Okay, so I decided to make this the final chapter, since tomorrow night's episode is going to focus majorly on this whole subject, which is why I decided to write this. I am sure you will definitely enjoy the show more than this story, except I'm sure we'll never get to see any Tony/Ziva moment's anytime soon! BOOOOO Anyways, thanks for reading this story. I hope you enjoy this final chapter!
Gibbs and Vance stood in front of the observation window watching as Tony and Ziva got situated in the interrogation room. "You sure this is a good idea?" Vance asked, glancing towards Gibbs.
"You want to know what happened on that ship," Gibbs answered. "This is the only way you're going to get it. You may not notice, but Ziva is not fully healed from the whole ordeal. Whatever happened was not something she wants to relive."
Vance did not have a chance to reply, because at that moment, Tony began to talk. "What happened on the Damocles?" he asked softly.
"Upon staying in Israel in May, I was assigned to finish Officer Rivkin's mission of taking out the terrorist camp in Somalia. All I knew was that I was to work with an American with connections in the terrorist camp. We were to infiltrate the cell as undercover married weapons dealers," she said, earning a raised eyebrow from Tony. Sounded a little familiar, Tony thought to himself. "The night before we were to met with his contacts, the ship we were on came under the attack of what we thought were Somalian pirates. It was not until later that I learned it was Salim's men," Ziva explained, choosing to look at her hands on the table. "Patrick and I fought the men as best as we could with the limited arms we had. We ran out of bullets, and were forced into hand-to-hand combat. At some point in the fighting, Patrick and I were separated. That was the last time I ever saw him alive," she said, her voice growing quiet as she relieved the events in her mind. Tony saw the tears welling up in her eyes and reached over to hold Ziva's hand in his as a form of support, receiving a look of gratitude from the woman.
"Two men pinned my arms behind me while another walked up and hit me over the head with the butt of his gun," Ziva explained. "I do not remember anything between then and when I woke up tied to a metal chair in the middle of a dusty room. Salim wanted to know everything about NCIS and why they were trying to track him down. I could not figure out how he knew about my connection with NCIS," she said, looking up into Tony's eyes to see he was confused just the same.
Gibbs looked questioningly at Vance. His gut told him that there was something the NCIS director was not telling him, and he had a good idea that it had something to do with what the Secretary of the Navy had told him that night in his basement. Gibbs turned back to the window, choosing to continue listening to the story instead of asking the director. He would ask soon enough.
"The first two months I was held captive, we moved camps five times. Each time, I was put to sleep; I assume to lessen the risk of any escape attempts. I knew the first week I was there that there was no easy chance for escape. After Salim told me about sending the ship adrift towards the storm barreling to the east, I knew there would be little chance of rescue. Anyone who investigated the disappearance of the ship would assume all died when the ship sank," Ziva explained.
"What happened to Patrick?" Tony asked.
"I was told he was brought off the ship as well, but was accidently killed when he would not provide any intel," Ziva replied. "Salim tried to use his truth serum on him, but it had been tainted and Patrick went into cardiac arrest," she explained, and noticed Tony's eyes widen. "He threw that vile out and tested the one he used on you," she assured him.
"What did you tell them?" Tony asked, one side of him not wanting to ask, but the investigator side knowing it needed to be asked.
"Nothing," Ziva said after a moment. "They tried everything they could to get me to talk: beat me, tortured me, and starved me for days. I never told them anything. After two months of torture and beatings, it stopped suddenly. I knew they no longer believed I was worth anything, and prepared for them to finally kill me. They never did, and every day I sat there waiting for them to come in through the door. They never did. Then, one day Salim stormed in the room, threw a hood over my head, and I knew that was the day I would die. Imagine my surprise when the hood is pulled off and you are sitting there in front of me tied up," she said, looking into Tony's eyes as they each relived that very moment. "You know the story from there," she finished.
"Anymore questions?" Gibbs asked, turning to face Vance.
"Does your evidence support her statement?" Vance asked.
"Abby could not track down any evidence of the Damocles final resting place, but weather reports for the area show a massive storm system barreling through the area capable of sinking a ship the size of the Damocles. There was also a body found at the camp. There was no match to the DNA, but Ducky is working on identifying him. If we knew more about this Patrick, we could try to narrow down the dental results," Gibbs said, waiting for Vance to let him in on what had remained hidden from the team.
