Blood Ran Cold NCIS Fanfic
Authors note:
1) Thank you for the, amusing reviews. Am I the only one very surprised that no one else made a fanfic like this? I looked up stuff like this for hours, and no one wrote stuff like this. All fanfics about any different possibilities were about Tony being left behind. Do people love Ziva and TIVA that much? Jeez the show's a crime show not a romantic dramatic soap opera. Tony killed Ziva's boyfriend and this is how they stayed together, coming up next of the TIVA Show!
2) This will be the emotional people find out/hospital/ Tony's fate is revealed chapter, which will be very rare in this LONG fanfic. I'm not very good with scenes like this, so just bare with me.
3) Anyway, please enjoy, comment, ya know, stuff like that 3
Ziva's POV
Tel Aviv, Isreal Somewhere near the Mossad Building
When Gibbs found Tony's body, I was shocked at the interaction. There's another person? Allison? Is it pathetic that I want to kill her, too, just because she made him happy?
Probably.
Everyone that Tony loved, I want to kill. People who made him happy, I want them dead. What right does he have to be happy if he took my source of happiness away? Tim, Abby, and especially Gibbs and Alice, all provided Tony so much undeserved happiness.
With the blood caked on my body, the red liquid still warm, I realized how affective and soothing revenge is. Revenge is like a medicine. Therapy, even. Revenge feels good, and I want it. Starting with everyone at NCIS.
Gibbs's POV
Tel Aviv, Isreal Right Outside the Mossad Building
A huge sense of loss and pain hit me. As I watched the paramedics work on Tony and stuff him in the back of the ambulance with equipment piling on him by the minute, I was overwhelmed. Who could've done this? Why did they do it? Was it Mossad? Ziva's family? The problem with this happening in Israel is that everyone wants revenge, so I can't assume anything. This'll take extensive research, and it will be agonizing.
The paramedics said that I couldn't come because it was too crowded. They also said that he was going to surgery, so there was really no need to agonize myself on a hospital chair for hours waiting for news. Every time doctors and nurses would rush into rooms, every time a heart rate monitors would flatline, I would jump to conclusions, and when the doctor would finally inform me, I'd be to mentally exhausted to absorb the vital information.
Nope, not doin it. I've got work to do.
First things first, I've gotta tell Abby. She'd get the news out fast.
I dialed her phone number, and she picked up on the second ring.
"Forensic Specialist Abby Sciuto. How can I help?" Abby greeted.
"Abs,".
"Gibbs! How's it goin in the beautiful Israel?"
"Not good Abs."
She went silent.
"Gibbs, what's wrong?
"I need you to do sometching for me-"
"No, Gibbs! You tell me right now what's going o-"
She stopped.
"Who, Gibbs? Who's hurt? I know what that allowing me to ramble means. It means that something's seriously wrong, and I mean like, puppy got ran over wrong. Stop letting me ramble! It's freaking me out! Who's hurt?! Tim? Ziva? Tony?"
She heard me sigh at Tony.
"Tony?! What happened to Tony? He's like, the glue! Without him, we'd collapse, and he's gotta be dying to change at all, and I haven't heard one movie quote in he background, and I've been paying very close attention to the background, searching for Tony's voice. Where is he, Gibbs?! Stop letting me ramble!"
"He was shot in the chest, Abby. We don't know if he's going to make it, but they're taking him to a hospital now. I need you to tell everyone and track someone down for me. Her name is Allison Marie Foster, and if that doesn't give any results, look up Allison Marie McArthy. Give me her address, phone number, everything you can find."
No response.
"Abs?"
"Is he going to be okay, Gibbs?"
I sighed.
"I don't know, Abs. Please just tell everyone."
"Okay, but I'm coming afterwards."
"No, Abby. When we hear about Tony, Ziver and I will collect evidence then come over. There's no use in coming. You and McGee hold down the fort there. Without you, Duck will storytell Palmer to death."
"Okay. Please tell me if anything happens, Gibbs."
"OK." Then I hung up without waiting for a reply.
Tim's POV
Washington D.C NCIS Headquarters
"No, Sara. No. Yes, yes I promise that I won't make a character in Deep Six act like you. No, Kara will be nothing like you." I looked up to see Abby in her dark clothes with mascara running down her face,
"Sars, I've gotta go." I hung up.
