Author's Note: I've written fanfic before but never for NCIS. After the recent episode, I figured I just might try this out. The title of this has nothing to do with Twilight but is inspired by the Robyn song of the same name. Check it out, it is fantastic.

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or am I in any way affiliated with those who do.

--Eclipse--

Ziva looked at the number written on a scrap of paper. She picked up the receiver and started to dial when Tony wandered into the pen.

"Hey," she said. He glanced at her but his eyes were vacant and his brow creased. She replaced the receiver and palmed the paper as she examined him.

He stepped behind his desk, absently picking up and putting down files and pink notes. "Uh, hey. That paperwork--"

"McGee and I are almost done. There is no need to worry," Ziva cut in.

Tony nodded and rubbed the back of his neck. He felt her eyes roaming over his profile at the same time his tongue loosened and his stomach unraveled. It was Ziva. His partner. His unusually perceptive, intuitive partner who read him faster and better than any human being he has ever come in contact with. So why then did the words refused to leave his lips? Why then was it so hard to hold her gaze for more than two seconds?

"Tony," she started and he shook his head.

"I can't...I can't talk about this with you."

Ziva pursed her lips. "You mean you cannot talk to me about her."

There was a note of emotion in her voice that Tony didn't want to classify. He caught her steady eyes and knew that he had messed up somewhere between pretending with her and wishing with Dana. And he knew that he could not go to her with this, just like he could not go to her about Jeanne or Somalia or Paris or the tension that lessened or surged every other week.

Ziva watched him stand and turn off his computer. "Where are you going?"

He grabbed his keys and headed towards the elevator. "Somewhere. I need to think, clear my head. Can't do it here."

The doors slid closed and then reopened to admit her. Tony sighed as she flipped the switch.

"Why are you shutting me out?"

Her arms were loose at her sides. She forgot her brown leather jacket at her desk. Her hair was down and straight and he remembered that when he first met her, she had wavy black curls.

"I'm not shutting you out."

"Then talk to me. You were...attracted to this woman. You got involved. And now she is dead."

Tony scrubbed his face. She had an irritating way of just stating the facts when it was so much more than just facts.

"Yes, she's dead," he said. He turned to see her staring at him. "I had my dead man walking experience, so now I know how it feels."

Ziva blinked. "What?"

"Sanders."

Her face closed. "So Dana was your Sanders."

They stared at each other. Ziva didn't let her face betray how deeply he cut her. Sanders, yes, there was a definite possibility with him, but he had died and she found a deeper love, one that took her apart piece by piece until all she was was human.

Ziva broke the stare, flipping on the switch. They rode the elevator down in silence. The space between them was cavernous. When the elevator doors slid open, Tony started forward just as Ziva moved to hit the button to take her back up. He hesitated and held the door open.

She looked at him. This time her eyes did not search nor did they intuit. They were just eyes and he realized he had moved out of her orbit, just as she moved out of his.

"Yes, Tony?"

He removed his hand. "I just wanted to say goodnight."

She said nothing as the doors slid shut. She meant to say goodnight as well, but she didn't trust herself. She wondered if he would go to Gibbs. He would. He would go to him and build his own kind of boat to another one who got away.

The elevator doors drew back and Ziva went to her desk. The paper was still in her hand. She looked at the receiver. She looked at his desk. She saw him sitting at Dana's piano as though he had lost a lover. She could taste how sharp her own regret was. Too many times she had been the loser. Too many times.

Ziva picked up the phone and dialed. She waited.

"Hello, it is me, Ziva. Is that drink offer still good, Dunham?"