I didn't put a disclaimer in the first chapter... If I was DPB would I have called myself Peacheh-Kate??? No I don't think so. Unless I was trying to throw you all off my scent. If I was famous I would totally call myself utterly random. PeachyKeen is the 'username' of the minute. Not sure why... Anyway...
On with the Zibbs-fest. =] (P.S. Vance might be mentioned somewhere in this story, but I'm not sure because I was writing two at the same time, literally, I was writing this and then skipping off to the other window and writing a para of something else.) SO Warning for those who don't know who Vance is ... Go watch the show. Then come back. And leave me a loverly review. [Not a typo, it's how it came out when I read that sentence aloud so I edited it lol]
Chapter Two
Tony dove forwards and knocked Ziva off of her feet. She landed on her front; Tony lay on top of her. Several rocks from the surrounding walls of the tunnel bounced around them, Ziva felt Tony grabbing her wrist and yanking her upright and running down the tunnel. They got so far and then stopped the tunnel seemingly more secure. They both turned and looked back down the tunnel the light from both of their torches lighting far enough down to see that it had caved in. Ziva groaned and let her torch carrying hand fall to her side, the light casting a small circle on the floor next to her foot.
"We are stuck…" Tony observed she rolled her eyes before the realisation caught up with her.
"That was a bomb, if Gibbs had known he would have warned us, yes? What if he didn't know, the explosion would have killed him, and Tim both of them." Ziva spoke at a rapid pace she was half tempted to run back down the tunnel and try to dig her way out to find out if they were alive. She knew it would be futile. She glanced at Tony who seemed to be having the same thoughts. She took in a deep breath and turned on her heel. Turned her back on the way towards Gibbs. She began to walk down the tunnel the way they were originally walking.
Tony eventually did similar, the pair walked in silence not knowing where they were going to come out but neither caring. Their thoughts were both with their co-workers and the lack of communication they had with them. They both disliked the not knowing, like walking in to a room unprepared. It may be a group of terrorists, a bomb, or a lion. They walked quietly for at least half an hour before Ziva stopped abruptly, she also switched her torch off. Tony almost walked in to her but he managed to stop himself in time. He flicked his torch off as well and placed a hand on her arm in question. She took a tentative step backwards and turned to Tony.
"Voices." She whispered and Tony took a step around her and strained his ears. Sure enough he could hear the faint noise of people talking floating toward them. He began to walk forward tentatively so as to make as little noise as possible. Ziva followed behind, making even less noise. After a couple of minutes it was Tony's turn to stop abruptly. He flung out an arm and Ziva stopped dead too. Tony pressed himself against the wall of the tunnel and Ziva did similar. He turned his head towards her and could see she looked confused. The further along the tunnel they got the stronger the voices got. Tony had managed to deduce it was not English but didn't have the patience to get Ziva to translate it.
"The tunnel turns, 90 to the left. There is light at the end." He couldn't help but smile at the stupidity of his comment. "No pun intended but if we go there we will be going towards the light. I caught a brief glimpse of guns and not much else." Ziva nodded before glancing back the way they had come from.
"Great, we either get shot at or go back and die from starvation. This is not my day." She quietly ranted. The two slowly made their way further back down the tunnel where they sat far enough away to be out of sight. Close enough that they could hear the distant rumble of voices. Ziva pulled her knees up to her chin and wrapped her arms around them, her gun pointing towards the voices just in case. Tony was seated opposite her he was watching the tunnel as was Ziva.
"What do we do?" Ziva asked after a while.
"Wait? Gibbs'll find us, Gibbs always finds us." Tony replied.
"We can't just wait, he might have been in the warehouse, and what do we do then? Nobody else knows where we are, it'll take days to get through all of that rubble. Identifying the bodies and then to get to the point where they can FIND the trap door. They may never do if the tunnel has caved in. We are going to be stuck down here forever waiting for Gibbs to arrive. We might as just shoot ourselves and meet him in heaven."
"Calm down Ziva." He commented. "We'll find a way out, okay. We'll just think about it, think of a plan."
