This couldn't be happening. She was leaving. His Ziva was going away, back to Israel, leaving him alone. And he couldn't do anything about it.
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He soon found her, packing up her things that were scattered in his apartment. He couldn't let her do this. He had to convince her otherwise. They'd been together for over five months, and he wasn't letting her leave now.
"Ziva…?" he asked, his voice trailing off. She looked up at him and he could instantly tell she'd been crying. That literally broke his heart. He didn't want the woman he loved and adored to be crying over this situation. He pulled her into his embrace and stroked her luscious hair. She sniffed a bit and nuzzled into him. "This will be our last night together…" she murmured, closing her eyes painfully, not wanting to face the reality. She loved Tony. She wanted to be with him, to marry him, to start a family with him. But, she knew if she did not listen to her father, something terrible may happen to Tony. She sighed, she despised her father so much that it hurt sometimes. Tony pulled back to look into her eyes. "I love you Ziva…" he whispered, tears welling up in his eyes. Ziva's eyes shone as he said this, of course he'd said it before, but it seemed to have a greater meaning this time.
"And I love you, Tony. So much." she breathed, gazing into his eyes yet again. A spark ignited in both of them, and they walked to each other. Tony leaned in close to her, the whole situation changing all of a sudden, from depression to longing. He pulled her close towards his body and breathed on her lips gently, before leaning in to kiss her. She immediately responded and kissed back, deepening the kiss, as she ran her hands through his brownish sandy hair. They became lost in each other and their emotions before ended up in their bedroom, making love for the last time.
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It had been three years since Ziva had left for the desert land of Israel.
And ever since then, Tony DiNozzo had never been the same.
He'd been on an occasional date, but always found a flaw in them, something they didn't have, but something Ziva had.
He knows, he should've forgotten about her, forgotten about the nights of passion they had, family they might have had, the wedding, the honeymoon, the kids, the memories that might have happened. But he couldn't. He knew it. She was his soulmate. And he refused to forget about her, even though he should have, because now, it was all coming back to him. The passionate nights, the kisses, the dates, everything was returning. And so quickly. And he wasn't sure what to do about it. All he knew was that Ziva was in trouble, gone. And something was waiting for him.
A nearly three foot, dark haired, emerald-eyed little girl.