A/N: So this little idea came into my head after I watched the season finale and I decided to put it on paper. This story starts when Ziva and Tony are clearing everyone out of the hallway and because I can't wait until next season to find out what happens will continue on from there. I am not sure yet if I am just going to make this a small three chaptered story, or if I am going to turn it into something bigger than that. (Would love to hear your opinion on that by the way) Oh and if any of you are currently reading my story This Is Home I apologize for the delay, I have like fifty ideas running around in my head for the next chapter and I can't get a definite one pinned down, but I'm working as hard as I can and I hope to have it up by tomorrow. Anyway, hope you all enjoy this, reviews are welcome!

Till Never Do Us Part

Chapter One

"That's everybody, you go Ziva." Tony touched her arm lightly and flicked his gaze back down the hall. He was Senior Field Agent and even though he would much rather be making sure Ziva got out of the building safely, he knew he should do another sweep of the floor.

"No, I am not going without you." She retorted sharply. Her chocolate brown eyes briefly met his emerald green one with a look that was pleading yet fierce and when she tugged on his arm he knew there would be no arguing with her and frankly he didn't want to.

Tony let her lead him down the hall towards the staircase, but when he turned left and began heading for the elevator Ziva stopped short. He had only made it a few feet down the hall before he realized she was no longer beside him and he turned back partially.

"We need to check the elevator." He said in response to the confused look on her face.

Ziva hesitated for a beat, but then nodded and walked back up beside him nonchalantly slipping her small, delicate hand into his larger one. They continued walking, neither bringing any attention to her action as both needed the contact to keep their calm façade from cracking. When they made it to the elevator Ziva reached out, punched the button, and the doors opened immediately to reveal an empty elevator car.

"Alright, it is empty. Let's get out of here." She took a step back in the direction she had come but wasn't able to go any further; Tony was rooted to the spot and he had her hand in a firm grip. "Tony, what are you doing? We need to go."

"The stairs are going to be crazy and overcrowded, why don't we just take it?" The doors started to close and he shot his hand out to keep them open.

Ziva worried her bottom lip with her teeth, considering the dangers of both options and decided they were equally risky, but since they were already right beside one of them it made her choice easier. She nodded her head and let him lead her into the elevator.

Ziva reluctantly pulled her hand out of his grasp to hit the button for the bottom floor. The elevator jerked and they began descending. Neither spoke, the only sound was her fingers nervously tapping against the side of her leg as she watched the yellow light slowly move down the row of buttons as they made it closer to their destination. She thought briefly about how six years ago she would barely have blinked an eye at a bomb threat. But, she thought looking over at Tony, a lot of things had changed in the past six years; the least of which being her feelings for the man standing beside her.

They seemed to be at a standstill at the moment as they were both single; Tony had quit sleeping with any girl that walked by and Ziva had come to her senses and seen Ray for who he really was. Neither was willing to make the first move after all these years of waiting and while some might say it was Rule 12 that was holding them back, if you knew them well enough it was easy to see that they were both scared of venturing from the easy, bantering friendship they shared into unknown territory.

The elevator car had just made it down to the fourth floor when it suddenly jerked, sending Ziva flying into Tony. He leaned against the wall briefly, his arm instinctively wrapped around her waist and hers encircled his middle just before they fell to the ground. Ziva landed on top, her left hand fell on his right as she curled into him, the hand on her back coming to rest on her head protectively.

It seemed like it had been a lifetime when the elevator finally stopped moving, but in reality it had only been a few seconds. Ziva kept her eyes shut tight and focused on the sound of Tony's heart beating fast against her ear and waited until his pulse had slowed down to relax and get her own heart to stop racing.

"Zi?" Tony whispered, his hand rubbing up and down the back of her head. "You okay?"

She slowly opened her eyes and found his worried gaze boring into her, "I think so, are you?"

"Yeah, but you need to stay really still for a sec, 'kay?" He moved his right hand from where it had been resting under hers and started to reach behind her back.

