His heart was beating so hard. So hard that he thought it was going to beat out of his chest. He swallowed hard, mouth dry. They were so close they were basically on top of one another. Their breathing shallow and fast. Both of them tried to be quiet, they tried to shorten their breaths.
Trying was something they were so use to. It was seond nature to both of them... Trying to pretend that they were just partners, close and sibling like. Trying to pretend that neither of them had feelings for one another. Trying to push their fantasies of one another to the backs of their mind. Trying to free themselves of the want that was so evident. Trying to bottle it all up. Trying to please their boss. Trying to find some good.
Trying not to love one another.
Trying and failing.
Tony's head snapped back into the reality of it all. He remained composed, expressionless as he slightly jolted his head to face his partner. Her head was bleeding, from a large cut in her hair line. Her weapon drawn, despite the fact that both of them were out of amo, game face on. Although there was a hint of pain behind her confident facade. Tony wanted to push her hair behind her ear and kiss her. Kiss her with everything he had, until he absolutely needed to breath. Kiss her until she fell limp into his body and felt as strongly for him as he did for her. Truth is, he wouldn't have to kiss her for very long at all.
The shots had stopped. Neither of them were game to move. Through the gun fire, yelling and the reloading of weapons they had distinctly heard the thud of a body hit the ground. Neither of them wanted to see if it was one of them. They sat, hunched behind a hollowed out drum exhausted from the fire fight, praying that Gibb's and McGee were okay.