A/N: Here is your mind-blowing chapter. I came up with the idea for how it'd happen months ago and was just dying to write it, so when the time finally came, I was extremely elated. But to make the experience as incredible as it could be, read it while listening to Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol (can be found on YoutTube, just do a quick search.) And read it slowly, taking in one line at a time. Slowly. Like gooey molasses dripping down the side of a table. Think about the lines in italics and run through the individual scenes in your mind, remembering all that happened, the effect it had. Slowlyyy. And if you that, I promise, it will be amazing. I did it. I think I nearly cried—and I wrote the thing!
So here you are.
Slowly, you must read.
With the music in the background.
It'll be worth it, I promise.
Slowly!
-Autumn
Tony pulled up to the curb just as the sun began to find the sky.
Having phone sex?
He had never driven with such vicious urge, such desperation, knowing that two lives hung delicately in the balance: Ziva's and his.
You falling in love with a dying man?
Gibbs, Rebekah, and McGee spilled out of his car while Levin pulled up with extra back-up, emergency teams, and the Director parked just down the street.
That's because you're a good person.
Tony carefully ran with his team to the outside of the warehouse, noticing the familiar black van parked just to the right.
Because you are my partner.
He could hear muffled voices, foreign, coming from the inside as his shoes crunched on dozens of old cigarettes.
Do you ever think about soulmates?
His gun was pulled, as was the rest of the team.
It was inevitable.
He nodded to Gibbs, who pulled open the large door.
You could have called.
Tony and the team ran in, gun aimed at the five men standing in the back of the room.
You'll say you won't want to talk about it, but your eyes won't shut up.
Ziva sat in the back on a chair, arms tied behind her and ankles tied to the legs of the chair.
I'm tired of pretending.
The team took care of the terrorists, gunshots and yells going off violently as Tony made his way to Ziva.
Do you ever regret not having a wife and kids?
He pulled out his knife and cut at the rope, her grateful eyes upon him.
For you.
He took he hand and pulled her away, one hand on her back, guiding her, the other on her head, bending her down in protection.
I'll be back.
They ran out of the warehouse as gunshots ensued.
I'm here with you.
When they finally reached safety, he wrapped his arms around her, embracing her with everything within him.
I know you'll find me, Tony.
"I found you," he whispered into her hair just as the dawn met the sky, lighting up the world in a glorious kiss of honey.