"What are you doing?" She didn't move a muscle as ordered, but was confused as to what he was doing and why he was doing it.

"There is part of a pane of glass from the light on your back, I don't know if it cut you, I can't really see, but either way I need to get it off." Tony carefully positioned his hand on the glass so he wouldn't get cut when he pulled it off of her. "Alright, on three; one…two…three."

Ziva yelped out in pain as the piece of glass was pulled not just off, but out of her back. She hadn't felt any pain at first, hadn't even known it was there, but now that the glass was gone her back felt like it was on fire.

"It was in your back then?" Tony questioned, trying to keep his voice steady.

She nodded her head and squeezed the hand that had come back to rest under her own. "It hurts Tony."

He kissed the top of her head and squeezed back, "I'm sorry and what I need to do next is probably going to hurt even more." He paused briefly, trying to rein in his nerves before continuing. "Zi, I'm going to have to slide you off and take off your jacket to see how bad the damage is."

She took a deep breath as a few tears trickled down her cheeks and shakily responded, "Okay."

"Okay, one…two…three." Tony carefully slid her off his stomach and onto the floor.

Once she was flat on her stomach he got to work, first shrugging of his jacket and balling it up under her head so she was a little bit more comfortable. He went slowly when removing the jacket, taking extra care not to cause her anymore pain. Once it was safely removed, he threw the bloodied piece of clothing to the corner of the elevator. Tony took in the torn black shirt on her back and decided the only way to get a really good look at the injury was to rip it the rest of the way open. He asked for her permission to do so and she merely nodded, clenching her jaw against the pain that came from his action.

Tony bit back a gasp as his eyes traveled over the wound. The upper and very bottom parts of her back appeared to be completely unharmed, but almost smack dab in the middle was a huge gash that ran all the way across her back. He took a few seconds to compose himself before bending down closer to inspect the wound. Thankfully there didn't seem to be any little pieces of glass imbedded in her flesh and the wound didn't appear to go very deep but it was bleeding profusely. Tony hurriedly began unbuttoning his shirt and folded it up to where the sleeves started to create the most amount of absorption as possible.

He gently placed the white material over the gash, "Can you lift your stomach up so I can slide the rest under?"

Ziva didn't answer, but did as he asked and Tony quickly slid one of the sleeved under her stomach, bringing the other one down to it so he could tie them together. This time he did not warn her of his next move or how tightly he was going to pull the shirt together because he knew if he did she would tense up and it would only make it hurt worse. She let out a strangled cry and his heart panged.

"Shh, shh. I'm sorry, I know it hurts." He waited till he was sure the wave of pain had passed and grabbed her jacket from the corner and laid it over her back so she didn't get cold.

"Tony?" Ziva whispered so softly Tony almost missed it.

"Yeah Zi?"

"Could you…lay down beside me?" The voice that came from his partner was so shy, small, and scared that for a second he wasn't even sure it was her that had asked.

"Of course." He started to lie down, but something near the button panel caught his eye. He reached up, first pressing the 'Open Door' button and when nothing happened he hit the 'Emergency' button which would not only send a signal to the fire department, but also make the light outside of every entrance blink red to alert anyone still in the building of their situation.

"It looks like we could be here for a while." He stated before lying down next to her.

Ziva sighed, a single tear trickled down her face, and she squeezed her eyes shut, "We should have taken the stairs."

Tony brushed a hand over her hair soothingly, "Don't worry; everything is going to be fine."

She opened her eyes and bit her lip against the sob that was trying to escape, "Promise?"

Tony scooted closer, cradling her head against his chest, being careful not to jostle her, and placed a kiss on top of her head, "I promise."

They stayed in that position for some time, comfortable in each other's arms. Ziva's breathing began to even out and just when Tony thought she was asleep and was about to get a little rest himself she shifted her head so he was staring into her eyes.

"Do you want to know something?" Confused, he simply nodded his head. "Even though I am in a great deal of pain and we have no idea when or if we will ever get out of here safely, I would not want to be trapped in an elevator or anywhere else with anyone but you."

To Be Continued…