It was late at night in the bullpen. One "very" Special Agent sat at his coffee-cup infested desk. His neck cracked as he readjusted his head position, staring at the computer. Lines and lines of words on the screen and none of them were registering in his mind. He had been like this for the past few hours. Yeah, Tony needed some sleep.
McGee and Bishop had both finished their paperworks hours earlier, and even Gibbs had gone home to his boat. Heck, it was a Friday night. Everyone was gone, except for him.
Tony slapped himself on the face and in the back of the head for a boost of focus, but it didn't work. He was calling it in. The paperwork would have to wait until Monday. Gibbs would be so DELIGHTED (not).
He began to pack up his thing, grabbing his jacket slung across the chair and the leftovers from the takeout he ordered for dinner. He was just about to leave when he heard his ringtone buzzing.
Tony fished his cell phone out of his jacket pocket. The screen was black and the phone was still, but he could still hear the unmistakeable sound of his favorite ringtone, the Magnum P.I. theme. It was slightly muffled, and coming from his third desk drawer.
Pulling it open, he fished through a few personal items before he lifted up a paper and saw the buzzing phone. It was his old phone from last year. He'd purchased a newer, more popular one a few months ago. Usually he threw out his old phones or cashed them in. But he'd kept this one, fully operating and still paid for each month. It wasn't cheap, having two cell phones. But he kept this phone because it was the one she called. This was the phone that Ziva had the number to. And now it was buzzing with a text from her.
He grabbed it. It had been ages since this phone had received a message. Tony couldn't really believe it. But there it was, with a little envelope. Message from: Ziva Underneath that there were two options: VIEW or IGNORE.
His thumb couldn't press VIEW fast enough, and the text popped up onto the screen. It was only 7 words. But he smiled nonetheless as he read them over and over, still not sure if he was dreaming or not. Then, he grabbed both phones and ran to the elevator, leaving as fast as he could.
That message meant everything. It was the first thing he'd heard from her in almost a year. Sure, it wasn't in person, but it was a message. Just 7 short words.
Count to a million. I'll be there.
He sped off down the roads, probably breaking every traffic rule in the country. It was almost midnight, but he didn't care. Count to a million, I'll be there. The thoughts of going home and going to sleep were gone from his head. Because Ziva was coming back. And that was all he cared about right now.
Wanted to write something like this for a while now, but I never knew how exactly to do it until now. This probably will never happen on the show, but I REALLY hope Cote decides to come back. I like Bishop, but I miss Ziva so much!
Anyways, thanks for reading. Feel free to leave a review, that would make my day. xoxo, J