Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS, not that lucky or rich enough or smart enough. I don't own the characters which is heart breaking because our babies aren't canon with ninja's or even together.

Authors note: I'm not very good at fics, more of a reader, only my second story, and only a one shot, if you can call it that? But yeah hope you guys don't hate it, maybe even think it's okay? Thank you to anyone who takes a moment of their time to read this, much appreciated. - Zoey

The clouds, perhaps deep grey in colour; not that he could see them, were littering the sky, covering the stars and blocking the light, partially creating the surrounding darkness. She was stood still, like a deer caught in headlights, a rarity amongst those who knew her. He however had a longing and pleading look in his emerald green eyes, such an intense look that would break her heart, if it were not already broken and in need of repair. Both standing still, holding each given breath for what seemed like an eternity especially with the humidity of the evening, unbearable even to those native to the country.

He had found her! It was only then, when he was face to face with his delicate ninja that he knew with such conviction that he understood her better than she could currently understand herself. His need to persuade her to come home began to outweigh his reasoning, he could not hold out any longer, his heart currently not in connection with his brain.

"You were given poor circumstance, trained to defend your country, groomed to do whatever it took, consequence aside. The bad guys, they chose...they chose like we all choose every day, they chose to defy and you chose to uphold and protect Israel and America."

He took an unsteady breath, looked directly at her, his eyes seeing into the depths of such a broken, yet beautiful soul. He smiled internally; such eyes could never withhold anything... Swallowing the rising bile to the bottom of his throat, he continued.

"They knew what would happen, all the destruction they would cause and damage they would leave behind but they didn't care, they still chose to commit crimes. You, you had a choice not to kill those people, not to take those lives. But you would have been wrong, had you not done what you did we would not have saved, or bought justice to all of the victims. You gave so many families a breath, enabled them, not to forget but to move forward. You gave them that step."

He was talking but he could tell his words weren't being heard so he took a different approach; a more intimate approach. He shuffled closer as he had done all of two minutes ago and then before that. This left them in a non-existent proximity of each other... He then gently placed his palm on the side of her face, relishing in the close contact they had often shared, close contact he had missed over the past few months and began to speak again forcing her to look at him. At the evident sincerity and truth that were held in his features.

"I'm fighting for you Ziva..." His voice hitched, overcome with emotion "...Please!" He exclaimed, his voice barely audible.

She blinked slowly trying to prevent her eyelids which were acting as a dam from breaking.

"I know..." She replied. A small smile graced her lips, although not quite masking her pain as she allowed herself to show emotion, and put aside her training a task she had slowly mastered over the years. A task of which included her to mask her vulnerability and to go back into Mossad mode whenever necessary. She knew she needed time, and what would come from time she didn't know, she only knew that she had to find herself again and Tony would be a part of that. No longer the playboy joker but the man who couldn't live without her and whom she couldn't live without. She would find herself within him.