A/N: A fic made purely for fun. If you like either character, give it a shot. Its just one of those nagging storylines that's begging to be written. Reviews would be nice and I hope you enjoy.

Parachute
"I know this life isn't going to be perfect, the ups and downs are gonna be worth it, as long as I'm with you."
- Ally Dawson

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~*GH*~

Waiting in what felt like a never ending line that didn't seem to have moved in the last hour as she waits to go through customs, Elizabeth swears she'll will most assuredly die of boredom if this line doesn't start moving soon. It just never fails. No matter what flight she chooses, there's always one person in the entire line that decides taking their shoes off is beneath them and proves to be a huge complication for everyone else in line. If she weren't already mentally imagining what DC will be like once she gets there, she swears she'd just about lose it and rip those shoes off the guy herself or whatever happens to be the case at the front of the line.

"You give yet?" a voice sounds off a few feet from her, causing her to smiles softly.

"Jason." she shakes her head. "Is this your doing?"

"Me?" he feigns offence. "Not even I'm that good."

"Sure you aren't." she says sarcastically. "I wouldn't put anything past you."

"Point taken." he smiles slightly. "But this really isn't my doing."

"Fine." she concedes. "I believe you."

"Good." he replies simply. "So?"

"First checking in my luggage was hell and now this...fine." she groans, stepping out of the line. "I give."

"Come on." he takes her carry on from her and slings it over his shoulder before showing her to the exit that will bring them to the private section of the airport. "The pilot's already set and ready for you to board the plane."

"My luggage?"

"Johnny was able to get it before they were able to process it into the system." he says simply. "Its already on board."

"What if I didn't agree?"

"I would have found a way to convince you." he counters smoothly, his usual smirk on his face. "We're friends, Liz. Did you really think I'd let you fly coach?"

"I guess not." she laughs softly. "Thank you, Jason, for everything."

"You never have to thank me." he says firmly as he wraps his arms around her once they reached the stairs to the plane. "Any way I can convince you to take Johnny with you?"

"What do you think?" she counters, pulling away slightly to meet his eyes. "I'll be fine. Promise."

"Okay." he concedes. "Fair warning, though, first sign of trouble and I'll be the one on the next plane out to DC."

"Vibrantly noted." she accepts before placing a soft kiss upon his cheek. "I'll see you when I get back."

"Stay safe."

"You, too."

Taking her carry on from him, Elizabeth boards the plane before taking one last look at him and continuing on to her seat. From hours in line that would have lead to hours more had she stayed to boarding a plane and preparing for take off, she just couldn't believe how quickly she'll be off the ground and on her way to DC.

Compared to her previous flight, she'll definitely be making better time now than if she were to have stayed in that line. She had wanted to pay her way, but she also should have known that Jason wouldn't let that happen. Hell, knowing him, the money from her ticket is probably already back in her account by now. Letting out a soft laugh, she gets comfortable in her seat for the short hour flight to DC, anxious to lay eyes on her boyfriend and officially get her vacation started.

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~*NCIS*~

Groaning inwardly, Tony tries his best to hold in his frustration as he's observing the interrogation, swearing he could have had this done by now. Of course, the probie needs the experience, but he has places to be and it didn't include standing there to observe the probie's technique.

With the boss in MTAC with the director, its his job to be standing there while the interrogation is in progress. Apparently probie isn't experienced enough to go at it without sidelined supervision. At least, that's what he has come to believe, needing to in order to stomach having to observe his interrogations.

"Crap." he mutters irritably as he checks his phone, having received a new text message.

Caught an earlier flight. Be there soon.

Great. Can't wait to see you. he replies quickly before shutting his cellphone and sliding it into his pocket. This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all.

"Dammit, probie." Tony snaps, glaring into the room. "Wrap this up already."

