning. And in that very moment, he knew that he still loved her. And he was pretty sure, from the way that she was kissing him back, that she loved him, too. And he would never let that stop.
