A.N: OK So I have finally finished all my assignments and exams, YEW! So here is cht 15! Wanna thank all my reviewers again, you guys are awesome and make writting this all the more enjoyable :) So please enjoy (Sorry if theres mistakes, so tired! ;p)
Tony and Ziva ran silently down the white sands. He sneaked a peak at her serene face now and then as she looked out over the ocean and couldn't help but smile. It was only two nights ago that he had found her terrified and curled up on the floor and he almost physically shook his head to remove the images. His eyes again fell on her and he was quite disappointed that she did not only grab runners but threw on a pair of shorts and a shirt also. They ran for quite a while before turning back and although at first the silence wasn't awkward, he wanted to talk to her.
"Last day in sunny Florida; ready to head home?" She was almost startled by the sudden sound of his voice. She peeled her eyes from the water to his face and slowed down a bit as they talked.
"Yes I am ready to go home… But I will miss the ocean." She smiled before looking out over the blue water.
"Yeah, I am ready to leave also; but I can't help but think your right about Miller." He watched as her eyes dropped to the sand and she slowed right down to a walk, leaving him run past her. He stopped to let her catch up, and she came to a complete stop next to him.
"We are making a mistake, they are making a mistake. Hopefully we can prove it was not him back in DC." She was again studying the sand and the serene look on her face had been replaced. He rested a hand on each shoulder until she looked up at him.
"We will talk to Gibbs when we get back, without our friends from the FBI." She nodded and looked up at him for a while before stepping away awkwardly and resuming her run with Tony following closely behind.
"Where have you been?" McGee asked as Tony and Ziva walked into the room.
"Headed out early for a run." Tony said simply hoping the subject would be dropped. McGee's eyebrows furrowed but he decided not to question him and went back to his laptop.
"Where is Gibbs" Ziva said surveying the room, she heard the toilet flush in the next room and mouthed 'oh' as McGee nodded back to her.
"Fornell and Addison are fixing things up at the hotel before we leave tomorrow."
"Good" McGee looked confused by Ziva's statement and she opened her mouth to explain before Gibbs walked in scratching the back of his head.
"Where you two been?"
"Well we were… ah… Well I was thinking Boss; well we were thinking that, what if Miller's not our guy?"
"We can't do anything about it Tony; this is the FBI's case. They think its Miller; we can't do anything about it unless we have evidence otherwise."
"But if Adam is not the killer, then that means there is someone still out there." Ziva had more emotion in her voice than intended and the other three agents in the room looked at her. "It is just… I do not want another victim. When I found those photos, when I found the ones of me… Gibbs if it is not Miller than…"
"Ziva could be in danger Boss… If and whoever planted those photos is here; and they know who Ziva is." They all pondered this in the silence for a moment. She had never thought about it like that, she never herself felt in danger but she only thought about the others; and the innocent man who was taking the blame.
"I will talk to Fornell" The four agents stood in silence for quite some time thinking of the possible serial killer that could still be lurking. It wasn't until they heard a fifth person speak that they got brought back to reality.
"McGee, is Gibbs there?" Abby's high pitched voice came from the laptop and they all huddled around the screen; taking one look at her face they knew she had something.
"Guess What! You are never going to believe this!" They waited for her to continue but she only smiled back shifting her weight impatiently.
"What is it Abs?" Gibbs sounded slightly annoyed and she frowned a little before continuing.
"So I received the envelop and pictures you sent me and then I tried to lift prints off them and I got a partial!"
"Who's print is it?"
"Well I haven't got a match yet…"
"Then why are you so excited Abs!" McGee said exasperated.
"Because I can tell you one thing for certain… It is not Adam Millers."
Later that day after a talk with Fornell and not enough evidence to hold him; Adam Miller was released with a firm "Stay in town," from Tony and a gentle refusal for another date from Ziva. They were now back to square one; who is the killer? Ziva went back to her hotel room later that evening after playing a round of poker with McGee and Tony, something that was not on their normal agenda. After shamelessly taking their money during the game and then being a 'good sport' and giving it back at the end; she went to her room and grabbed her suitcase, stuffing in the clothes in a way that would make Gibbs proud. She set out a pair of jeans and a red shirt for the plane trip home early the next morning and grabbed her pyjamas for after her shower. She was about to strip herself of the clothes she had on before she heard a knock at the door. Peaking at the clock she realised it was only 22:30; too early for Tony. She made her way out of the bathroom and over to the door peaking through the hole. She was surprised to see Ryan at the door with a bottle of wine and two glasses, and she prepared herself to turn him down flat. Opening the door she started to speak but it seemed that Ryan was not going to take 'no' for an answer as he pushed his way in without invitation. Why does everyone keep doing that!
