17This is my first fanfic, and it's about one of the best the-fans-all-know-they'll-get-together-eventually-couples, Tony and Ziva! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own N.C.I.S or 'Eet' by Regina Spektor.
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Ziva's mind went blank as she saw the impossible happen. What they did was dangerous, true, but the danger had never seemed so real before. But now, as she watched Tony, the man she had loved with a silent passion for almost eight years, jump in front of her, it was as though her brain paused in its duties to simply watch in terrified awe.
It's like forgetting the words,
To your favorite song.
You can't believe it,
You were always singin' along.
Tony had always been there, though thick and even thicker. He had traveled to Somalia to pull off a rescue for her, he had helped Gibbs clear her name when the F.B.I was chasing her, and he had annoyed her daily with his playful flirting that had also secretly pleased her.
It was so easy,
And the words so sweet.
You can't remember,
You try to feel the beat.
But now, instead of his bright DiNozzo grin, Ziva only saw his bloodied form fall to the ground with a muffled thump that seemed to ring across time and space to break her trance.
"TONY!" she screamed.
Bee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-eet eet eet ,
Ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-eet eet eet.
Tony's eyes fluttered open as Ziva crouched down beside him, cradling his head in her hands.
"No…no! Tony! Stay with me, Tony!" She gasped for air as she saw that sparkle in his eyes, the sparkle she had come to adore, start to fade.
You spend half of your life,
Trying to fall behind.
You're using your headphones,
To drown out your mind.
She had told him at every turn that he was an idiot, but Ziva knew, deep inside, that she was only trying to keep herself from acting like a schoolgirl with a crush on the senior quarterback. And Tony always gave as good as he got, becoming one of the few people she was willing to admit that matched her for witty and snide remarks.
"Come on, Tony," she bit her lip in worry, "Do not give up now."
It was so easy,
And the words so sweet.
You can't remember,
You try to move your feet.
"Zi-vah." He croaked.
"Yes, yes, Tony, I am Ziva," A few tears leaked out of the corner of her eye.
Fee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-eet eet eet,
Ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-eet eet eet.
"Hurts." He gasped.
It certaintly looked like it hurt, Ziva thought as she glanced down at his chest. The firefight had been unexpected, none of them had had a chance to get their bullet-proof vests on. Tony's shirt was bathed in red from the countless rounds that had ripped through him. Ziva draped her coat over him and tried to apply pressure to the wounds to stop the bleeding, but there were too many places where blood, his precious blood, welled up through his skin.
Someone's deciding,
Whether or not to steal,
He opens a window,
Just to feel the chill.
Off in the distance, it seemed, Ziva heard more shots fired, then a car speeding away as footsteps ran towards her and Tony.
"Zi-vah."
"I am here, Tony."
He hears that outside,
A small boy just started to cry,
'cause it's his turn,
But his brother won't let him try.
"Ne-ver got to tell you –"
"Sh, sh," Ziva said quietly, "You can tell me later. Save your strength, Tony."
"'m not a id-iot. 'm dy-in Zi-vah." Tony choked out.
"No, no! You are not!" The tears were flowing thick and fast down Ziva's face as she tried to deny what she knew to be true.
It's like forgetting the words,
To your favorite song.
You can't believe it,
You were always singin' along.
"Zi-vah," Tony gasped, his voice grown softer, "I…love…you…"
"I love you, too, Tony," she cried, "Stay with me, please stay with me!"
It was so easy,
And the words so sweet.
You can't remember,
You try to move your feet.
"Tony," a gruff voice spoke up behind Ziva, "You're a damn good agent, Tony. One of the best."
"Boss…" Tony aknowlaged, with a tiny, weak nod. "Watch…Gibbs's…six…Probie…"
"It's your six I should've had, Tony. I'm sorry." McGee sounded close to tears.
It was so easy,
And the words so sweet.
You can't remember,
You try to feel the beat.
"Zi-vah…"
"NO!" Ziva screamed as Tony's head lolled to the side and the light completely left his eyes. "TONY!"
"What?"
Ziva jerked awake with a gasp to see a sleepy-eyed Tony standing behind his desk, fumbling for his gun. His hair was messy and there was a red mark the shape of the corner of his keyboard on his cheek. They had fallen asleep while pulling another all-nighter.
"Nothing, it was nothing," Ziva hastily reassured the other agent, who was still looking around sleepily for an adversary. "Just a nightmare."
"But you yelled my name." Tony stated with a yawn.
"Yes, I, I dreamed you had been killed in a, in a gun fight." Ziva told him hesitantly.
"Well, as you can see, I'm fine. Dead tired," Tony yawned again, "but perfectly fine."
"Yes…" Ziva trailed off quietly, the horrible scenes from her nightmare still racing through her head.
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