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So. This is chapter 10.
I'm not really sure about it and I think it's too out of character, but decide for yourselves.
Enjoy.
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Seriously, I want to know what you think.
On the other side of town, a red mini cooper ran a red light and hit a power pole at full speed. The car burst into flames on impact, fire engulfing the dark-haired woman in the drivers seat.
Ziva jumped from her moving car and into the bushes on the side of the road. She stood just in time to see the car smash into a power pole and burst into flames. Smiling softly, she began to walk away from the scene as people gathered around her car, calling the fire brigade and attempting to smother the flames. It really was a shame, she decided, she did like that car. Too bad it was necessary to sacrifice it to fake her death. She had found a woman in the city morgue matching her general profile and the fire would make it impossible to tell without DNA or dental records. Ziva also knew it would take at least 24 hours to get DNA confirmation. That gave her sufficient time to disappear. Ziva pulled the hood of her jumper over her head and ran to the side of the road, hailing a cab.
"Where to, miss?" the cab driver asked as she stepped into the vehicle.
Ziva replied without hesitation, "the airport."
Tony left the warehouse in a haze. How could this have happened? He knew it was wrong to completely blame Gibbs, but he needed someone to take it out on. Tony left the NCIS car and took a cab back to his apartment, locking the door and dropping onto the couch. All the time, one thing running through his head. Ziva is missing. On the run, no less. She won't let me help her. Tony was startled out of his thoughts by a soft buzzing in his pocket. Hoping it was Ziva, but knowing that it wouldn't be, he looked at the caller id. Gibbs. Tony gripped his phone tightly and threw it against the wall for the second time that day. Closing his eyes tightly, he held the arms of his chair. He couldn't deal with this, any of this. It was all too much. From the other side of the room, Tony's phone buzzed again. Angrily, he stood up and picked up the phone, putting it to his ear.
"What?" he said furiously.
Gibbs voice came through the phone, thick with unidentifiable emotion. "Turn on your TV, Tony."
"Why?" Tony snarled.
There was silence on the end of the line.
When Gibbs spoke again, he seemed to have dropped his defences. He spoke softly in a voice filled with raw emotion and regret. Most of all, guilt. "Just turn on the TV, Tony. Please."
Tony knew not to argue with Gibbs in that state. It was clear that this was very important. He pulled the phone away from his ear and flicked the TV on. Images of a red mini cooper wrapped around a power pole immediately filled the screen. It had obviously been on fire as smoke was billowing from the car. Tony watched in horror as the camera panned to a body being carried away on a stretcher, covered in a white sheet.
"No!" Tony said, his voice barely a whisper. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no!"
Then he released the phone from his hand and dropped to his knees, oblivious to Gibbs' shouts though the phone on the floor. As a tear crept down his face, Tony began to yell. He yelled because of Gibbs and his stupid mission. He yelled because of Lachlan. He yelled because of Mossad and their stupid policies. Tony knelt on the floor and yelled, because most of all, Ziva was gone. Ziva was dead and he had never had the chance to tell her how he felt. Then Tony broke down and lay on the floor, ignoring the phone ringing, ignoring the knocks on his front door, ignoring the world. Because it just wasn't worth it anymore.
A/N: So, what did you think? Review and tell me, because it really does help. Thanks for reading.