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Chapter 2 : You Said You'd Grow Old With Me - Michael Schulte / Inner Demons – Julia Brennan
Effort and courage are not enough without purpose and direction.
- JFK-
Previously on NCIS ...
« She is my family » said Tony, « And I won't let her down … »
Vance come closer to him, scanning his face.
His featuring was deep and a tiny tear, he had try to hold back so hard, was running down his cheek.
« Pack your bag, you are on the next fly to Tel Aviv
He felt it. The warmth of her country. The burning sun on the desert floor.
As a perfect classic tourist he get out of the plane all by himself. Waiting longs minutes for someone to check his passport, to get his bag and then go rent a car.
Hour 1.
First he had chosen to go to her house, to her home which is now back to a dust sate.
He had almost lost himself as he went through the tiny dusty roads.
Abruptly he stopped.
He was not expecting this… He knew it had burn, but not that much … The spectacle was disturbing: the house was no more.
Nothing last forever...
But, a part of this, nothing had change. The tall trees were still standing, transforming the light as the day goes by.
He was admiring the hundred-years-old trees when his phone rang…
A text.
From Gibbs.
He tried to take a deep breath, but it was not enough, the burning in his chest was getting worst as the cold on his skin was barely tolerable.
"What am I doing here ?" .
She is dead.
A body has been found…
She is dead.
"What am I doing here ?"
"Why did I cross the ocean one more time ?"
"What am I looking for ?"
"Damn DiNozzo ! What is wrong with you !?" Fat tears start to roll on his cheeks.
« Where are you Ziva ? You just can't leave like this … Send me a message, send me a sign … Please. »
He found himself speaking out loud, and suddenly feels stupid… But maybe, also relieved, to ask her directly… Because maybe she will hear him. Somehow …
Hours kept going and he stayed there with an empty look, staring at the house, if we can still call that a house. It was more of a dark pile of pieces laid down on the floor.
His mind was still running free as the shadows were growing.
He couldn't stop thinking : Why are you here ? Why are you here ? Why Tony ?
Because …
Because he couldn't accept that she is dead ?
No !
He was here because he felt, he knew she is was alive out there.
Through them link, the bound they were sharing, he knew.
His inside fire raised again and he started screaming in the middle of nowhere : « Ziva ! I know you are alive ! I promise you : I'll find you, whatever it cost ! I'll never let you ! Never… ».
Full of this absurd positive energy he jumped back in his car and drove to the Mossad. He needed information and the only place he could found them was there.
…
« Tony we were looking forward to have news from you ».
« You do Director ? »
« Of course Tony, we all know how much you are important to Ziva…. And how much she was important to you. We are so sorry Tony. «
« She is important to me … She still is. » his voice was getting low, just as much as his eyes. The pain and the fear had not leave his body yet, and speaking about her in the past was killing him.
When his strength finally came back he asked her with a steady voice « I need a favour ? ». Tony's eyes where hopeful, « I need to see her … I need to say good bye … Can you bring me close to her ? »
Orli study him closely « Tony I don't think … ».
« Please ? » his eyes were getting wet as his heart tighten.
« I'll call an agent. He will bring you down there. »
« Thank you »
« Tony be careful, if you go to close to the fire you might get burn ». It was just an illustration or some sort of expression but for Tony it looks more like a confession.
« Nice picture… »
« Oh… I am sorry Tony; you know that was not what I meant … You see, she is dead. You can't bring her back … »
« I know, but I need to tell her good bye… Once last time ».
« Ok, take care, and make me call if you need anything… »
« Thank you, Director » He turned around and understood why Ziva didn't like her, she was a dragon protecting her castle… Dragon … Tony this was getting worst.
…
The Mossad morgue was the same of Ducky's one : Cold, lifeless and clean.
« Door 6 Agent DiNozzo ».
« Could you leave me alone; I can't do that with you around ».
The Mossad agent respectfully leaved the room « Agent DiNozzo, I'll be waiting outside, call me when you feel like leaving, but please take you time. »
He would. He would take his time, waiting for his mind and his heart to accept the fact : after opening the metal door he will have his answer, and no one will be able to change it.
There was only two ways: Hope will bring him back to life, or sadness will make his heart stop.
His hand reached for the handle.
The cold touch made him shiver.
"Breath, keep breathing, do not give up on her … "
But he couldn't !
His hand pulled away in a painful movement.
He coudn't, that was too much painful. This situation was a nightmare! He wanted to cry, kick, scream …. And as usual he did none of it. He simply sat on the floor, his back on the door number 6.
Allowing the cold to make his way through his body, numbing the abominable pain crushing his heart.
His eyes were lost, making them way thought the room, memorizing the details, the possible exit as her partner use to do until couple months ago.
Her laugh was still in his head, a sweet melody, a light touch of love …
Suddenly his brain saw it ! His eyes had been going through the room for the third time when is brain finally registered it ! The medical records were on the desk in the back of the room.
He pulled his self-up, and walked toward it.
Number six, number six. His mind was running to his full capacity once again, fingers working quickly through the files …. Stop ! Got it ! Number six !
After sitting his self in the nearest chair, he tried to calm his self, focusing his mind « Stop thinking DiNozzo ! If you are here it's because you need, and you want answer, go ! Open it ! »
His motivation speech had been effective: He opened the file. Letting his eyes absorbing the information faster than it thought he was able to.
The answer !
The answer was there.
Right in front of his eyes.
The tears had already start to run on his two-day-bear.
His hands were shaking too much, but he not bothered to stop them….