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Pairings: I think it's obvious
This is the last one so enjoy!
"Where is Gibbs?" Ziva asked.
"I don't know, I don't know where are fearless leader has gone Ziva, but we only need to worry about one thing right now, getting you out of here." Tony reassured her. With out another word he scooped her into his arms effortlessly and sprinted for the staircase.
"Just use the door Tony." Ziva said, obviously anxious to be out of the warehouse,
"We can't." He grunted.
"Why not?"
"I'll explain later." Tony paused a moment to dig his cell phone out of his pocket. He quickly dialed 911 and asked for an ambulance. His voice was strong and calm. He knew they would be safe. He threw the door to the stairwell open and went down the stairs two at a time. Once at the bottom he paused again to make another call, this time to McGee.
"I've got her, we're coming out through the window." He said into the phone that was clenched between his jaw and muscled shoulder.
"Yeah I called an ambulance," Ziva could just barely hear McGee's voice through the telephone.
"Yes McGee their all dead." Tony stopped speaking again though he was still headed towards the window.
"Well yes McGee, it's all clear except for the massive bombs rigged to all three doors!" Ziva gasped.
"Alright, bye." Tony snapped the phone shut and almost dropped Ziva simultaneously. Sighing he regained his hold on her just as they approached the small window. Ziva gave a pained chuckle; she could see Tim's relieved face through the glass. Before she knew it she was being passed up from Tony's strong, reassuring, warm hands to Tim's less so but still capable one's. She was still scared but she knew deep in her heart that she would be okay, that everything would be okay.
That was it!
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