A/N hey guys, by now I guess everyone has heard that Cote is leaving NCIS, and I'm sad too, but I wrote this, it's not the best I've ever done, but I was just so overwhelmed by fangirl feels I just had to do this. (I'm so sad that I can't even write a good author's note, oh gosh.)
-Eliza
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS at all. If I did, I don't think Cote would be leaving so soon.
{Chapter 1}
"Ziva?" Tony called, cautiously, as he inched his way around the corner, hoodie brushing along the grimy walls. "Ziva?" In his hands, he gripped a piece of wood, a substitute for the gun he usually had. The gun he had traded in to save his boss. Not that he regretted the decision, but a gun would be way better than a stick of wood.
"Anything?" a voice said into his ear. Tony jumped a little, then remembered McGee's idea of using earphones equipped with a microphones in place of their earwig, another thing they no longer had any right to use, since it was NCIS equipment. It was a brilliant idea, though he would never tell him that.
"Nope. I don't see her." He murmured back, a little more loudly than he was comfortable with. "You?"
"Nothing." There was a commotion on the other end. "Tony?"
"Did you hear that?" he asked, making his way down the hallway. "Sounded like voices." McGee was silent. "Timmy? You haven't abandoned me, have you?"
"I'm one level above you, okay?" A crack made the both of them freeze. Two cracks and a third rang out, followed by the pattering of footsteps, running away.
"Shots fired." A man dashed out of nowhere, barely missing Tony. "He's on my level." McGee sucked in a breath. "The shooter just ran off." Stick poised, Tony took deep, shuddery breaths, taking one slow step after another. He pushed a door open. Gasped.
"Uh, Tony?" McGee enquired. "Everything okay?"
"It's her, McGee. It's Ziva. She's been shot." He ran over to her, hunkering down. He tapped her cheek, taking in the blood spilling from the wounds. "Ziva."He was already pulling off his hoodie to compress the wounds, when Ziva's eyes opened, slowly.
"Tony?" she asked, dazed. "Of all the people who could have found me, it had to be you." Tony was trying to keep it together, taking slow breaths to keep the tears from spilling out.
"Of course it's me. I've got your back, remember?" Keeping one hand compressing the wound, he pulled his cellphone, and dialled 911. "You're going to be alright, Ziva." He paused for a moment. "Yeah, hi, there's been shots fired, and I need an ambulance at this location immediately! Okay, do hurry." He slipped the phone back into his jeans pocket. Just hang on for a little while, Ziva." She just smiled weakly at him. "Don't die on me. You are NOT allowed to die." On the earpiece in his ear, he heard McGee gasp.
"Boss? What're you doing here?"
A/N I really hope I haven't really done any damage to anyone.. (still drowning in my feels, do forgive me if my author's notes sound weird..) Anyway, do review, it would make my day! (it won't take long:P)
Till the next chapter,
Eliza:)