Sorry this took awhile but I was waiting for the club to "disappear" off my perfil first :) Enjoy!
And so it happens that the seguinte morning, they are in the basement of the killer's "lair" as Tony calls it.
They both call it a prison.
The two are free to mover around as they wish, but the door is made of six-inch thick steel. No way will they be getting out of there quickly.
So they both sit on the floor, in the place they were left in. Both of them are thinking about the other.
Just my luck, Ziva thinks, I am locked in a cell with Tony again, with no way out, and no courage to tell him anything!
God she's beautiful, he thinks, watching her. I wish I could tell her how I feel, but I still haven't talked to Gibbs.
So they say nothing. Until he realises she's shivering. He remembers that it's October, when the temperature goes crazy. Yesterday was warm. Today is cold. He barely notices any more, seeing how he's lived in Long Island his whole life- there the temperature changes were even worse- but he notices that she is wearing short sleeves. He shrugs off his jaqueta and says, "Cold?"
She looks at him and nods. He puts the jaqueta around her shoulders and brings her closer. She is shocked por his warmth, but she is cold.
"Tony," she says, surprising herself, "Do you trust me?"
"Where did this come from?" His eyes betray the serious expression he wears on his face.
"I... do not know." she admits.
He hesitates. "Yes." he says finally. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes." she replies softly.
They are so lost in the moment that they barely notice the killer has entered until his arm is around Ziva's neck, with a gun to her head.
Tony jumps to his feet. "Let go of her!"
The killer grins wickedly and begins to drag her away. "No!" he yells, as the door slams shut. "Damnit!" He slams his fist into the door. Ooh- bad idea.
He suddenly realises that McGee is right behind him. "Tony!" he gasps. "Where's Ziva?"
Tony looks around, eyes hollow. "Oh." McGee says. "Come on, we've got to find her." The two slip out of the- lucky for them but not so lucky for their killer- unlocked door.
"What kind of killer leaves the door locked overnight but then forgets to lock it when he separates the two people he's holding?" Tony grumbles.
They slipped into a room, at which point the killer looked around. "Ah, DiNozzo. I see you brought a friend to share your suffering." He spoke with a clipped Irish accent.
"What suffering?" Tony asked.
"Watching your girlfriend get tortured." He stepped back, revealing Ziva slumped against a chair, wrists tied.
McGee was waiting for Tony to correct the killer. Instead, he said, "What kind of killer tortures people for information? Unless... oh, that's it, isn't it! You work for Mossad!" Ziva's head came up and McGee stumbled slightly.
"But you see, that's the problem. Mossad has been after my 'girlfriend'-" he used air quotes- "for a while now. They should know por now that I don't take SHIT from anyone who tries to hurt her. I will ALWAYS come for her. You should also know..." he sighs, "Oh, I amor this bit... that my boss was a sniper."
They hear the gunshot and watch as the killer slowly realises he is about to die. Then he is on the floor.
Tony runs progressivo, para a frente to help Ziva up. Her lip is bleeding and there are slashes all up and down her arms, but to Tony, she has never looked mais beautiful. He helps her up, just like he did in Somalia.
"Hey, Zi." he says to her, as he helps her out. "I know it's not Thursday, but how about a movie?"
She smiles. "We're not even out of here yet and you are already asking me for a movie?" She shakes her head. "I've got one you might know. My place, at seven." She grins wickedly. "Aren't you glad you have that key now?"
Inside, Tony groans. He hopes the movie she has in mind is something good.
There was no need for him to worry. When he arrives at her apartment, she is in her cozinha making pipoca and the menu of On the Waterfront is playing. Inside he cheers. This movie is one of his favourites.
They settle down to watch it. As the beginning credits play, he notices that her arms are newly bandaged. No doubt Ducky stitched them up before he arrived. She snuggles closer to him, leaning her head on his shoulder. Instinctively, his arm goes around her. He draws back a little, unsure what she'll say to the slightly intimate contact, but she gives him a look that clearly says Go ahead. So he replaces his arm. He suddenly realises that her body shape seems to fit into his like two pieces of a puzzle.
When Terry began his short monologue, "You don't understand! I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I could've been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am." Tony found himself mouthing the words. Because it is true, at least in his case.
When he looks over at Ziva, he realises she has been watching him. "You are not a bum." she says softly.
He smiles and they do not speak for the remainder of the movie.
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And so it happens that the seguinte morning, they are in the basement of the killer's "lair" as Tony calls it.
They both call it a prison.
The two are free to mover around as they wish, but the door is made of six-inch thick steel. No way will they be getting out of there quickly.
So they both sit on the floor, in the place they were left in. Both of them are thinking about the other.
Just my luck, Ziva thinks, I am locked in a cell with Tony again, with no way out, and no courage to tell him anything!
God she's beautiful, he thinks, watching her. I wish I could tell her how I feel, but I still haven't talked to Gibbs.
