Hope

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Tears glistened at the corner of Ziva's eyes as she looked down at her baby girl. Innocent, pure and wholly perfect-the way she would forever want her baby to be like. Amanda Tali David-DiNozzo. Remembering her name spilt the tears from her eyes onto her baby girl's cheeks, who was fortunately fast asleep. The memory hit her with the force of a sledge hammer and she was once again forced to remember the past.

A loud slam awoke her from her sleep; deliriously Ziva groaned as a sharp pain shot through her shoulder, she could feel a definite dislocation. She slowly opened her eyes, drinking in the surrounding as she did so. She could make out a small table at the far right corner and a door not so far away, a loud ceiling fan threatened to fall off at the next spin and a small window could be seen near the top. She inhaled deeply, a musty smell was coming from the room, and a faint hint of, wait- she could hear footsteps getting closer to the door. She looked up her training kicking in, ready to face the threat that had pound her to this chair.

"The door swung open a pale, sickly man walked through the door followed by two heavily armed guards dragging along another man, whose face she could not see. She carefully analysed the situation and realised that even if she freed herself from these bounds the guards would have their clips unloaded in milliseconds. However disturbingly the guards were not worrying her as much as the man they were dragging, he seemed familiar. Ziva gasped-panic shot through her veins and she felt instantly nauseated.

Tony! Tony! Wake up! Wake up! What the hell have you done to him? Tony!" Ziva slammed into her bounds tried to untie them but her shoulder protested wildly, the pain almost knocking her out again.

""Z…iiivaaa…?" Tony murmured, his head was spinning the pain at the back of his head was excruciating, but even if he was seconds away from death he could recognise her voice.

Tony! Are you okay? What happened?" she was finding it harder and harder to breath her throat was threatening to close up with the emotions of hatred and anger that were rising up.

Sweet cheeks, it is okay... I am okay…" But Tony knew he was not going to stay awake for much longer but he needed to say this, at least once, she needed to hear this.

"No Tony, do not worry I am going to get you of here, hold on." Ziva turned her head and glared at the sickly bastard who was going to die if she had a say in it." Who the hell are you? What the hell do you want with us?"

Now, now Ms David, your father taught you better than to swear to an old friend" He spoke with a faint Russian accent and a memory in Ziva's mind was triggered as she heard that insidious voice. She stiffened and realisation coursed through her veins, icing them as it flood through her. The Russian smiled, exposing his gold tooth.

""No." Ziva gasped her body trembling, "No, please, no" her voice broke as she looked over at her almost unconscious partner.

"No, please don't do this. Mishel he was different I had no choice but to kill him, he had turned against the op." "Please not him" Ziva begged something Tony had never heard her do before.

"Tony looked up at her with the last strength he had and dreamed. Dreamed about what they could have been what they should have had, and what he could have done before. He broke Gibb's Rule-Do not waste good, and that is exactly what he had done, out of fear, out of doubt he had stopped himself from living a life with her.

Ziva…listen…Tango Niner Niner…"he breathed, her head shot up as she heard the mission code- help was on the way. Hope threatened to bloom over her but she couldn't think it, not till Tony was out of that chair.

Ziva, listen, I should have… told you this a lifetime ago…"

"Tony, don't this is not the end, I won't let it be. Save your strength"

""Let me finish Ziva" Tony looked her in the eye, his hopes, dreams, and his love swimming in the depths. "I don't want a life…without you… and I am just so grateful to have had even a minute with you in my life."

"Ziva's tears spilt down her cheeks, she could not let this happen. Her heart it was falling, breaking, crying out to her, telling her she had to tell

him.

Tony, I love you." Tony's head moved up, his smile pulled up at one side. His heart was ready for death"

Good, good, feel the pain my Mishel did" the Russian accent poisoned her. He grabbed Tony's shoulder and placed his gun to his head.

NO! NO! NO! STOP!" Ziva roared and tried to break the chair, but it would not budge. Her desperation and her tears mixed as one as she tried to break free.

Tony! Tony! Run! Get up!" But Tony lulled back against his chair, his energy failing him.

"Tony! Please! You cannot leave me." Ziva faltered, "You cannot leave us"

"Tony's head jerked upwards he looked at Ziva and then at her stomach, covered with tattered clothing. His eyes met hers for confirmation and he saw it there, the life that he could have. He could not give up, he had been wrong; his heart was not ready for death. Not yet.

And then a gun went off and Ziva lost conscious once more.

Present Day

Ziva was pulled out of her memory by the sound of a knocking at the door. She dragged a quick hand through her eyes and told them to come in, expecting it to be Gibbs or Abby with another set off balloons. The door was pulled open and Ziva looked up.

"Hey Sweet cheeks"

The End

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