A/N: Hey everyone! Wow, crazy few days filled with nothing but technical problems.
Today is my birthday (sweet sixteen!) and so I thought, in celebration, I'd post the chapter you all have been waiting for… Sort of. Just wait and see!
I know this chapter is short, but it'll be worth it in the end, I promise!
Oh, and I'll let you guys know how the birthday thing goes with the girls from my church and such. A couple of you mentioned it, and to all those who already wishes me a happy birthday, thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Enjoy!
Meet me below the bridge that the blind photographer found our seaman under. Bring team. 1 hour.
Tony smiled and fingered the fortune for a moment. Before he allowed himself to get carried away with his emotions, he glanced around him to make sure no one had followed him. No signs suggested it.
He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Gibbs' number. "Hey Boss. I got her."
Tony's heart was pounding as the team rolled onto the last street they'd need to turn on to reach the bridge. The sky had grown brighter with the peak of the afternoon, but its position caused it to feel so dark beneath the bridge. The roar of the cars above drowned out all other sounds. Tony stepped on the gas, forgetting McGee and Gibbs were even in the car.
They reached the meeting place just as a silver sedan pulled up. Tony got out of the car quickly and grinned as its driver got out. The familiar brown hair was up in a sleek ponytail, and she was wearing one of his favorite shirts. She turned around and smiled, her eyes sparkling like the day he had last seen her. She seemed almost paler and her eyes were a bit tired, but it was true: she was here. She was alive. He couldn't help the smile on his face, wider and more sincere than it had ever been. His heart beat quickly and his breath was uneven with excitement. Finally.
Tony took a step forward just as a black van sped up behind Ziva, tires screeching. Tony unholstered his gun as it reached behind her. It was then that he saw the AK-47 in the hands of a passenger in the car, aiming straight at him, and a second passenger with an equally large weapon in the front passenger seat. In the blink of an eye, a third passenger scooped her up, stifiling her screams and pulling her into the van as they drove off as fast as they had arrived.
Tony was speechless.
Ziva was gone.