Okay, so I know that this chapter is a little SHORT! But you'll understand why I had to stop there... Enjoy!
"Ziva," Tony panted, placing his hands on his knees as he bent down, staring at his partner, who was still running down the steps with no intention of stopping, "I really…think…you should…take it…easy."
"Tired, Tony?" She stopped for a minute and smiled up at him. She sighed dramatically, "I guess you and I can not…release anger, yes?"
"Ziva!" Tony called after her, "Ziva!" She started running back down the stairs, and he groaned, running after her, "We've…run…five flights…of stairs….Ziva. Where are…we going?"
She didn't answer, and instead ran out a door. Tony almost slowed down, but, just as the door was closing, he realized where she had run to.
Outside.
"ZIVA!" Tony yelled, his heart rate quickly accelerating, "ZIVA!" He shoved open the door and saw her running around a corner. Where was she going? "Damn ninja chick…" he muttered under his breath as he rounded the corner. The shooter could still be out there. Tony was in front of the NCIS building, and he couldn't see her anywhere. Suddenly, he felt his pocket vibrate, and he pulled his phone out, checking his caller ID.
Gibbs.
He muttered colorful curse words before pressing the 'End' button, "ZIVA!" he yelled, running again. The cold air nipped at him, and he shivered a little, but his main priority was keeping Ziva safe. She appeared a couple of buildings in front of him, looking completely lost, her eyes searching for something…maybe someone? What was she doing? Then, a black SUV pulled up to the curb that Ziva was standing at. They stopped the car and Tony pulled his gun out, cursing again, "ZIVA!" He yelled, running towards her. Two men got out of the car, and then Ziva took off, running towards Tony. He waited till she got caught up with him, the two men, both hooded, chasing after them, their guns drawn. He grabbed her arm, pulling her down an alley, completely livid at her for taking off like that. He ducked under low, metal bins of only god knew what, and dodging carelessly thrown bags of rotting trash before reaching the back of the NCIS building. He swiped his badge through, narrowly missing another bullet, as he shoved Ziva inside before closing the door, it automatically locking in the process. He breathed out a sigh of relief before turning to Ziva, "What the hell were you thinking?" He asked as she started up the stairs, "Ziva David! You could have gotten yourself killed! What the hell were you thinking?" She didn't answer, however, and she started to run up the stairs.
"I do not need to release my anger anymore, Tony."
"That was what you called 'releasing your anger'? Ziva! You nearly gave me a heart attack out there!" They continued to climb the stairs, but Ziva wasn't listening, "Ziva!" She reached for the door that lead to the squad room, and Tony couldn't believe that he was already there, "Ziva, you don't understand. I hung up on Gibbs to save you. Never do that again."
"You are not the boss of me, Tony." She said, opening up the door and walking into the squad room, where Gibbs was already pacing, looking very angry.
"Look what you did now, Ziva."
"DiNozzo!" Gibbs yelled as soon as they walked into the bullpen, "Why the hell didn't you answer your phone?"
"Sorry, boss, but Ziva decided to take off….outside the building, where two men got out of an SUV and started shooting at us," This, he shot at Ziva, who rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, "Sorry I didn't take your call."
"David! What the hell is wrong with you? I specifically told you not to leave the building!" Gibbs yelled.
"Look, Gibbs, it was for the best."
"For the best? How?"
"Do not ask. It is not my fault you can not understand Hebrew."
"So, I picked up something for everyone when I went out to get food…I figured everyone would need some. Boss didn't sound really…happy…when I got onto the phone with him," McGee said, walking into the bullpen, a large, white paper bag in his hand and a large coffee in the other, "Here…boss…I thought you might…you know, like this."
He took it swiftly from his hand, "Thank you, McGee. DiNozzo!"
"Yeah, boss?"
"Keep track of Ziva for me."
"How am I supposed to do that when she decides to run every two seconds?"
Gibbs groaned, turned around, and walked to his desk, pulling something out of his drawer as he walked back, "Give me your hand." He said to Tony. When he didn't immediately give him his hand, he grabbed his right arm tightly in his grip. He then grabbed Ziva's left arm and handcuffed them together, "Problem solved."
"Not really…boss…Ziva can pick a lock, you know that, right?" Tony asked, and Gibbs nodded.
"Oh, I know." He shook her lock pick in front of her face, "Problem solved." He gave them his famous crooked smile before ducking under them, starting out of the bullpen, "Thanks for the coffee, McGee!" He yelled over his shoulder as he ran up the stairs.
"Uh…no problem boss."
"Actually probie, problem. Big problem!"
heheheh Ziva and Tony...ahh I love them too much. Hope that this chapter makes up for the lack of any TIVA interaction in 'Capitol Offense' tonight. I was disppointed, really, I was. And I know that it's kinda confusing as to why exactly Ziva decided to run, but in later chapters, everything will make sense. I promise you! Please review, I love them all, they make me smile, and I'm sick, so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEE review! Make my day!