A/N: So this is my first fanfic, hopefully you like it! It takes place just after 9x24 "Til Death do us Part," and it's Tiva all the way.
Also, italics are Ziva's thoughts
I don't own these characters, although I wish I had the brains to be able to create characters.
Remembrances
Ziva awoke in the darkness of the elevator and instantly thought of Tony. She turned her head and saw that he was lying next to her, his arm wrapped protectively around her waist. She grinned in the darkness, knowing he wouldn't see it, and that he was probably still knocked out. Suddenly, his arm tightened around her, and she knew he was waking up.
"Tony," she started gently. "Tony, are you ok?"
There was no response from Tony, just heavy breathing. Maybe he's thinking about how close we are, too, thought Ziva. Maybe something will happen between us while we are stuck in this elevator waiting for someone to rescue us. Maybe… But her thoughts were interrupted by Tony moving around uncomfortably.
"Tony, are you ok? Are you hurt?"
"No, but you will be soon," replied Tony, pulling out his gun and pointing it in her face. "Tell me who you are and why we're here, in this, this…"
"Elevator," Ziva supplied. Unfortunately, this was reminding her of when Gibbs had gotten, what was it, retrograde amnesia? "My name is Ziva David, I work with you and McGee and Gibbs, and we are working on a case involving Harper Dearing. He put a bomb in the Director's SUV, and we were leaving in this elevator when the bomb presumably went off." She remembered when she brought Gibbs back to the present. It had not been easy, and she had a feeling the same would go for Tony. Her last hope was that this information would spark some memory, and he would return to normal, joking and quoting movies.
"I-I don't remember very much. I can remember everything before I got Y. pestis, but that was definitely before your time. What, um, what has happened since?"
"Oh, Tony," said Ziva, her voice thick. This was going to be worse than she had imagined. "I have been working with you for seven years, since Kate died. Do you not remember? The first day we met, I-I asked you if you were having phone sex." She smiles through her tears at this image, remembering it as clearly as yesterday. Indeed, how could I forget any moment spent with Tony, my lo- ? No, she had to stop thinking like that. He couldn't even remember her, let alone the fact that they were lovers.
"And I killed Ari, my brother, because he was going to shoot Gibbs, and I knew I had to protect him." This part, at least, was better. She had told this to Gibbs when he was recovering. "And then a little while later, we had to go undercover as married assassins, and that, that was when we felt- we, um, we felt a sparkle, a connection." She snapped her fingers for emphasis.
"You mean we felt a spark?" Despite his confusion regarding this woman he was trapped in an elevator with, he was beginning to like her.
"Yes, yes, a spark, whatever. But then things got complicated. You dated Jeanne Benoit f-for part of a secret mission for Jenny, and you, you fell in love with her."
Ziva was trying to talk through her tears, but she just kept stuttering. Instinctively, she leaned in to Tony, who, somewhat hesitantly, put his arms around her. He didn't quite remember everything, but, like a puzzle, he was starting to piece everything she had told him together, and he could see as a result that Tony and Ziva fit with each other perfectly.
When she had calmed down somewhat, Ziva continued. "But Jeanne found out about the real you, and you were so upset, Tony, I couldn't stand it. And I could not comfort you because I knew you were still in love with her. And in time, you were better, but then Jenny died. We-we were supposed to be her guards, but she did not call us, and by the time we found her, it was t-t-too late. She was dead." And with this, she leaned in to Tony's arms again.
And just as fast, she was leaning away from him again. "But-but then I met Michael. He was my boyfriend, and you killed him, Tony! And I felt so betrayed, I could not stay and work with you much longer. So I went back to Israel, rejoined Mossad, but then, then I was captured on a mission, by a man named Saleem, and every time they tortured me, I thought of you. I prayed I would get to see one more time before I died, and I did not think I would, but then...
"Then I came to save you and you were pissed at me for showing up."
Ziva turned around, stunned, a small smile appearing on her face. "Tony, you remembered!"
"Yeah, I guess I did. But tell me, what happened next?" He was grinning in the dark, the pieces already fitting in place, and by now he could remember the last few years almost perfectly.
"And then Abby made me realize I really needed to apologize to you for saving me, and I needed to tell you in private. So I followed you to the men's room and told you I was sorry to not have trusted you. You still seemed to think it was your fault, but I made sure you knew I was sorry for what I'd done to you. A few weeks later, we had to go to Paris, but there was only one room available, with one bed, which we both slept in. And then there was Ray, whom you called CIRay, and there was Wendy, your ex-fiance. The only significance of these people was that I realized it was you I wanted. Tony, there are so many memories, so many things I want to tell you, trust me."
"I do trust you, Ziva. But you forgot to mention the time when we were split up because Vance cut your position. Did you forget that time, when I missed you so much I could hardly stand it, and I put your picture up on my wall?"
"Oh, Tony. I-I didn't forget it, I just wanted to focus on the happy memories, the good times, the times when I realized that, I love you Tony. And I wanted to finish before anyone came to rescue us and we got separated possibly forever."
A look of concern came over Tony. "You're ok, aren't you? Oh, God, I should have asked you that right when I woke up. Zi, please, please, it's going to be ok."
At this point, Ziva had broken down again, tears streaming down her face as her mask crumbled under Tony's look of concern. "My- my leg, Tony. I haven't been able to feel it since I woke up. And it's creeping up my stomach now."
"Why didn't you say anything Zi? We could have been yelling for help all this time! HELP! HELP! SOMEONE HELP, WE HAVE INJURIES IN HERE TOO!"
"Tony! Tony, please. I just had to let you know that I love you, and, even, even if I die, know that, that I loved you, and if there was more time, I would be with you."
"Shhh Zi, shhh, it's going to be ok. We're going to make it out of here. You're going to live, and we're going to move into a wonderful house together, and Gibbs will be a-ok with us being a couple, trust me, ok?"
"I trust you, Tony," Ziva murmured into his shirt. She had not even realized at what point she had even grabbed his shirt. She sat up, and, looking into his eyes, kissed him full on the lips. It was a frantic kiss, like she knew she didn't have very much time left. He pressed his lips against hers, trying to stay calm and keep her calm, but tears were streaming down both of their faces as they attempted to remember each other's lips in what they knew was the end.
They were doing their best to keep the kiss going forever, but Tony knew the lack of oxygen wasn't good for his head, and he guessed it was worse for Ziva's condition. After a few moments, Ziva broke off their kiss reluctantly, looked into his eyes, and whispered "I love you" just before she fell back, unconscious.
A/N: I hope you liked it! Reviews would be much appreciated, also I don't know whether I should continue on, or leave the story at that.
Let me know! xx