"Ryan I am really tired and our plane leaves early."
"It will only be one quick drink, I promise."
"Why?" She couldn't stop herself as it came out and he looked at her confused before flashing a charming smile and answering.
"Although it wasn't Miller, you did a good job David. This is a little congrats."
"Okay… But really I haven't had a shower and I need to finish packing."
"So you're asking me to leave?"
"Yes, it was a nice thought, thank you, but I really am too tired and I have a lot to do before tomorrow."
"That's cool, I understand."
"Thank you, another time maybe." Another time? Did I really just say that! Well if it makes him leave…
"Definitely" He gave her a warm smile. "I will leave this with you, a gift." She nodded and he walked towards her. She was about to turn towards the door when she felt a hand around her waist and one on the back of her head before his lips smashed against hers with force. She pushed against his chest as she gasped for air but he grabbed her hair harshly as he tried to get her to kiss back. Images rushed through her head as she remembered being in the same situation only two nights ago. She felt anger burn inside her as she remembered everything, she fought harder as she remembered more and she finally pulled her mouth away from his.
"It was you!" She spat at him before slapping him hard across the face. An evil smile played his lips, almost as if he enjoyed her fighting back and she started to piece everything together. She was no longer fighting against him so he would stop touching her; she was now fending for her life. Her knee came up and struck him between the legs as he yelled out in pain. She remembered when he had disappeared in the restaurant the night she found the photos… Could it really be him? She knew that it really could as she saw the sick look in his eyes. She realised it was him that spiked her drink, she realised it was him that planted the evidence, she realised it was him that killed 12 foreign women. She ran for her gun only to realise it wasn't there and she couldn't remember where she put it. She turned around to see him walking slowly towards her and she was stuck in the corner of the room.
"Now this would have been a lot easier if you had just drunk the wine." She looked over at the bottle sitting on the table before her eyes shifted back to his face. He was enjoying himself and she felt sick just looking at him. Buy time… God Dammit think!
"How could the FBI not notice that you are a serial killer?" Cold.
"Well, NCIS couldn't either could they?"
"Why did you do it?" The question that she always hated in Cop shows that Tony made her watch; the answer was obvious as to why he did it… Because he is mental, he is sick, he is..!
"You do not need to know that and I really can't be bothered to explain… I know you are just buying time." He took a step closer and her heart doubled in pace. He continued to get closer and she knew the only way she could get out of this was to fight. He was moving forward to grab her and she threw a punch, catching him in the jaw. The sick, playful look was now replaced with anger as he pulled her towards him and spun her around, wrapping his arms around her tightly until she could barley breathe.
"So this is how you want to play." His hot breath on her neck sent shivers down her spine as he whispered in her ear. Her anger hit a new peak as she pushed her arms outwards against his while pulling herself downwards until she was on the floor and out of his grip. Her legs swung outwards tripping him over and she quickly jumped up and ran towards the door. He was in her way within seconds a sadistic smile teasing his lips. God where did I put my gun! She moved backwards slowly with him taking a step towards her each time maintaining the distance between them. She looked from the corner of her eye as she moved backwards towards the bathroom before she finally saw it. Lying on the far edge of the table was her gun, just past the wine bottle. She spun around a lunged for it but got caught on the way with a hand grabbing her wrist, she reefed it, spraining it in the process and fell forward onto the floor with Ryan. Pushing him off her she kicked him in the guts before crawling towards the table and stumbling to her feet at the edge. Her hand wrapped around the butt of the gun but she was just a second too late. The bottle came down hard on the back of her head and she fell to the floor. The world was spinning as she looked up through blurry eyes to see him standing over her with her own gun in his hand by his side. Pain spread from the back of her head and she reached up to feel the sticky, warm blood that oozed through her hair. Her eyes were closed as the pain started to fade before she succumbed to the darkness.
A.N: OK So... guess we are at the climax! I hope this cht was ok and I didn't screw it :S I know some of you were expecting this I guess but I hope it was a little bit of a surprise for some of you at least hahaha. Please, please review! I want to know what you think now we have Ziva in the hands of the Malicious Ryan Addison... What will happen next? Gonna have to wait and see :P Thanks for reading all!
Keely :o)