Hey guys! I felt like writing tonight and this is what I got done. Enjoy!
"So this is it then?" he asked.
"This is what?"
"Goodbye"
"Yes, I guess it is"
"I really didn't think it would be like this. I thought only dead could part us" he said.
"Isn't this less painful?"
"Maybe. At least I know you're alive and healthy. And there is still a possibility of you coming back"
"In your words: Maybe" she said and smiled a little.
This is the last call for today's flight to Tel Aviv. All the passengers get to gate 16.
Ziva hugged him, he hugged back. And then she placed a fast, sweet kiss on his cheek.
"Tony, I will miss you, I really will"
"So why don't you then stay?"
"I can't. I was meant to stay with you all these years, but I'm also meant to go now"
"How do you know what is meant to be, and what isn't?"
"I just feel it"
"Ziva…"
"Tony, I don't have time for this, I need to go"
And she left.
She walked to the gate, gave her passport. She was allowed to go. She turned around. Waved and smiled. But Tony saw it. He saw a tear rolling down her cheek.
She was gone. Gone forever? Maybe, who knows. Nobody knew about Ziva David's plans. Never had known, wasn't never going to know. At least she had stayed for eight years. But that increased the pain. He had begun to believe she was going to stay forever. But she hadn't. No. She left.
He drove home. He got to bed and started to cry. The pillowcase was wet of all the tears. He blamed himself. He hadn't done anything. Anything for real. He should've known. Should've known that words wouldn't help. Change needed acts, not words. Even though those words were full of feeling and came straight from the heart. He should've done something. Kissed her when he had the chance. Said those three words. Although they were also just words. But the most powerful three-word sentence in the world. Maybe that would have helped.
It was a week from her departure. Tony was walking home from a restaurant. Then he saw something. He didn't know what it was, but something forced him to turn around. And there, right across the street she saw a girl. But not just a girl. The girl. Ziva was looking right at him. She walked across the street. Came straight to him. No words. Just a passionate kiss.
"I don't need to say it, you know what I'm thinking of"
I hope you liked this little story. I would appreciate reviews a lot! xx Anna