The longer he stood there, he had to admit that McGee was starting to come into his own interrogating techniques rather well. If he keeps at it, he's almost certain the probie will have an entire arsenal of his own when conducting interrogations. Shaking his head, he walks out of the room just as McGee walks out of the interrogation room, a move he mostly associates with Gibbs, having been on the receiving end of the simultaneous room exit.

"You believe him?" Tony asks McGee, interested in McGee's take on the suspect.

"Yeah. I do." McGee admits. "But if he's not the one that killed the petty officer, that would mean..."

"The killer's still out there." Tony says simply. "And another long night if we don't catch the bastard."

"Great." McGee groans as they walk back to the bullpen. "Like we haven't had enough of those lately."

As they get back, they find Ziva showing something to Gibbs on the big screen, both quickly making their way to stand beside their boss to get caught up on what Ziva has discovered. With things falling into place, Tony can only hope that it'll mean this thing will be over before he previously suspected it to be.

"Ziva, McGee, with me." Gibbs barks his order, grabbing his gear from behind his desk before heading out of the bullpen. "DiNozzo!"

"Yeah, boss?" Tony turns to his boss, confused as to why he wasn't chosen to go with him.

"Don't you have an airport to get to?" Gibbs says simply, understanding filling his features.

"Uh, yeah, boss. I do." Tony says, grabbing his personal belongings before sprinting over to the elevator to ride it down with them. "Thanks, boss."

"Two hours, DiNozzo." Gibbs states firmly. "Then you're back on the clock until this case is closed."

"Two hours." Tony says in agreement, ignoring both Ziva's and McGee's confused expressions. "Got it, boss."

Once the elevator doors open, he quickly makes his way out before the team, all but running to his car to get to the airport. After everything he's been through with Gibbs, he doesn't even bothering stopping to wonder how his boss knew that he'd have to go to the airport already, simply chucking it up to his infamous gut.

Throwing the car into park at the airport, Tony takes a moment to fix himself up before getting out of the car and making his way inside, intent on looking his best for her, knowing she will undoubtedly look just as breathtaking as she had the day he last saw her.

It wasn't until she came into view that he realized just how wrong he had been. Maybe time had dulled his memory or he just didn't have that great of one because he swears she has never looked more beautiful than in that moment. Taking in a deep breath, he plasters the best smile on his face that he could manage just as she makes her way over to him.

"DiNozzo." she says playfully, that slight smirk on her lips.

"Liz." he counters, reaching up one hand to caress her cheek, immediately feeling the desire burning up within him at the simple touch. "I've missed you."

"You have no idea." she counters, slowly unbuttoning her coat to open it slightly, revealing her hospital scrubs just underneath.

"Well, Nurse Webber, you've come right on time." he says, pulling her into his arms. "I think I've a case of the lovesickness."

"I don't think that's an actual thing." she counters, arching one of her eyebrows daringly.

"Isn't it?" he says before claiming her lips swiftly, relishing in being able to hold her in his arms once again. "You know, it could take a while to give me a proper diagnosis..."

"Good thing I make house calls then."

"My kind of woman."

"Easy, Tony." she laughs softly, pulling out of his embrace to slide her hand into his. "I spoke to Gibbs and we're on borrowed time right now."

"Wait...you spoke to Gibbs?"

"Yeah. I called your phone just before we landed and he answered." she says simply as they make their way out to his car. "Anyway, we'll have all of tonight to catch up, you have work to do."

"He gave me two hours." he points out.

"And I told him I'd have you back in one." she counters. "I'll be fine. You just go catch the bad guy."

"You still have the key to my place?"

"Right next to the key to mine." she assures. "The taxi can take me there."

"Okay, okay." he concedes, knowing there was no point in arguing when she's this determined. "The second this case is closed, I'm on my way back home to you."

"I'll be there waiting."

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that." he says, quickly stealing one more kiss while he can. "The very second its over."

"I'm holding you to it."

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A/N: Thank you for your reviews and PMs, I truly appreciate it. Can't wait to hear more from you. Tons of hugs.