I Wanna Hold Your Hand

There was no way to win in this situation. It was either hitting your head on the floor, or being beaten by the falling debris. After a couple of seconds, everything went black.

Oh yeah, I'll tell you something

I think you'll understand

When I say that something

I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand

Tony could barely open his eyes. He knew he was bleeding, and everything hurt. He didn't know whether his vision was clouded or the lights were off, he only felt a warm weight over him. Little by little, from the depths of his blurry mind memories were being recovered, and he remembered the series of events that led to his current state. That warm weight was actually Ziva, but that only worried him more, since he couldn't feel her breathing, and it was obvious that some time had passed since the bomb exploded. Right then, he noticed they were holding hands. Tony squeezed hers, to no avail.

Oh, please, say to me

You'll let me be your man

and please, say to me

You'll let me hold your hand

Now let me hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand

"Open your eyes, Zi, say something" Tony begged. He noticed the hand he used to hold her head was getting bloody as well. He panicked, but he wasn't able to move, or conscious enough to speak any louder than a whisper, so he just muttered incoherent promises of pancakes and alcohol and movies while he tried to stop the bleeding, though his intentions didn't translate quite well into actions. But then, he felt her hand squeezing back.

And when I touch you I feel happy, inside

It's such a feeling

That my love

I can't hide

I can't hide

I can't hide

She opened her eyes very slowly. She felt cold for some reason, and being trapped in such a small space under pieces of ceiling didn't help. She hated small spaces. There was something pounding in her ear. It took her some time to notice that the pounding was that of a human heart, and a couple of minutes more to remember that said heart belonged to Tony. Well, that was actually a good sign.

Yeah you, got that something

I think you'll understand

When I say that something

I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand

"Tony?" Ziva called his name, but her voice didn't come out as loud as she wanted. Nonetheless, he heard it (or rather, felt it), and let out the biggest sigh of relief he'd ever had in a long time.

"Ziva? Are you alright?"

"My head hurts, the world is spinning. It is spinning really fast"

"Not a surprise," Tony said, "Dearing's been playing Angry Birds with us"

"Do you think we will get out of here?" Her voice was betraying her. She wasn't a ninja with nerves of steel right now: she was someone who had gone through too much, and dreaded the thought of yet another ordeal. He picked up on it and tried to comfort her, although he had to admit he was afraid as well.

"We will, hun, we will," he answered, unaware of the term of endearment he just used. Not that it was a problem, he could always blame it on his injuries if – not if, when – they were back in the safety of their homes, or a hospital.

They looked at their hands clasped together, then looked at each other and smiled. It was like they were each other's security blanket in the midst of all this chaos, while they gathered the strength to stand up and look for a way out. At least they had made it through this round.