Ziva eyed the sky nervously and tapped her fingers on the steering wheel. When she had left NCIS the sky had been bright and sunny, but since then had turned a sickening greenish grey color. The wind had also picked up, tossing leftover leaves everywhere. Ziva knew that there was a bad storm on the way and this made her nervous.
Ziva had never liked thunderstorms, not even as a child. When they had gotten the rare storm in Tel Aviv Ziva's mother had taken Ziva and Tali into her bedroom and read them stories, trying to keep their minds off of the storm. After Ziva's mother had died, Ari would take care of them.
Shaking herself from her thoughts, Ziva pulled into her parking spot and ran towards her apartment just as the heavens opened and the rain came pouring down. Lighting lit up the sky in some sort of sinister fireworks show and the thunder wasn't far behind. Ziva jumped slightly as she hurried up the stairs to her apartment.
When Ziva opened the door, she found water coming in her open windows.
"Shit," Ziva swore as she rushed over to shut the windows. Lightning once again lit up the sky and Ziva closed the blinds. There was a crack of thunder and Ziva jumped, immediately feeling ashamed of feeling defenseless like she did.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Ziva walked to the door and opened it, surprised to find Tony standing there, dripping wet.
"Tony, what are you doing here?" Ziva asked as Tony walked in carrying a bag.
"There's a tornado warning and I didn't want you to be alone," Tony said as he put the bag on Ziva's table and began pulling things out. Tony pulled out a flashlight, a couple bottle of water, batteries, and a radio.
"What's all that for?" Ziva asked.
"Didn't you hear me? There's a tornado warning," Tony said. "Did you shut your windows?"
"Yes," Ziva said.
"Go back and open them a crack," Tony said. Ziva hurried over to the window and cracked it open. When she glanced at the sky, what she saw scared her. Coming out of the sky was a huge funnel shape. Ziva felt someone tugging her arm. It was Tony and he was pulling her towards the bathroom. "Come on, Ziva," Tony said.
Tony pulled Ziva into the bathroom, shut the door, and pushed Ziva into the tub. Tony got into the tub beside her and instinctively protected Ziva's body with his. At first all they heard was the rain hitting the window and the crack of thunder and then they heard it; the whirling sound of the wind.
"Tony" Ziva whispered, her voice shaking with fear. Tony tightened his grip on Ziva and his hand found hers and they intertwined. They both heard the glass break in the other room and heavy thudding noises as things fell. Ziva tightened her grip on Tony's hand.
Twenty minutes later it was over. Tony slowly let go of Ziva but she refused to let go of his hand. Tony slowly led her out of the bathroom and when they walked into the living room; their eyes were met with destruction. All of Ziva's window's had been smashed by a tree that was leaning precariously on the side of the building. Everything was soaked and some of the furniture had been moved by the wind.
"Wow," Ziva said.
"Well, you're gonna need a place to stay," Tony said.
"I'll get a bag," Ziva said, letting go of Tony's hand and Tony smiled. For once, he had been able to save her from something.
A/N: I was inspired by a really bad storm that we had the other night and I thought, oh, wouldn't this make a great story. Please review!