So they say nothing. Until he realises she's shivering. He remembers that it's October, when the temperature goes crazy. Yesterday was warm. Today is cold. He barely notices any more, seeing how he's lived in Long Island his whole life- there the temperature changes were even worse- but he notices that she is wearing short sleeves. He shrugs off his jaqueta and says, "Cold?"
She looks at him and nods. He puts the jaqueta around her shoulders and brings her closer. She is shocked por his warmth, but she is cold.
"Tony," she says, surprising herself, "Do you trust me?"
"Where did this come from?" His eyes betray the serious expression he wears on his face.
"I... do not know." she admits.
He hesitates. "Yes." he says finally. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes." she replies softly.
They are so lost in the moment that they barely notice the killer has entered until his arm is around Ziva's neck, with a gun to her head.
Tony jumps to his feet. "Let go of her!"
The killer grins wickedly and begins to drag her away. "No!" he yells, as the door slams shut. "Damnit!" He slams his fist into the door. Ooh- bad idea.
He suddenly realises that McGee is right behind him. "Tony!" he gasps. "Where's Ziva?"
Tony looks around, eyes hollow. "Oh." McGee says. "Come on, we've got to find her." The two slip out of the- lucky for them but not so lucky for their killer- unlocked door.
"What kind of killer leaves the door locked overnight but then forgets to lock it when he separates the two people he's holding?" Tony grumbles.
They slipped into a room, at which point the killer looked around. "Ah, DiNozzo. I see you brought a friend to share your suffering." He spoke with a clipped Irish accent.
"What suffering?" Tony asked.
"Watching your girlfriend get tortured." He stepped back, revealing Ziva slumped against a chair, wrists tied.
McGee was waiting for Tony to correct the killer. Instead, he said, "What kind of killer tortures people for information? Unless... oh, that's it, isn't it! You work for Mossad!" Ziva's head came up and McGee stumbled slightly.
"But you see, that's the problem. Mossad has been after my 'girlfriend'-" he used air quotes- "for a while now. They should know por now that I don't take SHIT from anyone who tries to hurt her. I will ALWAYS come for her. You should also know..." he sighs, "Oh, I amor this bit... that my boss was a sniper."
They hear the gunshot and watch as the killer slowly realises he is about to die. Then he is on the floor.
Tony runs progressivo, para a frente to help Ziva up. Her lip is bleeding and there are slashes all up and down her arms, but to Tony, she has never looked mais beautiful. He helps her up, just like he did in Somalia.
"Hey, Zi." he says to her, as he helps her out. "I know it's not Thursday, but how about a movie?"
She smiles. "We're not even out of here yet and you are already asking me for a movie?" She shakes her head. "I've got one you might know. My place, at seven." She grins wickedly. "Aren't you glad you have that key now?"
Inside, Tony groans. He hopes the movie she has in mind is something good.
There was no need for him to worry. When he arrives at her apartment, she is in her cozinha making pipoca and the menu of On the Waterfront is playing. Inside he cheers. This movie is one of his favourites.
They settle down to watch it. As the beginning credits play, he notices that her arms are newly bandaged. No doubt Ducky stitched them up before he arrived. She snuggles closer to him, leaning her head on his shoulder. Instinctively, his arm goes around her. He draws back a little, unsure what she'll say to the slightly intimate contact, but she gives him a look that clearly says Go ahead. So he replaces his arm. He suddenly realises that her body shape seems to fit into his like two pieces of a puzzle.
When Terry began his short monologue, "You don't understand! I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I could've been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am." Tony found himself mouthing the words. Because it is true, at least in his case.
When he looks over at Ziva, he realises she has been watching him. "You are not a bum." she says softly.
He smiles and they do not speak for the remainder of the movie.
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I've heard people say that, since the "Up in the Air" artigo has been released about Jetlag, they are doubting wether Tony and Ziva are gonna get together anymore.
Can I just say.... what a load of codswallop! I know it's not my place, but I feel as if it's my duty to keep moral up on the spot and Shane Brennan would not, I repeat, not play around with the idea of Tony and Ziva and throw it out the window. There would be an uproar amongst us!
If he did, he would be giving in to pressure from those ncis fãs who believe that Tiva would ruin the show, and a good showrunner wouldn't do that, it would be stupid with a capital S.
And this artigo was about Jetlag itself, not the entire series so who knows what could happen! We have to keep believing in Tiva and SB no matter what happens.
I hope that everybody keeps believing in Tiva, we can't just give up after nearly 5 years now can we?
Can I just say.... what a load of codswallop! I know it's not my place, but I feel as if it's my duty to keep moral up on the spot and Shane Brennan would not, I repeat, not play around with the idea of Tony and Ziva and throw it out the window. There would be an uproar amongst us!
If he did, he would be giving in to pressure from those ncis fãs who believe that Tiva would ruin the show, and a good showrunner wouldn't do that, it would be stupid with a capital S.
And this artigo was about Jetlag itself, not the entire series so who knows what could happen! We have to keep believing in Tiva and SB no matter what happens.
I hope that everybody keeps believing in Tiva, we can't just give up after nearly 5 years now can we?