(Dis: i don't own CBS or ncis including its characters, just making what i think will be a sweet finale!)
*Propellers start, a plane takes off from a pista at coração racing speed. There is only two people on board. Their names are concealed, but their faces are shown. They are white and look to be of Christian race. Their coração beats are racing, not knowing the outcome of the flight ahead*
(cut to bull-room at NCIS)
Gibbs is sitting at his desk, drinking his coffee. McGee is typing something at breakneck speed. Tony is talking to McGee as he types.
He flipped the emergency switch and turned to Ziva. Her brow was wrinkled in confusion. "Tony...", she began. He placed his finger to her lips to quiet her. "But Tony I don't underst....", she whispered. "Ziva just listen to me for a minute. Ever since you came waltzing in with your tough girl attitude, cargo pants and your worldly experiences I had this feeling that we were meant to be. But what do I know about suff like that? Nothing. So I ignored my feelings dia after day, week after week, mês after month, but I just can't do it anymore." He stopped to take a breath and almost fearfully...
She stared at the phone, wondering if she should call him. But what if I ring and he rings at the same time and we miss each other? She slapped a cold, harsh palm against her forehead. I'm not this girl, I'm Ziva David, she told herself, shaking her head.
She had changed so much since she met Tony. She'd become the jealous, reading-into-everything-he-says type of girl. She detested what she had become. She defended herself against murderers, rapists, you name it. So how could one man make her mais scared than she had even been, yet still make her coração skip a beat, every...