Serendipity
A/N: Hello again! I really enjoyed reading those reviews (and I enjoy the followers as well!) So thank you! I was wondering how do you feel about an update every Sunday? Because I resume school tomorrow, so it would be hard to write while tests, and exams are taking place.. Leave your opinion in the review section:)
Now, here is your chapter 2!
Chapter 2
He looked up and groaned when he saw the times for his last minute vacation. Four hours? What is he going to do for four hours? God, he might as well sleep. Maybe when he closes his eyes he won't see her anymore. Maybe he won't feel the familiar pain every time he attempts to reach out to her. Maybe.
Tony spotted a nearby chair and sat down. He tiredly looked around to observe the people around him, mostly families running to catch their flights, or business men sitting at tables discussing their work. But that's when he saw her in line, getting ready to enter a gate. She was wearing the exact outfit she wore when they first met. Faded purple scarf over her head, lustrous dark curls tied up into a pony tail, forest green jacket with a clean white colored tank top underneath and pale emerald military pants.
It couldn't be her, she was in Israel. Wasn't she? Immediately he sat up straight, all the tiredness suddenly gone. Leaving his bags, he quickly followed her, only to be stopped by the security guards. Saying that he needed a boarding pass to enter. At the sound of him calling her name, she turned around, formed a warm, welcoming smile and made a gesture to follow her. But how? He ran back to pick up his bags and in an instant, got himself a pass to Los Angeles.
"Dammit," Tony complained, now awake.
He is actually at the airport, but he didn't even have boarding pass. He could never escape from her, can he? What the hell are these dreams trying to tell him? He smirked. At least she didn't seem afraid this time. It was like she wanted him to go with her, willingly. He looked at the times again, the flight he was originally going to, New York, leaves in one hour. However, the other flight leaves in a half an hour.
Sitting up, Tony reconsidered his options. Should he really go there? It was just a dream after all. Perhaps if he chooses to go there, it may turn out to be something greater than going to the Big Apple. Technically speaking - the attractions, beaches, cars, movies, ..women. His mind shifts to her, the one who he is in love with, and yet here he is thinking about West Coast women. He gives himself a Gibbs slap.
With fifteen minutes to spare, he reaches the check-in desk and finally makes a decision.
"I hope you have a wonderful flight, Mr. Dinozzo," the lady says, offering him a charming smile.
"Thanks, I will, " He assured.
"Now boarding flight 276 to Los Angeles." A voice roared from the public address system.
Grabbing his things, he entered the gate pleasantly.
The first thing he did when he got onto the plane was to look for her. These recurring dreams cannot just be a coincidence. He doesn't believe in coincidences. They had to mean something. He's on a plane to Los Angeles because of them, something has to happen here, regardless.
Putting those thoughts aside, he begins to think of NCIS. Gibbs, Mcgee, Abby, Ducky, and even Palmer. They're all probably worried about him. A call to them might not seem so bad now.
Tony dials a familiar number, hoping for him to answer.
"Mcgee."
"Tim! How are you?" Tony exclaimed.
"Uh, hi Tony. Where are you?" Mcgee asked.
"On my way to L.A, my dearest Elf Lord." Tony responded, chuckling.
"Why exactly?"
"To see the new Bond movie," Tony joked.
"Very funny. Do you have at least a place to stay?"
"I knew I forgot something. Do you mind using your wonderful computer skills and book me a hotel?" Tony requested.
"I guess," Mcgee answered.
Quickly changing the subject, Tony asked if they have a case.
"Yeah, Marine found stabbed outside of Baltimore...and two shot in Quantico. Hopefully they aren't connected," Mcgee addressed.
"Wow, what you got there is a lot on your plate Mcgee. Have fun with that," Tony chimed.
"I think can handle it. Anyways, I booked you a hotel by Venice Beach. It's called the Ritz Milner Hotel."
"Thank you Tim! I'll take pictures for you." Tony concluded.
