I don’t think taking my hair tie out has ever felt this painful in my entire life.
Seeing something once so amazing now derailing and becoming less popular is both amusing and upsetting.
This is the line that has gotten me through life.
Can I adopt Danny’s daughter Grace from Hawaii Five-0? She’s a cute little button.
Rebekah Mikaelson was one of my favorite female characters on The Vampire Diaries. She was my favorite female character on The Originals. The news about her being written off are heartbreaking for me. I loved Rebekah Mikaelson and I loved Claire Holt. I’m very sad right now and I know that I,…
"You Are Free" - Klaus & Rebekah TO 1x16 Farewell To Storyville PT 18
Klaus lets Rebekah Go…. to find happiness
Klaus Comforts Rebekah - The Originals 1x16 Farewell To Storyville PT 1
Flash back to Klaus and Rebekah as children.
In one sentence is the spark of a story. Ignite.
“McGee, where the hell are we going?”
Tony’s breath heaves in their ears; over static and the sound of her own, heavy panting. Behind them, metal doors fly open and resound across the warehouse rooftop. Picking up speed, Ziva bursts past Tony as they fly around several shipping containers and hears her partner groan from behind her.
“We are running out of rooftop, Tim.” She shouts, looking quickly over her shoulder to see their three tails gaining on them. One of the men reaches for his waist, and her own hand drops to the loaded weapon at her side.
Furious typing echoes in their ears as they weave between crates. “I’m trying,” Tim says panicked, just as the first shot cracks across the rooftop and echoes loudly from around them.
Ziva twists while Tony flies past her; taking aim and shooting three consecutive rounds, then turning around once again to catch up with her partner. She smirks as she hears one of them cry out and their gun clatter to the ground, his body following a second later.
More gunfire rings out from behind them. As Ziva falls into step beside Tony, he reaches for her free hand and grabs her, pulling her with him behind a storage shed.
They stumble, falling on top of one another, and there’s a second there with hands and breaths mingle dangerously together. But the sound of gunfire grows louder, and Ziva quickly untangles herself from Tony, using her hands on his shoulders to push herself up. Tony’s hands guide her off him and he heaves himself off the ground, straightening up behind Ziva. She fires off rounds while ducking around the corner, but she can’t look for too long and he watches her frustration quickly build.
“I do not have a clear shot.” She grits out, throwing her back against the wall as another storm of bullets hail from behind their cover. McGee’s rushed voice fills their ears.
“Guys, it says you’re right on top of it.”
The partners whip their heads toward each other, then scan their eyes around the rooftop. Nodding toward Ziva, Tony takes a step out into the open area of the rooftop, and Ziva gives him a hard nod in return, throwing herself around the corner to fire off more shots to cover him.
“There’s nothing here, Tim.” Tony growls in their ears. Ziva keeps an eye on his back out of the corner of her eye; keeping the other eye on their pursuers.
“How far off the ground are we?” Ziva’s voice takes on a slightly panicked edge, and that catches Tony’s attention. He turns around and sees Ziva hold up her weapon, discharging an empty cartridge.
Tony steps toward a raised concrete wall that blocks an unobtrusive skylight. His voice is hard in her ear.
“I’m not Jason Bourne-ing it again. That was the deal last time: no more jumping.”
Ziva aims at one of the men’s shoulder, hissing a curse of irritation when the bullet lodges in a crate behind him instead.
“Who is Jason Bourne?”
McGee’s typing doesn’t pause. “The protagonist from a series of novels that were adapted into a–”
“Jesus, Ziva.” Tony groans, cutting him off. “I lent you the movie two years ago. Watch it already.”
Ziva opens her mouth to speak, but then Tony’s yell startles her.
“Ziva, look out!”
She turns around just in time to see one of the men lunging toward her. She narrowly misses his outstretched arm, and his hand curls around empty air as she drops low to sweep her leg under his.
Tony’s half-way toward her when the thug falls. She kicks the fallen gun out from his reach, causing it to skid along the rooftop toward Tony’s feet. She runs toward him, and he grabs the gun before turning with her toward the edge of the rooftop.
“Guys, what’s happening?” McGee’s voice fills their ears, but anything he says next is drowned out by the return of more gunfire. Tony reaches for her to roughly shove her body in front of his, and in the next seconds that follow her brain registers the following things:
The gunfire, a soft sound of surprise from Tony, the blurred color of red, and Tony’s weight pulling her as he stumbles backward.
Her feet leave the ground, and the sudden rush of gravity pulses through her body before everything fades to black.