Disclaimer: Obviously I do not own any of NCIS, otherwise Tony and Ziva would be together by now. But here's hoping.

A/N: This is my first fan fic ever so please review and let me know what you think. I've got the entire story written down and I'll post the rest in chapters if I get good reviews. Thanks

Chapter One

Ziva left the bullpen, her mind full with all that had happened that day. They had caught their man. That was all that mattered. Even as she thought it she knew it was a lie. Driving home she could not stop her mind from thinking about Rony. His reaction to Micheal had been one mixed with suspicion and jealousy. Jealousy bespoke of feelings stronger that friendship. Insardly Ziva was pleased. She had slept with Micheal yes, but it was just a distraction. Her feelings for Tony had begun to effect the way she acted around him. She needed to fix that. If Tony ever found out that Ziva loved him and she learned that he didn't love her, well, she couldn't take that. So when Micheal came over from Israel on vacation Ziva took him up on his lng standing offer. They had been partners back then. Back when her entire life was Mossad. They had made her into a killer and no one could doubt that she was good. But her life was more than that now. NCIS had given her a kind of surrogate family. She loved all of them, but her love for Tony was deeper, it touched her very soul. Having realized this on the drover to her apartment she prepared herself for what she knew was about to happen. Tony was right. Micheal needed to go hom, and stay there.

She got out of her car ready to end the tryst between her and Micheal when she looked up at her window and saw two figures fighting. Wuickly she ran up the stairs, drawing her SIG just before reaching her door. Her hand was mere inches from the door handle when shots rang out from her appartment. She rushed in, gun drawn and ready to be used if neccesarry. The scene she found shocked her and nearly brought her to her knees. There on the floor were two men she cared about. One, Anthony DiNozzo, gun drawn, his free hand clutching his side. The other, lying in a heap on the floor was micheal Rivkin, her one time partner. She could see the blood seeping from his body to pool on her floor. His eyes were staring at her, lifeless.

Tony looked up at her, his face pained, "Ziva..I..he... I had no choice." She looked at him, anger evident on her face. The face he had once stolen glimpses at. The knowlede that she may be lost to him now killed him. If he could not win her heart he might as well be as dead as the Mossad officer who lay no more than three feet from him. He started to get up. The full impact hit her then and she was on him in an instant. Her knife drawn and placed strategically at his throat. "You killed him." She looked at him, barely contained rage in her eyes. He stared up at her knowing full well that she had the ability to kill him in less time than it took him to blink. "Ziva..I'm sorry..." She interrupted him "You killed him!" the knife pressed a bit deeper now and Tony could feel the very tip of the blade pierce his skin. "Tell me why" she said, her eyes locked with his searching for some answer. He paused before speaking "I came her talk to you about the case, it seems our man accessed the internet from your account Ziva!" She was puzzled for a moment before anger took control again. "How do you know this?" She asked, "Abbey...she pulled up the last known access points from Tabble's hard drive." Ziva got of him then, her knife still drawn. She reached for her cell and dialed Gibbs number. Her knife was spinning in her hand with graceful skill as she listened to the ring. "Yeah, Gibbs" he answered. "Gibbs, Micheal Rivkin..." there was a pause. "Spit it out Ziva!" She cleared her throat "Gibbs, Micheal Rivkin is dead." She looked at Tony. How could this ever be fixed? He killed her old partner, he killed an Israeli. How could she ever look at him without this anger inside of her? She finished filling Gibbs in and was told to wait there with Tony until the team arrived. She hung up her cell and looked at Tony. "Zee.." he started but was cut off," NCIS is on the way, we are ordered to wait here" Tony looked at the floor, he had killed men before in the line of duty, but never like this. Why didn't Rivkin just go home? Gibbs told him to go home, Tony told him to go home. Damn it, why couldn't the man just listen!?!?

Ziva left her apartment , she walked just out of sight and then leaned back on the wall, feeling the cold brick though her shirt. Her knees finally gave and she slid to the floor. Her hands covered her face and she could feel the first tears on her palms. If she had only gotten her sooner. Just a few moments would have been enough. Micheal might still be alive and she wouldn't have this rage and this love warring inside her all directed at one Tony DiNozzo. It was there, on the floor outside her apartment that Ziva David cried for the first time in ten years.

To Be Continued....