So I finally went back and watched the finale and all I have to say is September is too far away! :( So I wrote this to ease my mind a little.
Each chapter is based on a different character or characters. Chapter one is Tony and Ziva. All the chapter titles are based on the song Mad World by Gary Jules as well as the story.
Disclaimer: I Own Nothing.
Reality Is Madness
Debris floated through the air, the dim lighting settling around them in a haze. Zivas brown eyes blinked furiously, attempting to find out what was going on. Her cheek was pressed to the floor and she turned her head for a better view of her surroundings.
She could see Tony next to her, his head turned the other way. She panicked when the rise and fall of his chest couldn't be seen. Pushing herself onto her knees Ziva ignored her muscles protests and shook him gently.
"Tony," her voice was cracked and the small space seemed to spin around her. She could hear a soft moan as Tony stirred slightly.
He rolled his head and looked up at her, a stream of blood trickling down his forehead. She could see a gash just above his eye, it was deep and needed stitches. Using the sleeve of her shirt Ziva gently wiped the blood away, her eyes pools of concern although she tried not to let it show.
"What happened?" he rasped, trying to sit up. Ziva used her other hand to gently push him back down, letting his head rest in her lap.
"The bomb must have went off," she whispered. His body settled against hers as her fingers traveled delicately through his hair, a comforting gesture using the little strength she seemed to have left.
There was a ghostly silence around them, only the sound of their uneven breathing seemed to accompany them. They were clinging to each other like oxygen sources, fearing that if they let go they may lose each other forever. Zivas hand was wrapped protectively in Tonys while she used the other to clean off more of the blood. She rested her head against the wall and closed her eyes.
"Ziva," Tonys broken whisper echoed through the tiny space and she looked up briefly.
"Don't go to sleep," he whispered. "I can't do this alone." she could feel the tears clinging to her eyelashes as she swallowed the lump in her throat. She cupped his face with her hand and rubbed her thumb over his cheek.
"You are not doing this alone Tony, I am not going anywhere," she promised in a soft voice. His head was still in her lap, his hands folded on his stomach while he looked up at the ceiling.
"You know this isn't all bad. We could be at a wedding," he joked. Ziva laughed with him, her eyes twinkling.
"Yes, and we would not want that." she replied. Tonys body shook against hers, he was laughing.
"Oh, I don't know, I think one day we will. Because when we get older and we can't rely on our job to keep us busy we might finally be ready." Ziva smiled at his words. She loved when he opened up to her.
"Well that will not happen if we can't get out of here." She said in a cracked voice. Tony squeezed her fingers tightly.
"We will get out of here," he growled. "You can't think like that."
Ziva laughed dryly.
"How can you be so sure? A bomb just exploded and we don't know how many are dead, we don't know what it looks like out there. We are lucky if this building doesn't fall on top of us!" She snapped. Slowly the tears made their way down her pale cheeks. Her shoulders shook and she lost her grip on Tonys hand.
He watched in amazement, seeing this woman cry in front of him. It was unusual, she was always so calm. Now she was scared and vulnerable and that made her all the more beautiful. Slowly Tony sat himself up, pulling Zivas shaking frame against him. He ran his fingers through her dark curls, his breath tickling her cheeks with every breath he took.
"Ziva, we're gonna get out of here. I promise." His gentle voice seemed to calm some of the tears and soon her body relaxed against his, her sobs turning to sniffles. Tony gently rubbed her back with small soothing cirlces, lips pressed against her temple.
"Better?" He asked as she sat herself up and joined him against the wall. She nodded and wiped her red, puffy eyes.
"Yes. I'm sorry. You should not have seen that." she said. Her head rested against the wall, a deep sigh exiting her lips.
"Hey it's alright. " He insisted once more, reaching up to wipe a stray tear.
"I just do not know what to do. It makes me feel weak." she admitted sadly. Tony lifted her chin with his fingers.
"Ziva, the day you turn weak is the day the boss man gives up his coffee. You have nothing to worry about." This got a laugh out of her as her head rested against his shoulder.
"At least we have each other," he said, kissing her hair. she smiled into his neck, breathing in the woodsy scent of his skin. Ziva realized she was fine, because she wasn't alone. She had Tony, and he had her. Together they were invincible, only to be broken by each other. So when the lights began to flicker and the ground shook once more they weren't scared.
They embraced it with open eyes and even breathing. Even when they were alone in the darkness it was alright, because they had each other and nothing else mattered.