"His name is Corporal Rodger Patrick Turner," Vance replied after a moment of studying the couple on the other side of the window. "He was assigned as part of a joint operation between the Marine Corp and NCIS to infiltrate the terrorist cell. We had intel that linked a terrorist cell in Eastern Africa to the insurgents in Iraq and Afghanistan. Turner was to penetrate the cell and provide the coordinates to the camp. When we received those, a Task Force was to go in and destroy the camp. Our last contact with him was the night before he was to join the crew on the Damocles."
"Were you planning on filling me in at any point?" Gibbs asked. "That is what I am supposed to be investigating?"
"It was need to know," Vance told the team leader. "I needed to know the full involvement of David before I could fill you in on the situation. I needed her story to match up with what I knew."
"Every time I asked if you knew anything about Ziva, you knew she was trying to take out this cell?" Gibbs yelled at the man.
"I knew a Mossad officer had been assigned the mission, but Director David never mentioned it was her. Even if I had known, there would have been no way for me to tell you. She was no longer a part of your team, Gibbs."
"She will always be a part of my team whether you deem her so or not. There is nothing anyone can do to stop that," Gibbs yelled, storming out of the room. If he stayed there any longer, he was sure the organization would be looking for a new director.
Tony and Ziva jerked at the door to the interrogation room opening with Gibbs storming in. "That's good for now," Gibbs told the two. "Go home, get some rest. I'll have the statement drawn up and you can sign it tomorrow morning," he said to Ziva, his voice unusually softer than the two were used to. "If either of you need anything, don't hesitate to call," he said, before turning to leave the room. "Oh, don't make me have to head-slap the two of you. It stays out of the workplace," he warned the two with a slight smirk on his face. The two just smiled at the older man as he walked out of sight.
"Ready?" Tony asked, scooting his chair out so he could stand up.
"More than ever," Ziva said, sliding her chair out as well and following Tony out of the room.
"Want to swing by the movie store and rent a couple movies?" Tony asked as the two made their way through the maze of hallways that led to the bullpen.
"Only if I get to choose," Ziva proposed.
Tony studied her for a moment with an eyebrow raised, then said, "Fine, but I get to order the Chinese."
"Deal," Ziva said, feeling herself laugh for the first time in a long time.
Tony stood in the kitchen, cleaning up the mess left from their dinner. He stole a quick look at the back of Ziva's head as she snuggled up in his only chair. It was going to be a long road, but he was sure that they would get over the hump. Ziva still had a lot to go through, and he was going to be with her every step of the way, unlike in the past.
"What are you staring at?" Ziva asked, causing Tony to jump. He had not realized she was looking right at him.
"The most beautiful woman I've ever met," Tony admitted, finding himself walking towards her. "Did I just see Ziva David, the ninja that could kill with a paperclip, blush?" Tony acted astonished as he placed his hands on the arms of the chair, entrapping Ziva between him and the seat.
"It is hot in here," Ziva tried, but could not hide the smile that crept onto her lips.
Tony took that very moment to lean closer to Ziva and brush her lips with his. Before he could pull back, Tony felt Ziva's arms slip around his neck, pulling him back to her. Then two found themselves in a deep kiss. The pent up feelings the two had for each other seemed to spill over with that kiss, and each knew that this was the person they wanted for the rest of their lives. Everything seemed right when they were in each other's arms.
Tony lay in his bed with one arm holding Ziva tightly against him and the other gently rubbing circles on her shoulder. "I know there is going to be a lot of rough patches along the way, but I am here for you every step of the way. If you ever need anything, all you have to do is say so, and I'll come running," he told her, kissing the top of her head. "I love you, Zee-vah, and don't you ever forget that."
"I love you, too, Tony," Ziva whispered against his chest as she snuggled closer against him. This moment was the first time she'd felt truly safe in over a six months. Anything that was to get in the way of this happiness was not important anymore. All she cared about was rebuilding the strong relationship the two once had, and building it stronger than ever.
The Next Morning
Tony and Ziva walked into the bullpen, only seeing McGee at his desk. "How's the case?" Tony asked, walking over to the probie's desk.
"Solved," Gibbs said from behind the two. "Ducky matched the remains found at the terrorist compound to Corporal Rodger Patrick Turner. The high dose of sodium pentathol Salim gave Turner resulted in a massive heart attack, leading to his death. He had an unknown medical condition that never showed up on any physical," he explained.
"What about my position on the team?" Ziva asked.
"As of today you are officially on as a part-time special agent, pending completion of FLETC training," Gibbs answered. "You are scheduled to begin next month, until then you still aren't allowed to carry a gun, but you can investigate with us," he told her.
"Thanks, Gibbs," Ziva said, not looking forward to the training, but ready to be a part of the team again.