Disclaimer: NCIS is not mine. I wish.
Yes, this is short, but it's meant to be.
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-Flashback May 2008-
As soon as he saw the gunshots in the door he knew something was terribly wrong. One glance at Ziva and Tony knew that she was thinking exactly the same thing. Without hesitation, they both pulled their SIGs out and crept towards the door of the diner.
It was the silence that set Tony off, the dead silence. Seeing Jenny's body on the floor covered in blood was only confirmation of what he already knew. He leant down slowly and pressed two fingers to her ice-cold neck, praying for the telltale throbbing of a pulse, but knowing there wouldn't be one. When he stood up and looked over to Ziva, her eyes mirrored the grief in his.
It was supposed to be a normal protection detail, there was not meant to be any immediate threat. But there was. And Tony wasn't there to stop it. Granted, the director had sent him away, but he should have been more thoughtful. Even when he knew it was all wrong, he didn't follow his instinct. He didn't even listen to Ziva, no matter how persistent she was, no matter how convincing her argument was. He was too wrapped up in his self. Tony wanted to explore L.A.
Tony did what he wanted.
And Jenny was dead.
That was the way he saw the situation and no amount of convincing served to change his mind… because from there it all just got worse.
And again it was all his fault.
A/N: So what do you think is going on? Review and tell me. Thanks for reading.