"We should see if we can get a decent view of what's happening down at the end of this tunnel and if we can sneak out. No points starting a fire fight if we can just sneak out. I'll go, you wait here I won't be long." She quickly and quietly vanished down the tunnel before Tony could comment. He just watched her sneak away from sight down the dark tunnel.
Ziva crept silently towards the edge of the tunnel, pausing every few minutes to ensure that she was being deathly quiet. She eventually reached the edge of the tunnel and slowly flattening herself against the wall again, removed a small compact mirror from her pocket. She flipped it open and carefully and slowly held it up and directed it so she could see around the corner. Two men, talking in hushed tones. She flicked the mirror lightly angling it to take in another portion of the room; her heart jumped lightly, stairs.
She went through all of what she could see before heading back down the tunnel as silently as she had walked up it to find Tony waiting for her. Exactly where she left him. She crouched down next to him and told him everything she had seen. They quickly formulated a plan and walked slowly down the tunnel to be closer to the voices. They waited for at least an hour before they heard the creek of stairs and then the sounds of a door overhead clanging shut. Ziva whipped out her mirror and scanned the area before peeking her head around and making sure it was clear. She then signalled to Tony and the two crept around the corner.
The room was like a bulb shape, extended off the tunnel. There was a small round table situated on the floor with three spindly chairs around it. Two had been previously occupied as Ziva had seen. They walked around the table and took in everything about the room, Ziva pocketed several pieces of paper that had been laid out on the table regardless of what was written on them. They then made their way to the staircase, looking underneath it to check and make sure it was clear. They slowly and cautiously crept up the staircase. They paused at the top and Tony pushed his ear against the door.
"Silent. Think they have left the area?" He whispered towards Ziva who shook her head but then shrugged and nodded towards the door indicating it was that or wait down here for somebody to come back. Tony pulled open the door and darted inside his gun clutched in his hand. Ziva followed him, luckily the room was deserted. The two glanced around and located the two doors leading off the room. They each strode to one and placed their ears against it. Ziva signalled to Tony to tell him it was quiet. Tony quietly half ran half shuffled towards her.
"Sounds like there are about twenty people behind the other door." He muttered as he got closer. Ziva pulled the door open and Tony pointed his gun in to the room. He muttered clear as he got further in. They scaled the room and then stood in the middle looking back into the previous room. There was only one door. Which meant that the way out was through all of those people. Ziva walked forwards and gently pushed the door closed and sat behind it. Tony frowned at her and she shrugged.
"I bet I can outlast them. Unless they have everything they need to survive they will have to leave eventually, and we'll follow." Tony nodded and sat down next to her. They sat and waited, eventually after several long hours heard the distant sounds of car engines starting up. Tony was the first out of his stupor. He leapt up eager to get out of the building. Ziva slowly followed suite, she pushed an ear to the door and figuring that the adjoining room was clear she opened the door a crack. She peered out to make sure and sure enough it was empty. She carefully stepped out and pulled her gun back out and walked towards the second door.
She pushed an ear to the door while Tony arrived behind her. She kept her ear there for at least thirty seconds before turning to Tony and shrugging. He did similar, another thirty seconds. He nodded and she pulled the door open while Tony pointed his gun in to the gap between door and wall. By the time the door had been pulled open fully Tony had already sent three bullets flying from his gun and received several back in retaliation. Ziva whipped around the door and began firing around at the men in the room, there was at least fifteen. The two stood at the doorway taking cover and simultaneously firing back at them.
It didn't take long for blood to be dripping on to the floor near the doorway. Tony and Ziva shared a concerned glance thinking that they were seriously screwed. The blood began to form a pool but the two NCIS agents kept shooting back, the injured party giving as good as they had gotten if not better.
Back to my usual AN comments, I didn't have ANY on the previous chapter kinda makes me sad. Anyways hope you like it. Don't know where its going ... its a working progress oh and my first Zibbs fic. Some freaks over at CBS converted me... Although I still have to upload the sequel to my other fic which is Tiva and Jibbs and McAbby. You may have to forgive me on that one when it goes up. [And it will, one day. I solemly swear on ... er... DARK CHOCOLATE.]