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Based on the song 'Give me love' by Ed Sheeran
Give me love like her,
'cause lately I've been waking up alone,
Paint splattered teardrops on my shirt
Told you I'd let them go,
And that I'll fight my corner,
Maybe tonight I'll call ya,
After my blood turns into alcohol,
No, I just wanna hold ya,
Tony's POV
No matter how many dates he went on, no matter how many girls he went home with and no matter how much he tried to take his mind off her, he couldn't. He simply couldn't.
Why did it have to be her? He kept repeating the question to himself. Why couldn't it be Jeanne? He smiled to himself, He knew why it couldn't be Jeanne. Even so the feelings he once held for Jeanne now had a better place to go, not that she felt the same, not that he'd asked her. He'd just assumed ignoring one of the key parts of being an investigator 'Investigators don't assume anything'.
He returned to the mental list of the girls he'd loved, why not Paula? E.J? Wendy? Why didn't he go back to Wendy? He'd even have settled for Brenda, anyone but her. The one person he couldn't live without. The one person he'd never had the courage to tell her.
Tony made a mental note to himself never again to come into work this early, his goal had been to do some paperwork he'd been behind on... that had failed as soon as he saw her empty desk and had tried to imagine a world without her, he hadn't succeeded in that either. He concluded it to be impossible.
*ding* the lift doors slid open and out came Ziva. On time as ever, she stopped briefly at seeing Tony there before her before continuing to her desk and placing her bag behind her. "Are you ill Tony?"
"No. Why would you think that?"
"The fact you are here before me. Did you break up with someone? "
"No I haven't."
"Then what? Do not make me torture you Tony. I will if I have to!"
"It's nothing Zi really, I just needed to catch-up on my paperwork"
Ziva seeming unsatisfied with his response took off her coat, sat slowly down into her chair and proceeded to turn on her computer.
Tony chose this time to take her outfit of the day in. A dark green tank top that left nothing to the imagination, her khaki pants that he hadn't seen in a while (he'd always loved the way they curved her hips and then turned away as the material reached her thighs) he supposed she stopped wearing them as they tended to find themselves getting lower and lower throughout the day as her phone, gun and badge weighed them down, she finished off the look with the boots she wore most days, her kick-ass (sometimes literally) comfy shoes that she loved to wear when they started long cases.
Gibbs strolled in, coffee in hand sounding the siren "Grab your gear" he slowed when he noticed an empty desk where McGee should've been. "Tony call McGee"
Tony and Ziva followed Gibbs to the elevator not knowing that this case would push their feelings to the limit... and that they may not survive the dangers that this ensured.
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