Sixty seconds
The difference between life and death is one millisecond. There are four bombs set outside the box that Ziva and Tony now occupy that are set to go off in sixty seconds. Ziva look around the small space looking for an escape route of some sort. Her heart is pound a million miles and hours. Her skin turning sickly pale at the sheer fear of knowing this is the end. This is real life and there is no one to swoop in and save you while wearing tights far to tight.
50 seconds
Tony glances at Ziva trying to read her. She looks as terrified as he feels right now. He reaches out his hand to graze her arm but she jerks it away as if he had burned her. The flash of hurt lasted only a moment, but a moment too long. "Hey, what's wrong with you. I was trying to see if you were okay. Sorry for caring," Tony snapped at her.
"Oh thats rich coming from mister playboy himself," she snarled.
40 seconds
"At least i have a life. At least someone wants to sleep with me unlike you because you are impossible to live with."
"You think i caannot get a man to sleep with me? I assure you I have many men willing to sleep with me," she shouted at him. At some point they ended up chest to chest heavily breathing trying to refrain from killing one another.
30 seconds
His green eyes darken to a forest green engulfed in rage. Her blackend eyes darts all over his face all of a sudden nervous. "We have mear seconds left to live and were going to spend them fighting?" His voice sounded so calm and smooth compare to his earlier shouting. "Ziva, I don't want to fight with you. Please, look I'm sorry."
20 seconds
Ziva took one last look at his eyes pooled with regret, worry, fear, and love. She lightly grazed her lips with his. Peppering his lips with light kisses with occasional nibbles. His hands entangle in hair curls pulling them back from her mocha skin. Her hands traveled down his sides looping her fingers in his belt loop to pull him closer. She moan softly as he slips his tongue into her mouth.
10 seconds
Bombs long forgotten Tony pulls Ziva as close to his body as physically possible as he kisses away the worries that occupy her mind. They break apart sucking in much needed breath. It Tears him apart to see the sadness etched across her face. She has long since put down her mask and left herself vulnerable. He softly pecks her lips before opening his mouth.
3.. "Ziva" 2.. "I" 1.. "want you to know-" Zero. Blackness explodes and colors the space that once supported human life.
There were two paths and i chose the wrong path so now, now the body i live in is the body i die in.
Rebirth