Hi everybody! I'm a new writer here, so... yeah. I'd appreciate it if you could let me know what you think. You can decide who you think the second character is, but I have a feeling most of you will pick who I envisioned it for as I wrote. :)
There was no time for fear, just action. The moment she heard the blast, she ran. Not away from the building like the rest of the crowd, but toward it. He was in there. Alone, maybe he was already… no, she couldn't think like that. Not now, not him. Her lungs were burning; she was running right into the smoke. She was almost to the door; it was miraculously intact, when an arm caught her around the waist. At first, she struggled violently against the restraint. A rough voice tried to calm her. It told her it was useless; don't risk your own life. It's not what he would want. It's too late. She collapsed into the body behind her, screaming. No! No! Not now, not him. The screams slowly died into sobs, the gut wrenching sobs of someone who has lost everything. And then… she woke up. She woke with tears streaming down her face and an arm around her waist. A strong, comforting arm. "Ziva? Zi? Shhh, I'm here." And he was. It was ok.