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06 July 2011 @ 10:54 am
Dragon's Lair  
Title: Dragon's Lair
Length/Word Count: 743
Pairing/Characters: Tony/Ziva
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not my sandbox ... I'm just playing in it. I'll clean up when I'm done.
Summary: Landing in Tel Aviv, Tony understands what he needs to do. Support Ziva, and find a killer. - Takes place after 8x24 Pyramid

Previously in The Dragon Series...
Part 1 by kytivafan: Slaying Dragons
Part 2 by heartundone: Dragon Slayer
Part 3 by kytivafan: Out of the Dragon’s Shadow
Part 4 by heartundone: Dragons and Doubt
Part 5 by kytivafan: Dragon's Dance




All he dreamed about on the flight to Tel Aviv were dragons. Coming after him, after Ziva, and killing without conscience. Being a dragon slayer had lost its thrill. Eli’s death came at a higher cost then he had ever imagined. The Ziva that he had known for over five years had changed drastically since she showed up at his door. The fiercely independent woman who had needed no one had turned into a woman who drew her strength from the touch of his hand and the curve of his arm.

He felt his stomach drop as the plane began its decent and he squeezed Ziva’s hand to calm the nerves he could tell were surging through her body. The plane bumped across the runway and his eyes met hers, silently telling her everything would be ok.

She stepped off the plane first, Tony behind her, his hand on her waist, guiding her down the staircase. He saw a black car waiting for them and he wasn’t surprised to see Malachi standing beside it. The Israeli looked older and more tired than the last time Tony saw him. Malachi nodded to Tony and for a moment Tony thought that he saw a mix of respect and approval in Malachi’s eyes.

Ziva didn’t fight Malachi for the keys as she would have in the past; instead she slid silently into the backseat. Laying a hand on Malachi’s shoulder, Tony shook his head with a frown and slid in beside Ziva. Malachi slid behind the driver’s seat and handed Ziva a dossier before pulling away from the landing strip.

As Malachi drove, he told them both about Eli’s death, the unknown American that may have been involved and the web of lies that Eli’s life had been tangled in. Tony took in every word that Malachi said, while Ziva flipped idly through the dossier, hearing none of it. Tony kept his arm around Ziva, but for the first time since she showed up at his apartment he was focusing on something beyond her. Malachi’s eyes met his in the rearview mirror and he knew that what he was being told was not public knowledge, but instead something that he was being trusted with. Tony nodded in understanding.

They pulled up to David’s compound and as they stepped from the car, Tony felt Malachi’s personality shift from confidant to Mossad agent. Tony appreciated the change, understanding that if he needed to, Malachi could slip back just as easily - for the first time, they were on the same side. As Malachi showed them the suite they would be staying in, Tony found a new appreciation for the Israeli when he didn’t try to show Tony to another room. It was evident that even Malachi realized Ziva should not be left alone.

He heard Malachi tell them that the funeral would be in the morning, and leave. Turning to Ziva, he frowned. She still clutched the folder in her hand from the car, but she wasn’t looking at it. Instead she was looking out the window, staring at the sun setting over the city. Tony came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, letting her lean into him.

For a moment he allowed himself to think what the trip would be like if the circumstances had been better. If her father was alive, if they were visiting the city as tourist, or as two people in love who wanted to experience the city Ziva had grown up in. He pulled her closer, inhaling the scent of her shampoo. There would never be a trip like that. She had told him before they left DC that after this trip she would never return to Tel Aviv.

Pulling her away from the window he took the folder from her hand and tossed it to the floor. He ran his fingers through her hair and framed her face with his hands. Their eyes met and he for a moment he saw something other than grief in her eyes. When she shifted closer to him and tilted her chin up, he responded by instinct. Closing the remaining space between them he softly pressed his lips to hers. When she kissed him back, it was gentler then it had been in his apartment, less needy, more giving. She pulled away first and met his eyes. This time he was sure there was something other than grief in her eyes.
 
 
 
kytivafan: SQUEEkytivafan on July 6th, 2011 09:13 pm (UTC)
She pulled away first and met his eyes. This time he was sure there was something other than grief in her eyes

maybe they are both on the same page at the same time - finally!!!
proseac1 on July 7th, 2011 12:30 am (UTC)
Yay, we have Malachi in this one! I like that he confided in them, that he's on their side for once. Hope you're going where I think you are with this...

Just one little nitpick - I think you meant "confidant" not "confident" in paragraph 6.

Wonder what'll happen at the funeral?
HeartUndone: NCIS - Glanceheartundone on July 7th, 2011 12:42 am (UTC)
Great nitpick! My spell check and I went round and round with that word for some reason and I didn't even notice it ended up being wrong!
proseac1 on July 7th, 2011 12:44 am (UTC)
Yeah, that's why I never bother using spell check, because it doesn't help with things like that. I obsessively read my stuff about 10 times before I post it (except when I post comments...hee!)

The older I get, the more often I goof on my spelling the first time around, so those read-throughs are becoming ever more important for me...
HeartUndoneheartundone on July 7th, 2011 12:54 am (UTC)
I just get the little underlines in Word, and see what they want me to fix ... other than that it's obsessive reading. Apparently I should have read one more time ... though, I probably would have still missed it!
proseac1 on July 7th, 2011 01:00 am (UTC)
Oh, those little squiggly lines drove me insane, I had to turn them off!

Part of the problem for me, is that in order for some of my software to work properly, I have to have my Regional Settings programmed for the U.S. dictionary. So then I got error messages whenever I put the 'u' in flavour or neighbour, for example. I stubbornly cling to my Canadian/British spellings! Tee hee!

Do you ever get that weird thing happening, where you type a word, and it looks wrong to you, but you know it's right? It's been happening to me more, of late. I guess it's a sign of advancing age, or...something. :)
HeartUndoneheartundone on July 7th, 2011 01:02 am (UTC)
I do that too. Sometimes I look at a story for so long that a ton of words look wrong.
proseac1 on July 7th, 2011 01:03 am (UTC)
And that's why I'll never again post anything without a beta. I no longer trust myself. Hee!
HeartUndoneheartundone on July 7th, 2011 01:09 am (UTC)
If I'm posting an exchange or a bigbang I always use a beta ... if I'm just posting, I don't always bother. One day it may bite me in the ass ...
proseac1 on July 7th, 2011 02:32 am (UTC)
Well, I got bitten big-time with ROH. That taught me my lesson. When I'm writing more than a one-shot (and even often on those) I can't see clearly because I'm too close to it, and I need another pair of eyes to look at it objectively and tell me where I've gone astray or missed an opportunity.

I don't rely on a beta for grammar and spelling, but I do for the bigger picture stuff...

Some people, like LittleSammy, don't seem to need betas. But for the rest of us mere mortals, they serve a valuable purpose, I've learned.
HeartUndone: POTTER - Rav over educatedheartundone on July 7th, 2011 02:40 am (UTC)
I like to pretend that I have the education to back up my beta-less writing ... then I can at least pretend my degree is good for something.
ophelias_heart: Zivaophelias_heart on August 25th, 2011 03:21 pm (UTC)
I don't know how I missed you writing this, but it's amazing as your stuff always is!!