AN: I HAVE NO OWNERSHIP OF THESE CHARACTERS! THE PLOT IS THE ONLY THING THAT IS MINE! I REPEAT I OWN NOTHING!
Tony came to and sat upright at his desk, he rubbed his eyes and wiped his mouth, blood. The seconds that it took to register the pain in his jaw cost him, his head was thrust down against the desk.
"Don't even think about sitting up again," a gravelly voice ordered. Tony's hands slid off the top of the table, a pair of calloused hands on each side wrenched his hands up on top of the table. The strong force behind his head, smashing his nose into his calendar, let go and he laid his head to the side to face McGee's desk.
He had come in early that morning and the rest of the team would not be expected to be here for a few hours. All he could do was wait. Wait for that sound. The sound of the elevator. When he heard that sound this nightmare would be over. Through this nightmare all he could think of was that little brown-haired Israeli. Ziva.
When Ziva showed up looking for Gibbs last year after she had been killed, Tony never expected to fall in love with her. But he did. He knew from the moment he had seen her. He loved everything about her. He loved her voice, that cute little Israeli accent, was music to his ears. He wanted so much to tell her after that first night undercover. He knew it then and he knew it now.
How could he tell her? If she didn't feel the same way she could kill him. She was a trained assassin after all; but she was his little ninja. All of a sudden he was snapped out of his thoughts of the beautiful woman he had worked with for a year by another blow to his head.
"Where are your team members? They won't save you. They would be glad to see you gone." The voice sounded full of hatred. But familiar. Not the voice. The accent. He was Israeli. The same as the love of his life.
He managed to form only a few words but they were important, "You're Mossad aren't you?" This sentence was answered with another blow. He took that as a yes. He was an agent for her father. But now the question is how long would he have to wait for Tim, Gibbs and/or Ziva?
All of a sudden he heard it. The sound he had been waiting for. Ding. He heard yelling. Screaming actually. He heard the next sound he wanted to hear. Her voice. "Tony! Tony stay with me! Do not leave me! I can't live knowing you won't be coming through that elevator anymore! Tony, I love you! Do you hear me? I love you!" He then slipped into a bout of unconsciousness.