24/04/09 11:03 PM
A/N: Sorry this has taken so long, I've been really sick and nocturnal so I really have had more time to write but I just haven't really had the strength. Sorry for any mistakes but I'm still not well and I'm still quite shaky and dizzy, even lying down. All I have to say on the topic of the most recent interview/spoilers is that he was avoiding the question and …that's not good.
Please enjoy this! :D
Disclaimer: I lay no claim on Tony and Ziva or any other part of the show NCIS.
(Not in the mood for somewhat witty remarks, I've got to save them for the story!)
This is dedicated to my cat Piper who I have recently started calling 'my ninja'. :D
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"You're my assassin Ziva, you're my partner, you're my friend and I am not letting you go back just so you can be another disposable assassin!" She heard Abby cry again and knew that he wouldn't let her be.
"Tony, I am leaving and that is final. Good bye." She snapped her phone shut, ending the call.
"Shit." She muttered.
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Ziva zipped up her suitcase and stood it up next to the door of her apartment. She closed her eyes and ran a hand through her hair. She looked at her suitcase sitting there like it was no big deal, because it isn't.
You are an assassin, disposable. You are leaving to serve your country. One side thought
Tony said tha—
Who cares what Tony says, it argued back. You were born in Israel and if need be you will die there.
With an internal debate going on inside of her she slouched into her couch and laid her head back on the headrest. "Shut up!" She screamed at herself.
"Ziva," a voice said from behind the door. She immediately recognized it as Tony's.
"Tony, please for the last time I am leaving." She said, still sitting on her couch.
"Ziva, open the damn door."
"Why don't you pick the lock Tony, you are, after all the federal agent." She spat.
"I wanted to give you the choice Ziva because I know how hard it is to leave behind a family, to leave behind everyone you ever loved."
Her face hardened.
"Then why did you tell me to open the door."
"Because maybe, just maybe, I wanted to see you one last time before you went back to Israel and got yourself shot or blown up!"
"Tony," She got up. "I am not," she walked to the door. "Going to" she unlatched it. "Get myself" she unlocked it. "Blown up!" She swung the door open to see a less than DiNozzo quality Tony standing in the corridor. Ziva was shocked by her partner's appearance, he was still in the clothes he had been wearing the previous day, she'd obviously been so lost in her own world that it had been raining. Did he walk here? She questioned herself. Tony would never go outside looking like that.
"You do realize that leaving affects the rest of us right? Abby is crushed! Gibbs is letting us have the day off because of you, for all the wrong reasons!--" He towered above her but she didn't move or even flinch at his grand gestures emphasizing his point.
"Tony," she interrupted him. "I am leaving in one hour and I'd like that last hour before a fourteen hour flight to be relaxing and not a yelling match with you! Just leave!" She shoved him out the door and locked & latched it. She slid down the back of the door until she reached the floor where she began wiping the tears out of her eyes before they fell.
"Shit."
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Tony sat on the other side of the door listening to her cry. It was the first time he had ever been the one to make her cry and it made him feel terrible.
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One Hour Later.
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Flight #67487 to Tel Aviv is open for boarding at gate 23. Flight #67487 to Tel Aviv is open for boarding at gate 23.
Ziva stood up with her carry on bag slung over her shoulder. Finally. The stress faded and she looked down at her boarding pass. First Class. She remembered the last time she flew to Israel she had been first class and how Tony— Stop right there before you turn back.
Ziva handed her boarding pass over to the young flight attendant and walked down the freezing corridor to the plane doors, collecting headphones, a blanket and a pillow as she went.
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God do I wish Ziva was driving right now. Tony thought a he evaded near collisions on his way to the airport, it was five minutes before they were meant to board and he had just gotten into the car park. He slammed the door and ran through to the entrance.
Flashing his badge he got past security checkpoints until he reached the gate where he was greeted by a security guard just locking the doors to the corridor.
"Federal Agent, there's a suspected felon on that flight who I have been sent to arrest."
"And what department are you from sir?"
"NCIS so open up."
"I can' let you thr—"
"Bring it up with Agent Gibbs later but right now I have to get on that plane."
"Okay sir." He pulled out his intercom. "Open up the doors, there is a felon on that plane and an agent has come to get them, let him pass."
"Thank you."
Tony ran down the corridor at a dangerous pace. The attendants let him through and he jumped the stairs two at a time to get to first class.
He looked across each row until right down the back of the plane he saw Ziva looking out the window brushing the tears from her face.
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She looked up at Tony as he stood at her row. "Thank you." She whispered as he took her hand and put the cuffs around her wrists, the smirked at each other. He held he hands behind her back as he escorted her off the plane then as they made their way into the corridor he unlocked to cuffs and flung her arms around his neck, sobbing into his shoulder. "Thank you Tony." He smoothed down her hair and pressed his lips to her forehead as she looked back up at him. He lowered his hands and re-clipped the cuffs.
"Why am I back in cuffs Tony?"
"Because, Zi-va Might not get another chance to have you in cuffs" He joked.
"Oh don't you worry about that Tony, you will get many more chances to see me in cuff." She shot back
"See this why I wouldn't let you leave, can't do this kinda stuff with McGeek."
"I would hope not." She said, grinning up at him. He lowered his head and his lips me hers. He heard a click and felt Ziva's arms snake around his neck as his went around her waist, pulling her closer. He pulled away first when oxygen made it's presence known. "I would certainly hope not." She said as he re-re-locked the cuffs.
A/N: THAT'S IT GUYS!! Sorry it took longer than expected but I've been really sick.
I originally didn't want it to be a 'happy ending' but I really couldn't help myself, I had had the cuffs bit stuck in my head all day!!!
Hope you liked it! I have two other NCIS stories called Facebook Quizzes and I'd Be Happy to Die for a Taste of what Angel Had (both are one shots at the moment.)