Post by txncistn on Sept 15, 2009 16:30:12 GMT -5
DO SUPERHEROES CRY?
Author: txncistn
Email: txjagbc1@yahoo.com
Rating: G/PG [some language, violence, etc.]
Classification: A tiny bit of Tiva, although I like Tiov or Zoin better
Spoilers: Anything from Seasons 1-6 but in particular - Legend parts I, II, Semper Fidelis, Aliyah and also Deliverance.
Summary and Author Notes: A vignette about Tony and Ziva with each telling a piece of the story. This is kinda angsty, but given what TPTB gave us for a finale, I had to start somewhere. I do not know if PFC Tomas Tamayo [from Gibbs’ past] will ever show up again or the NCIS Probie Agent Dwayne Wilson either, but I liked the characters and this is my story, so…this is what I think happened after we saw our heroine tied to that chair in Somalia. Be warned; we are dealing with two entities who are blood enemies.
*~* indicates scene change
[xxx] indicates expletive
“Tell me everything you know…about NCIS….”
Ziva looked up at the terrorist who was standing over her. She wished she had her combat knife, anything, to fight back with. Spitting wouldn’t work, that’s what earned her the blows that swollen her right eye shut. Her team had been wiped out to a man. There would be no rescue and her father, like he had done with so many people, had, no doubt, written her off. Just another asset that had served its purpose and now could be discarded.
She resolved that despite how much that realization hurt, she would not show tears to this…pig.
He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back hard. “Tell me, [xxx], everything you know about NCIS!”
Ziva smiled for the first time in days…maybe it was all the beatings, maybe it was the sensory deprivation, lack of sleep, no food, poisoning from her wounds…. But something made her wonder what it would be like if Leroy Jethro Gibbs came walking through that door. He practically knock the door off its hinges and before this scum knew what was happening he would shoot him. Yes, a…what is it he calls it? Ah yes, a double-slap, no, a double-tap to the heart!
Mossad Officer David did not feel the blows that were raining down on her. In her mind, Gibbs was pulling at her bonds, telling her everything would be all right…then she had another thought.
Tony…he would be right next to Gibbs ‘On your six, Boss’ … ‘Right behind you, Boss’
Ooo! He was so smug, so arrogant, so….
An image flashed into her mind of her lying on that hotel bed, Tony on top of her....
Then Tony talking to that Doctor telling him he thought he might have Thallium poisoning…just so she could spend a few more minutes with Lt. Roy Sanders….
Tony…Tony…now a new image flashed into her mind. Instead of Gibbs bursting through that door, it was Tony coming through that door, Tony shooting this terrorist…why Tony?
She felt her ulna break, but the shock from that didn’t compare with the shock of the realization that Tony…loved her.
Loved her?! He killed her childhood friend Michael!! How could he love her?!
Ziva’s mind was a stormy sea that drowned out all the pain and agony; she didn’t even feel her body hitting the floor or the terrorist cursing at her and leaving her alone in that room.
But she wasn’t alone. Tony was there holding her, telling her it would be okay….
*~*
Tony gritted his teeth and braced for the next blow…or at least he tried to…the impact of the fist was more than he expected.
He had never expected that he would be caught so easily…it was like they were waiting for him…. Could Ziva had told them about NCIS, the Major Case Response Team?
Uhh! He had to get loose from this chair! He had to find…Ziva… Ziva was in here…somewhere…he had to find her…she was still alive…he could feel her!!
"So, American, are you ready to talk?"
“Well, that depends,” Tony said as glibly as he could manage. “What do you want to talk about? Movies? American motion pictures? ‘Cause I know a lot about movies….”
The terrorist smiled. “You are a very funny American; like a comedian, no?” The terrorist kicked Tony’s chair against the wall bruising his already battered body. “But I am not so easily entertained by the antics of an American infidel who works with a Jewish intelligence officer!!”
He said ‘works with’ not ‘worked with’, didn’t he? That means she’s still alive….