"Abs, what's wrong?"
"Tim,"
"Abs?"
Abby looked very dazed, something rare for her.
"Tony got shot, Tim. He may not make it."
My eyes widened. She embraced me in one of her deadly bear hugs, which I welcomed and appreciated.
"Oh, Tim, please. Please tell me he's going to be okay."
I sighed.
"I don't know, Abs."
In that warm embrace, realization hit me. Tony is my brother. I don't care what DNA says. I don't care what's legally true. HE IS MY BROTHER no matter what anybody says. I can't lose my brother. No way. My life would crash and burn, and I'd never pick up the pieces. He's not a screw up. He's more than a class clown. He's the glue.
I just wish he knew that.
Wait a minute! He didn't know.
I broke down when I realized who shot Tony. The attacker is a person I love. Someone I trust. Someone who teases me. Someone who couldn't accept agony. Someone who had trouble accepting Tony because of accidents and misjudgment made on their own part.
The shooter is Tony himself.
That thought brought on so much MORE pain. I always thought of suicidal people to be selfish. Before now, I felt that they never realized that the same pain that they felt would curse so many more people.
Now that someone I know and love attempted it, I realize the sad truth.
They feel so lost, so helpless, because they can't accept themselves for who they are, that they just can't think straight. Unwillingly, the only thought that can go through their head is the extreme amount of pain that is attacking them. The pain that's gripping them painfully and just won't let go. It's a poison. A poison that is injected by someone else and worsened by the victim. When they try to cure it, or in this case be more accepted, it just strengthens the poison when their attempts fail. Failure is the poisons main ingredient.
This incident with Rivkin added to much failure for Tony to take, and he ended it all as a result.
While sobbing into Abby's arms, I began to wonder who else I know is secretly a victim of the poison, and if anyone has recently fallen victim to it after what happened to Tony.
Ziva's POV
Tel Aviv, Isreal Hospital
I was getting very very uneasy. Gibbs is just staring off into space, and I'm shuffling restlessly in my chair. I'm afraid that any move will bring him back to a Earth, he'll talk to me, I'll slip, and I'll get arrested.
Deciding to go for a walk, I jumped up and exit, allowing my mind to continue good cop, bad copping me.
Why is everyone so affected? This hurt Tony, but when Michael was hurt, no one was there to comfort me. What's wrong with me? Why do they hate me? I hate that. I hate how when someone clearly hates you, instead of manning up and telling you, they drop little hints here and there. Just tell me, "I don't like you.", and that'll save everyone so much agony. I've picked up on the hints, but I just can't leave without being firmly thrown out. I just wish that if they hate me so much, they'll focus on doing what's best for them instead of what's worse for me, and will just get rid of me. This is a cruel way to foreshadow your true opinion. How are they going to truly lay out in me? Who are they going to kill?
I just don't feel accepted, and the way I take out my pain is to transfer it to other. Usually, if I have mental pain, I give them an equal amount of physical pain, and if I'm having physical pain, I give someone ten times the amount of physical pain I'm being forced to endure. That's my way of curing myself, and whoever can't except that will be stuck with Sally Sunshine, and I have no problem with that. Certain haters just better watch their backs.
Particularly my "friends" at NCIS.
After about half an hour, my phone rang.
"David." I greeted.
"Ziva, we lost Tony on the table. He didn't make it." Gibbs half chocked, half moaned.
As cruel as it may sound, I smirked.
"Oh, that is terrible. I am so sorry."
So many lies.
So much to do.
Not enough time.
Authors note: Yes, that's that chapter. Ended up way better than expected. Many thoughts and opinions going on in multiple POVs, and that's why I love 1st person. For me, with 3rd person, you really can't get inside the characters heads, and that's the key element in my stories. Anyways, I am NOT your Language Arts teacher, nor am I anyone's Language Arts teacher, so, yeah , please comment, constructively criticize and all that stuff you amazing viewers do. I can't begin to explain how excited I am every time my phone goes off when I have an email, because it always means that something happened on the fanfic. I can't begin to tell you how much I love getting reviews. Thanks! 3