WOW! Do I still have readers? *blinks and waves hello*
I do not post here so much any more but for those of you that still read, here is a bit of a treat for you! Post Berlin
The car alarm wailed as the dark colored SUV collided through Ziva's door, shattering glass and bending the metal car door into her side. She screamed out Tony's name and he scrambled around for her hand once again. Ziva tried to move but her seat belt tightened up and her eyes filled with tears.
"Ziva!" Tony shouted as loud as he could, tears welling in his eyes as the air bags inflated and hit both of them directly in the chest. He was propelled back into his chair with enough force to hurt him.
Ziva let out a sharp cry of pain loud enough for Tony to hear, loud enough to send chills up and down his spine, she gripped his hand as hard as she could and —- relaxed.
"Had she blacked out?" He thought to himself as he started getting dizzy. "Ziva?" Tony whispered. "Ziva?…"
Everything started spinning and lights were flashing and he blacked out.
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"Abba?" Ziva looked around. There was a strange silence and nothing but glowing lights surrounding her father. She realized she was back in her father's office in Israel, but the walls and floors were white - an eerie glowing white. He was seated in his big desk chair like he had back in his office in Israel and spun around to see her.
"Ziva, I missed you," Eli comforted her and stood up from his chair. Ziva walked forward on the nonexistent floor to stand before her father. "It's time to join me, Ziva," Ziva felt her body tense and she began to shake.
"No, Abba, I cannot," Ziva started to cry, "I cannot! I cannot leave Tony!"
"You won't have to leave him, Ziva, he is here too… let us go finish our dinner together," Ziva heard a knock on a door and she turned around to see Tony standing behind her, just like she last saw him. "Tony?" Ziva sniffled.
Tony didn't say anything. He just stood there, walked up behind Ziva, hugging her from behind. As soon as she went to wrap her arms around his, in front of her, as she closed her eyes while cracking a small smile, he disappeared.
"What is going on, Abba?" Ziva cried out.
"It appears you have been given a second chance," Eli answered. "That is a shame, I wish we had more time together. Time to talk about things, things I would have liked to have done differently. I am sorry, Ziva. I really am," Eli sat down in his seat and grumbled a bit.
"But I warn you, Ziva. He is the one, you need him as much as he needs you. Be careful not to lose him or you will regret it. He is yours now, please, go after him and live your life out with him. Have beautiful children, enjoy growing old together, so that when you look back on your life you will be content. Do not end up like me. Go with Tony, he loves you. And I know you love him, Ani ohev otach, Ziva. I love you," Everything vanished at once and the lights began to dim.
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"Tony?" Ziva gasped, the air bag slowly deflating.
"Ziva?" Tony whimpered, grabbing for her hand once more, squeezing it lightly.
"I love you," she whispered, a tear streaming down your face.
"It will be okay, sweet cheeks. I promise you." Tony gasped loudly, the pain in his chest began to burn. "I love you," he whispered before blacking out. Ziva began to cry as his hand went limp in hers.