Tony smiled, imagining that the plan had actually worked that he had been able to sneak in, and now like Stringfellow Hawk, or like Magnum, he was breaking down the door to her cell…only to find her tying up her captor looking as sleek and fresh as she always did…and that smug, self-satisfied smile on her face. He could hear her now… 'What took you so long, Tony?'
Then a flash of pain jarred him back to the present. ‘Where is that kid?’ he thought, ‘ He was supposed to be backing him up….’
Tony could see through the window in his door that there was movement out in the hall….ready…one…two…three! It only took rocking the chair just a hair harder than the taking the punch that hit him in the cheek – and over he went shutting his eyes, but nothing would protect his ears.
Before the terrorist could say anything, the room exploded into a flash of light that Tony could see even with his eyes shut. The bang ruined any chance of hearing what was happening. All that he knew was that it had begun.
Hands, dirty, rough hands grabbed him, and soon they running through darkened hallways then out into the bright sunlight to a waiting helo where he could finally make out PFC Tamayo and Staff Sergeant Medina making sure he was secure. Across from him sat NCIS Agent Dwayne Wilson.
“Good to see you again, DiNozzo!”
"Where’s Ziva?!" Tony asked looking around.
“Who?!” Dwayne was having a hard time hearing above the rotor noise.
“Ziva!!" he barked, "Officer David!!”
“The Israelis have her! She’s fine!!” He motioned to the Crew Chief, “We’re good to go!!”
'Good to go…' it’s what Gibbs had said when they were at the airport…ready to leave…without Ziva….
Tony managed to get himself over to the scarred window of the helo. Down below were the slum areas of the Somali city they were leaving. In the distance he could barely make it out, but he could see a large helicopter with a subdued Star of David on its side…Ziva was on board that helo.
The big chopper followed them for a while over the Somali countryside, and then without warning, it veered off to the North…and away from them….
Ziva….
Tony felt his eyes burning, a tear slid silently down his dirty, bloody cheek….
-Fini
Author: txncistn
Email: txjagbc1@yahoo.com
Rating: G/PG [some language, violence, etc.]
Classification: A tiny bit of Tiva, although I like Tiov or Zoin better
Spoilers: Anything from Seasons 1-6 but in particular - Legend parts I, II, Semper Fidelis, Aliyah and also Deliverance.
Summary and Author Notes: A vignette about Tony and Ziva with each telling a piece of the story. This is kinda angsty, but given what TPTB gave us for a finale, I had to start somewhere. I do not know if PFC Tomas Tamayo [from Gibbs’ past] will ever show up again or the NCIS Probie Agent Dwayne Wilson either, but I liked the characters and this is my story, so…this is what I think happened after we saw our heroine tied to that chair in Somalia. Be warned; we are dealing with two entities who are blood enemies.
*~* indicates scene change
[xxx] indicates expletive
“Tell me everything you know…about NCIS….”
Ziva looked up at the terrorist who was standing over her. She wished she had her combat knife, anything, to fight back with. Spitting wouldn’t work, that’s what earned her the blows that swollen her right eye shut. Her team had been wiped out to a man. There would be no rescue and her father, like he had done with so many people, had, no doubt, written her off. Just another asset that had served its purpose and now could be discarded.
She resolved that despite how much that realization hurt, she would not show tears to this…pig.
He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back hard. “Tell me, [xxx], everything you know about NCIS!”
Ziva smiled for the first time in days…maybe it was all the beatings, maybe it was the sensory deprivation, lack of sleep, no food, poisoning from her wounds…. But something made her wonder what it would be like if Leroy Jethro Gibbs came walking through that door. He practically knock the door off its hinges and before this scum knew what was happening he would shoot him. Yes, a…what is it he calls it? Ah yes, a double-slap, no, a double-tap to the heart!
Mossad Officer David did not feel the blows that were raining down on her. In her mind, Gibbs was pulling at her bonds, telling her everything would be all right…then she had another thought.
