A Shoulder to Cry On
I haven't written in such a long time, but after seeing the 30 second promo for "Shiva", I had to do a Tiva fic. This will probably be a two-shot, maybe more. But don't expect a multi-chapter story, as I've learned that I don't have time for that.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the beautiful minds of the creators and writers of NCIS. If I had the rights to Tony and Ziva, they would have gotten together in season 3 and they'd be married with children by now.
The horrific events that had occurred just one day earlier still didn't seem real. Eli was dead. The director's wife, Jackie, was dead. Their children were motherless and Vance was a widower. Tony watched anxiously as he saw Ziva starting to slip away before his eyes. She hadn't spoken since Friday night, and it was Saturday evening now.
Tony tried to reach out to her; as a friend, not as a coworker. Every time he asked what he could do, he was met by a blank stare and a shake of the head. His heart ached for his partner. He wanted his old Ziva back; the one that laughed at him and made him fall in love with her.
Finally, she spoke. They had obviously stayed at the office all of Saturday, trying to find who had done such a horrible thing. Ziva had been told to go home, but she wouldn't. She couldn't trust herself to be alone.
Tony was sitting at his desk, reading over papers, looking for any sort of lead. All of a sudden he looked up and saw Ziva leaning on the edge of his desk next to him. On any normal day he would have made some juvenile remark, but today was not a normal day. Things wouldn't be normal for a while.
"Hey," he whispered, turning his chair slightly to see her better.
She waited a minute before responding. "Can you take me to the synagogue?" She looked exhausted. She didn't have any make up on (which Tony didn't mind) and her hair was a mess of curls. Tony didn't need an explanation. He grabbed his keys and coat and they walked silently to the elevator.
Neither of them spoke at all as the drove the three or so miles to the synagogue. Tony pulled into a parking space and turned off the car. Ziva didn't move. She just sat there staring out of the front window.
"You want me to come in with you?" Tony asked.
Ziva shrugged slightly. "You can if you want to." She unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of the car. Before shutting the door she looked back at Tony. "I will not take long," she said, gently closing the door and walking away.
Tony turned the car back on to keep the heat going. He glanced at the clock; 10:34 at night. He looked out the window at the synagogue for several minutes. DiNozzo, you idiot, he thought. The woman you love is in there grieving and she needs you. He quickly turned off the car and practically ran into the building.
The door was open but no one was there except for him and Ziva. She had her back to him. She was standing about three rows from the front, next to a bench but not quite touching it. She turned around when she heard his footsteps.
"Sympathy is the last thing I want right now," she told him.
"What do you need?" he asked, continuing to walk towards her.
"Revenge," she said simply.
Tony nodded. Whatever she needed, he would help her get it. "Okay," he said.
She nodded her thanks and kept standing there. He wondered what she would do next. Then, she hung her head slightly and started to cry. Tony closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her just before her tears became full-body sobs. She held onto his shirt for dear life, her tears streaming down her face and onto his chest. "Shhh, Zi," he whispered, rocking her slightly. "I'm here."
Eventually her tears stopped, but they stood there for several more minutes. "Tomorrow," she whispered.
He knew what she meant. Revenge could wait until tomorrow. Tonight, she needed a hot meal and a hot shower and someone to talk to. Tomorrow, they, together, would find out who had killed her father.
A/N: What do you think? Should I continue? If I get enough positive feedback, the next chapter will be at Tony's apartment. :)
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