Introduction:
so this is a story I wrote about a year ago. I just imagined what it'd be like if Tony and Ziva were dating, and if Tony broke the promise not to hurt her. Then the whole background story took shape and...here we are! Very angsty I hope you like it.
WARNING: This story contains sensitive themes such as suicide, depression, and violence. If these themes have an affect on you please do not read this story (rated M, I remind you)
Disclaimer: I don't own, NCIS, it's characters, or anything.
Now, back to the story: enjoy! The next chapters should be up pretty soon.
CHAPTER 1:
"What the hell was that?"
Tony yelled storming into her apartment. Well... It was really their apartment now.
"What was what tony?" She asked cheerfully. She walked out of the kitchen with a kitchen cloth in her hand. She was obviously cooking dinner. As soon as she saw him she knew he was truly upset.
"What's wrong?" She asked worried.
It had been over a year now, since Timothy's death. The whole team took it pretty hard, but tony took it the worst.
He was standing next to McGee during the shoot out, he dodged the shot and the bullet lodged itself directly into McGee's neck, lacerating the carotide artery. He died a few seconds later into Tony's arms, and he shall never forget the deep green eyes of his friend that yelled "I don't want to die, Tony!", when his voice was silenced.
From that day on, Tony was eaten up by guilt, constantly thinking he could have done something more, wondering if he could have saved Tim's life.
The whole team had undergone a psych evaluation after the incident. Abby had been prescribed a month off of work, to pull herself together. However, Tony was the only one to whom the doctor prescribed anti depressing pills and sleeping pills. They helped him to some extent, but his true antidepressant was Ziva. They had grown even closer after the incident, he needed comfort and she was determined to help him through his deep depression. Eventually, they had grown so close that they ended up together.
The downside of the pills were that Tony was often edgy, borderline lunatic. He lost his temper much more easily than before, which was only a further challenge for ziva.
Ziva was devastated after Tim's death, but she knew she had to be strong, for Tony and for Abby, so she bottled up her pain and sealed it tightly.
"What's wrong? What's wrong is I saw you, Ziva, flirting with another man!"
They had been dating for a year now
"What? You must have mislooked... Who?"
Tony threw his backpack on the couch and sat beside it. He took his head in his hands and whispered
"Mark Jenkins" barely audibly
Ziva's eyes opened wide in surprise, which Tony mistakenly took for guilt.
"Tony..."
"Save it!" he yelled.
"Please, it's not what you think..."
He looked at her for a few seconds, his eyes welling up.
"Why? Ziva are you... Are you cheating on me?"
He was almost as surprised as her to hear those words come out of his own mouth.
"Of course not!"she cried.
Tony broke the eye contact. He really wanted to believe her, but he couldn't.
"I know what I saw, Ziva." He said, his voiced filled with regret.
"And what exactly did you see?"
She was pissed too now, but she was determined to prove him wrong.
"I saw you, going behind the staircase with Mark, after he called you. It seemed funny to me, because I didn't think you were that close, so I peeped behind the stairs. You were standing against the wall and he was leaning over you, his arms framing your figure. He was whispering things into you ear and you were...giggling..." His voice broke into a quiet, desperate sob.
Ziva shook her head. Yes, it was true, but nothing was as it seemed in Tony's mind.
If only she could tell him they were planning a surprise party for his birthday and Mark was suggesting some collective birthday gift that made Ziva smile. She wasn't giggling, she was laughing, thinking of his face when he would discover the present. But he got it all wrong and she couldn't spoil the surprise.
"It's not what you think" she said hesitantly.
"Then tell me!" He begged
"I...can't"
"You know, I can tell when you're lying" he was blinded by anger "it's not that you can't, it's that you don't want to!"
"No! I mean yes but..."
"Because you are cheating on me and you don't even have the guts to tell it to my face!" He was outraged. His face was purple red and his eyes shot lightnings to her.
"No! tony!" She was angry too and started yelling as well "are you insane?"
"I don't know ziva, am I?"
He stood up and walked towards the wall. He had a sudden urge to punch something.
"How dare you..." He mumbled
"How many pills did you take today, Tony?"
"What does that have to do with..."
"How many?" She cut him off.
Tony thought a few moments before answering.
"Five I think.." He said turning around to face her.
Her eyes grew wide in concern and anger.
"You know that's too much! That's why you are so nervous!"
"Well, I sure as hell wouldn't be nervous if you weren't grabbing some other guy's ass!"
They were both angry and upset at this point, nothing could restrain them. They had bottled things up inside for too long.
"Tony, there is NOONE apart from you!"
"Stop lying to me!"
"I swear!"
"I don't believe you!"
"Stop being such a child, DiNozzo!"
He snapped.
He didn't realize what he was doing before it was too late, before he saw Ziva raise her hand to her cheek, where he had just hit her. Where his hand had slapped her cheek.
For a moment they both stood in shock.
"Ziva..." He whispered softly.
She was just staring into nothingness, rubbing her cheek that was turning red and had three red burning finger marks on it.
He tried to reach for her but she looked scared and backed off. Tony could see she was truly afraid of him. He didn't want that, he never wanted that.
"Sweet cheeks, please..." He tried to reach for her but she backed off again, looking at his hand and then staring once more blankly at the wall
"No!" She cried, with a small voice Tony had never heard from her.
"Ziva, I didn't mean..."
"Leave, Tony." She ordered barely audibly.
"Zi, I..."
"OUT. NOW." She yelled with great determination in her voice. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, and Tony only regretted he couldn't wipe them away.
He took his backpack and stormed out of the apartment.
Ziva David was no lady you wanted to pick up a fight with. He perfectly knew she could kill him 18 different ways with the only assistance of a paperclip, let alone the fact she had a gun to her ankle and a pocketknife in her belt. He wouldn't stand a chance.
A/N: please review, it would make me very happy! :)