As Tony was about to hang up, seemingly thinking the conversation is over, Mcgee spoke again.
"Tony?" Mcgee asked, hesitantly.
"Yeah?" Tony replied.
"Take care of yourself. I know you haven't been yourself lately, so yeah. I hope you find whatever you're looking for."
"Thanks, Mcgee. I appreciate it."
The flight lasted longer than Tony expected it to be. His conversation with Mcgee still in mind. The younger man may seem annoyed by Tony's teasing, but deep down, Tony knows Mcgee cares.
Stepping out of the plane, Tony breathes in the California air. The scent reminds him of the last time he came here, when he went with her, alongside Jenny. The two of them were given the assignment of guarding Jenny while she was in Los Angeles, attending a former NCIS Agent's funeral. But apparently the former Director did not want the duo to be involved, so she gave them the rest of the day off. Which ultimately lead to Jenny's death.
Quickly shaking those memories from his head, he called for a taxi and gave directions to his hotel. It's 2300 hours by the time he enters, and his eyes widens with amazement. The decor of this place was breath-taking, peaceful even. Mcgee definitely has good taste.
Entering his room after checking in, he immediately dropped his bags, took of his shoes, and took his time to examine the room. The walls are a warm beige color, along with the door. Next, he finds his way into the bathroom and is still in awe. In the corner, there is a spacious oval shaped bathtub that is a sparkling ivory color, and on the right there lays the toilet and sink of the same color and cleanliness. Lastly, he examines the enormous and magnificent creme color queen-size bed in the middle of the room and yawns.
"Wow Mcgee really has good taste," He whispered, as he falls onto the unbelievably soft mattress, pulling the blanked tight over him. Without another thought, he went out like a light. Finally a sleep that went undisturbed.
The next day, Tony went to a car rental place. All he knew was that he just needed to drive. Drive anywhere, perhaps to go sight seeing. Or to find whatever he is looking for. He just hopes he finds it.
After about two hours of driving aimlessly around Los Angeles, Tony felt his stomach rumble. He unknowingly put his hand over his stomach. Maybe he can find a gas station to buy some food. Up ahead by 2 miles was indeed a gas station. Tony felt a sign of relief flood through him for the gas tank was on the verge of being empty.
Surprisingly, a distant memory from years ago suddenly popped into his mind. He had an argument with her at this very same gas station. Huh. How time flies.
"Excuse me, Sir, but are you going to buy something?" The cashier said, breaking Tony's trance.
"Oh, yeah sorry." Tony babbled. Then placed the items and money on the counter for the cashier to take.
"Are you going to put in some gas too?"
"Yeah, sorry, again." Tony repeated, putting more money onto the counter.
"Have a nice day, Sir." The cashier addressed while inappropriately examining a young woman who just walked into the store.
As Tony was about to walk out, he turned and observed the young man. He concluded that he reminded him of himself when he was younger. Hell, he reminded him of the old naive Dinozzo. The one who 'hit on anyone with a skirt on'. The one that disappeared when she walked into his life.
By the time he reaches a beach it was eight o'clock. He calmly steps out of the vehicle and puts his black aviators on. Feeling his toes in the sand makes him feel more relaxed.
When he finds a vacant lawn chair he lays down and closes his eyes. He can feel the wind blowing slightly, and he can hear the waves crash against the shore. Yet, all he can picture is her being next to him. She is all he sees despite thinking coming to this place would help him find himself. He misses her. He came to that realization about a couple of weeks after his trip from Israel. She was his soul mate. She is his soul mate. She kept him from going insane. Maybe these dreams will too.
A/N: I know this chapter isn't one of the best, but really this one was hard to write. Also, there's a pattern if you don't see it... where do you think his next dream will take him?
Also, Ziva won't be appearing in a couple chapters or so, like I just have to find an absolute perfect way to write her in. So please keep reading. I promise you though, when Ziva appears, it'll be spontaneous.