Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own any of the characters in this story :( BUT I created the idea for this story, so unless you want to continue this plot line for whatever reason (which you should definitely PM me asking to do so!) you should not under any circumstances be copying (not even you change it a tad) this plot!
Setting: You'll figure it out, but the story is set after Tony and Gibbs leave Ziva in Tel Aviv. I'm just going to pretend that the whole Ziva being beat up in Somalia never happened! :)
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Ziva David swallowed and closed her eyes. She knew what had to be done. Opening her eyes she raised her NCIS issue cell phone to eye level and scrolled down her contacts to Gibbs' name. She breathed in slowly and let it out. Clicking the little green phone button when she'd selected his work number, she raised the cell to her ear. It rang. And rang. And rang. And rang. Ziva was gathering hope with each ring, when a voice came through the earpiece. "This is Special Agent Gibbs' cell phone. He's not here right now, so please leave a message." Ziva's heart had stopped beating and she'd choked up. It was Tony's voice. A tear ran down her cheek and she quickly wiped it away. He killed Michael! Stop missing him! She told herself. It didn't help. Ever since Tony and Gibbs had flown away on that fighter jet back to D.C., she couldn't help but constantly think about Tony. Ziva had never admitted to herself that she liked Tony. Liked him more than a friend. But after three hours on the fighter jet she, herself had taken back on to D.C. to bring back all of her belongings, Ziva had finally realized this and grew quite ashamed of herself. How had she fallen for her partner, well her previous partner, and for the man who'd killed the man she'd loved? Easy. After four years working with him, it was a tad obvious how much they liked each other. What with all the constant, subconscious flirting and all! So when she heard Tony's voice on the phone it cut her raw heart open again.
Since she'd reached Gibbs' voice mail (knowing that if anyone had been at NCIS at the time, they would have picked up the phone and taken a message), which had been her goal all along, she hung up the phone without uttering a word. Ziva then opened her car door and stepped out, pulling a single cardboard box out with her. She walked up the walkway to the front doors of NCIS. After passing through security and receiving a guest badge, she pushed the normal elevator button without thinking. Placing the box on the floor, Ziva raised her hands to her face and vigorously rubbed her eyes. When the elevator dinged she bent down and picked up the box again, and then stood back up as the doors opened. She took another deep breath and walked through the doors. Her throat tightened as the bullpen came into view.