Tony…he would be right next to Gibbs ‘On your six, Boss’ … ‘Right behind you, Boss’
Ooo! He was so smug, so arrogant, so….
An image flashed into her mind of her lying on that hotel bed, Tony on top of her....
Then Tony talking to that Doctor telling him he thought he might have Thallium poisoning…just so she could spend a few more minutes with Lt. Roy Sanders….
Tony…Tony…now a new image flashed into her mind. Instead of Gibbs bursting through that door, it was Tony coming through that door, Tony shooting this terrorist…why Tony?
She felt her ulna break, but the shock from that didn’t compare with the shock of the realization that Tony…loved her.
Loved her?! He killed her childhood friend Michael!! How could he love her?!
Ziva’s mind was a stormy sea that drowned out all the pain and agony; she didn’t even feel her body hitting the floor or the terrorist cursing at her and leaving her alone in that room.
But she wasn’t alone. Tony was there holding her, telling her it would be okay….
*~*
Tony gritted his teeth and braced for the next blow…or at least he tried to…the impact of the fist was more than he expected.
He had never expected that he would be caught so easily…it was like they were waiting for him…. Could Ziva had told them about NCIS, the Major Case Response Team?
Uhh! He had to get loose from this chair! He had to find…Ziva… Ziva was in here…somewhere…he had to find her…she was still alive…he could feel her!!
"So, American, are you ready to talk?"
“Well, that depends,” Tony said as glibly as he could manage. “What do you want to talk about? Movies? American motion pictures? ‘Cause I know a lot about movies….”
The terrorist smiled. “You are a very funny American; like a comedian, no?” The terrorist kicked Tony’s chair against the wall bruising his already battered body. “But I am not so easily entertained by the antics of an American infidel who works with a Jewish intelligence officer!!”
He said ‘works with’ not ‘worked with’, didn’t he? That means she’s still alive….
Tony smiled, imagining that the plan had actually worked that he had been able to sneak in, and now like Stringfellow Hawk, or like Magnum, he was breaking down the door to her cell…only to find her tying up her captor looking as sleek and fresh as she always did…and that smug, self-satisfied smile on her face. He could hear her now… 'What took you so long, Tony?'
Then a flash of pain jarred him back to the present. ‘Where is that kid?’ he thought, ‘ He was supposed to be backing him up….’
Tony could see through the window in his door that there was movement out in the hall….ready…one…two…three! It only took rocking the chair just a hair harder than the taking the punch that hit him in the cheek – and over he went shutting his eyes, but nothing would protect his ears.
Before the terrorist could say anything, the room exploded into a flash of light that Tony could see even with his eyes shut. The bang ruined any chance of hearing what was happening. All that he knew was that it had begun.
Hands, dirty, rough hands grabbed him, and soon they running through darkened hallways then out into the bright sunlight to a waiting helo where he could finally make out PFC Tamayo and Staff Sergeant Medina making sure he was secure. Across from him sat NCIS Agent Dwayne Wilson.
“Good to see you again, DiNozzo!”
"Where’s Ziva?!" Tony asked looking around.
“Who?!” Dwayne was having a hard time hearing above the rotor noise.
“Ziva!!" he barked, "Officer David!!”
“The Israelis have her! She’s fine!!” He motioned to the Crew Chief, “We’re good to go!!”
'Good to go…' it’s what Gibbs had said when they were at the airport…ready to leave…without Ziva….
Tony managed to get himself over to the scarred window of the helo. Down below were the slum areas of the Somali city they were leaving. In the distance he could barely make it out, but he could see a large helicopter with a subdued Star of David on its side…Ziva was on board that helo.
The big chopper followed them for a while over the Somali countryside, and then without warning, it veered off to the North…and away from them….
Ziva….
Tony felt his eyes burning, a tear slid silently down his dirty, bloody cheek….
-Fini
