A/N Okay, oh my God, I'm really really really really really really really really sorry that I've taken so long uploading. Seriously, things have been crazy. I hardly had any free time all summer, so no time to write and I was away for a bit and then I went back to school and I've been like super super busy all the time. Again, I'm really sorry. I'm even more sorry for the fact that things may not get much better now that I'm in school again. I'm literally going to be behind after school near enough every single day up until christmas at the least which sucks so unless I remove any hopes of a social life this year, updates are literally going to be as and when I can. However I have sort of made a list of things I need to do more of, and my beta has informed me that as far as she's concerned, writing is the most important thing on that list, therefore, here I am. Anywho, you're not here to put up with me wining about how shit this next year will be, so, before I start complaining again, here it is, chapter 13, from Ziva's POV until about halfway through when it switches to Tony's. Enjoy :)
Chapter 13- Trapped
Ziva's POV
Shit.
The second that I get out of here, I am going to kill Gibbs.
And whilst I am in here, I am going to kill DiNozzo.
I need to get out of here.
Now.
I could not do it.
I could not talk to… Him…
Of all the people I would choose to be locked in a room with, Tony was, indefinitely, my last resort.
Yet here I was.
Stuck in the same room as the man I was hopelessly in love with.
The man that I could not be in love with.
I cannot be in love with anybody, but especially not Tony.
And the only way for him to give up is to lie to him.
So that is what I did.
And then I was stupid.
So fucking stupid.
And I 'talked about it,' like you are supposed to, yes?
But why are you supposed to do it if it only causes more of a mess than the one you had in the first place?
Waking up.
In Tony's bed.
Naked.
After one of the best nights of your life.
That should not have happened.
Especially not to you.
I believe that that is as messy as you can get.
And now here I stood.
With absolutely no idea what to do.
And even less of an idea of what to say.
I was trapped.
And, from what I could see, I was not getting out of here any time soon.
So what now?
Should I tell him?
No.
He is not ready for the truth.
He is a child.
He is not even close to wanting anything with me.
Well.
That is a lie.
What part of me is it that cannot accept that he has grown up recently?
A lot.
Him being childish is obviously not the excuse that I am looking for.
Nor was it the one that I needed to get myself out.
If he truly has grown up recently, then would it not be that I am not worthy of him?
Me and Tony, we are not the same.
He is kind-hearted and loving and funny and beautiful and gentle.
When he shows it.
And then there is me.
The stone cold assassin.
Tony.
Assassin.
Tony.
Assassin.
Tony.
Assassin.
They do not go together.
Therefore Tony and I do not go together.
He does not seem to fit into my world.
And I do not seem to fit into his.
In my life I have never met anybody quite like Tony.
Granted, however, that I have not met many truly good people in my life.
The team, perhaps, but at the same time, none of them mean to me even a fraction as much as Tony does.
I love them, of course.
They are like my family.
But him.
He is different.
Anybody who knows Tony, or has had the pleasure (as far as I am concerned) of meeting him, knows that he is special.
Rare.
And as close to perfect as you can get.
Perfection in a world like this is not possible.
But if it was…
Tony would be it.
Tony's POV
Well.
I was stuck in a room with a woman who had either lied to me, or to Gibbs.
For once I'm actually hoping that she'd lied to me.
Cos if she'd lied to Gibbs then she was screwed.
Then again, Ziva's a total ninja.
That would be a seriously interesting fight.
Okay, now, for entertainment purposes, I'm hoping Ziva lied to Gibbs.
Then again, she'd probably get shot.
Or at the least her face would be totally fucked up.
And if something did happen to her, then I'd blame myself.
So maybe it wouldn't be the worst thing if she'd have lied to me.
I just don't get why she did it in the first place.
I mean, did I do something wrong?
Or was it just that whatever she thought she felt, she didn't.
God, she's confusing.
And sat here, staring at her.
Wordless.
It's strange.
But she's driving me crazy.
I don't know what to say.
I just want answers.
To questions I don't know how to ask.
This should work well.
After what literally felt like an eternity, she finally uttered a word aloud.
"So…" She whispered carefully, weakly.
It wasn't Ziva.
Weak.
Weak.
No.
"So." I replied firmly.
Now what?
A/N Please review, it'll encourage me to write more? I guess...