He had to get to Ziva.
That was the only thought going through Tony's head as he desperately made his way up to the stage to see who was dead up there. People around him were panicking and losing their heads. There was running, diving, screaming, and absolute chaos. There was no getting anywhere, but he had to. The actual danger was over, no more shots had been fired, but the chaos it created seemed to just be beginning. He could hear sirens in the background, they would be here soon. Tony was leaping over bodies and around fights. A lot of people were going to be hurt by the end of this. Now Tony was getting close to the stage. It was too tall to see anything but the very edge if it.
Suddenly Ziva's face appeared over the edge of the stage, she looked around like she was looking for someone. When she saw Tony she was relieved, "Orli is hurt!"
Tony could not hide his relief, nor did he wish too. He wanted her to know exactly how happy he was that she was ok. "On my way up Ziva." He processed the information she had yelled as he ran and leapt over people to get the stage. Orli was hurt. He tried to care that Orli was hurt, but there was someone a lot more precious to him on that stage that he was completely thrilled was alive and well enough to yell at him.
It still took awhile for him to get up there to her, but when he did he grabbed her arm and stopped her from helping for a minute. "Ziva, I am glad you are okay." He said, focusing on her and telling her exactly how worried he had been with his eyes. Then he kissed her forehead and let her go so they could help out with the emergency. He looked down at Orli. She had a mob of people around her trying to help, but even from here Tony could tell she was dead. He looked around to see if anyone else was hurt, or to see if there was evidence of what happened there. There was none. It made sense that Orli and Ziva were the targets, being in line for the position that Eli held. He really wanted to get Ziva out of there. The police were showing up and there wasn't much else they could do to help anyways. He took Ziva's hand and led her away watching around them in case the shooter wasn't done.
When they were a couple miles away, he found a place where they could talk that was off the road a little ways. Their hands were still laced so she followed without question. She had been quiet so far, but he knew that a lot had went down very quickly and she was probably still processing. "How are you doing?" He asked her, searching her eyes for signs of how she felt about the events of the day.
"Not great Tony." Was all she would admit, and she started to walk back to the road. He grabbed her arm again, and stopped her, "hey..."
She sighed, not wanting to talk about it until she could deal with it privately, but Tony would not be denied. "It sucks!" She started.
"I know. That was a lot for one day..." His eyes getting softer and softer trying to communicate with her through them.
"All I wanted was to honor my father!" The words came out in yells and she started to lose control of her emotions. He held her tightly while she yelled and cried. Patiently waiting to hear what she was thinking. But she closed back up a few minutes later with no hope of opening back up again. Ok, well if that was as much as he would get out of her, at least it was something. He watched her for another minute, hoping that she would come back to him, but no such luck. He sighed, she wiped her tears, and they both caught their breath before they set back out on the road. She was so bottled up, did he really think she'd let go of it all at once? This was going to take time. This was as far as she could let him in, and he would take it. Once they were breathing normally and had regained composure, they talked about what to do next.
"What do you think we should do next?" He asked her, trying to clear his mind and refocus on the task at hand.
She shrugged, and put her hand over her forehead in thought. This was all so much at once. Not even Ziva could push down all of the emotion of what was going on here in Israel. Her father, Tony, revenge, being kidnapped, shot at, deciding if she should return to DC... So many things begged for her attention. But if she was honest with herself there was something that she could think of that might help. "Tony, can I take you some place?" She asked hesitantly.
"Yeah... Sure." He said surprised, and searching her eyes to see what was going on in her heart. He could see she was fighting something. And that scared him. Was she thinking of running away from him? He wondered.
She didn't give him anymore information. She just turned around and hailed a cab.
He was happy that she seemed to be excited about something, but her safety was still a concern. "Do you think that you are safe?" He asked her once they were in the cab.
"Not sure" she said, refusing to look at him.
That wasn't enough for him, so continued, " I want nothing more then to enjoy Israel with you after the last couple weeks you have had. But your safety is a big deal to me. Do you think we should just hop on the next plane back to DC?" He didn't want to discourage this adventure they were on, but he couldn't help it.
She stiffened at the end of his sentence, and his heart dropped to the ground. She wasn't sure whether she was coming back with him or not. He turned out the window pretending to watch the scenery as tears rolled down his cheeks. Once Ziva decided on something it was over and done. If she was still unsure about it even after they had both confessed their feelings there wasn't a good chance that this was going to end in his favor. He couldn't do this. He couldn't enjoy his time with her knowing it was almost over. This was how eight years together would be ending? He was angry, but also stuck in a taxi. He couldn't show her what was going on with him. He tried to breathe and push it aside. They would deal with it later. He took some time to regain his composure. He couldn't even look at he right now. He couldn't imagine the pain of leaving her behind. He had had to do that once, and it was more then he could deal with even then. And at that point he hadn't been able to admit he was in love with her. Now both of their feelings were out in the open, they had something that bound them now more then ever. They were so connected, how could it just be over? Pushing it aside and out of his mind, he focused on the time he had with her now. She invited him to Israel with her, in a very emotion time. That had to count for something. He wondered where she was taking them. Hopefully to some good memories, not deeper into here emotional trauma. Then he laughed bitterly to himself, did she have good memories of Israel? He wondered. She had never shared any with the team. He sighed and turned to look at her- composed once again.
She saw him move and turned to him as well. Her eyes questioning him what was going on.
"Where are we heading?" He asked casually.
She smiled, and answered, "A journey to the past." Then she paused, "some places I need to visit- now that my father... Now that I have no family left."
He was concerned about this, thought it might be self destructive, but since she was letting him join he was willing to go along with it for now. "What's the first stop?"