Hey, guys! Sorry I didn't update yesterday, I had zero time. Oh, and I promised you some Ziva POV, so here you go. Oh, and free cookies for anyone who spots the subtle Truth or Consequences hint. The first to figure it out might get a sneak peek of the next chappy! Now, read on and enjoy!
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Weatherly Apartments, Apt. 528, Paris, France
Ziva David sat on her couch, looking at the only remnants of her old life. Three pictures sat on her mantle. One was a team photo, with McGee, Abby, Gibbs, Tony, Jenny, Ducky, Palmer and her. It had been taken only a month before Jenny's death.
The second was one of her father, there only because her mother and Tali were also in the photo. Her little sister was grinning at the camera held by Ari. It was one of the only good family memories she had.
Then Ziva's eyes fell on the most personal picture, the most emotional thing she owned. It was a photo of her and Tony. They were sitting together on his couch during a movie night. His arm was around her, and they were smiling easily.
Her movie nights with Tony were some of her favorite memories. Hell, nearly every one of her good memories was related to him. Their undercover op, the day in Paris, all the late nights at NCIS, Berlin, Somalia, and their final goodbye in Israel.
Despite everything she had told him, her heart still ached for him. Her lips still burned from the kiss almost nine months before. Her hands still instinctively reached for his in moments of worry. Okay, yes, she missed Anthony DiNozzo. More than anything.
She was so lost in her memories, she almost missed the gunshots ringing out in the quiet Parisian night. Almost.
American Embassy, Paris, France
Only his instincts saved him.
Tony's door flung open, revealing a black-clad figure holding a gun. Tony jumped to his feet and reached for his SIG. For a millisecond the two stood, pointing their weapons at each other. Then the intruder fired.
Tony ducked before the shot was even fired. The bullet shattered the window and fell to the ground stories below. He yelled, "Federal Agent! Drop your gun!"
The black-clothed figure ignored the shout and fired twice in rapid succession. Tony doubled over again. Red spots blossomed on his shirt, over his stomach.
The intruder, standing in the doorway, spoke for the first time.
"Agent DiNozzo, I believe you have the location of a rouge Mossad operative. Where is Ziva David?"
"Right here."
Three more gunshots sounded throughout the building. One dark- haired, olive-skinned figure slumped to the ground.
Dead.
Do not despair! I promise not to kill them both. Maybe.