AN: So sorry about DWABH, I know I haven't updated since, like, October, but I haven't had any inspiration for it. Maybe some will come soon!
Anyways, TIVA plot bunnies have been ruling my mind. Hence this story.
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The wood was old, sturdy. It had seen many decades, many families, many picnics, many sunny skies. It had also seen tears, fights, slivers and storms. The greyed wood had withstood the test of time.
The trees stood tall and thick, the water quietly lapping the sandy shore.
Ziva David stared up at the stars, breathing it in, absorbing the peace. Her speakers softly pulsed out quiet, calming songs. Lost in thought, trying to disentangle herself from a consciousness fraught with confusion, hurt and fear. She wanted to lose herself in the nature and the music. She stared up, searching for some type of solace, the kind that usually followed a summer storm
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Anthony Dinozzo wandered along the familiar path, head hanging, hands in his pockets, mulling over the past months' events. When he arrived at his destination, he stopped and looked up. There, on the picnic table he had so often sat at, lay Ziva David, ninja extraordinaire.
He drew in a sharp, silent breath, stunned by how beautifully the moonlight hit her face.
He leant back against a tree, debating whether or not to go over and disturb her peace.
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She felt the moonlight wash over her, the consciousness slipping away. It was the calm after a storm. Her eyes drifted shut slowly.
"I took my love
Down to Violet Hill
There we sat in the snow.
All that time, she was silent still,
So if you love me,
Won't you let me know.
If you love me,
Won't you let me know."
She thought for a moment that she had imagined it. The voice lacked it's usual grandeur, it's bravado. Then, she heard the crunch of sand beneath his shoes, and she sat up.
"Tony," she sighed softly, as he climbed onto the table.
They both were silent, as they stared out at the lake, searching for the words that could fix the past seven months.
Tony was the first to speak, hesitant and tender.
"I'm sorry, Zee," he mumbled, letting his chin fall against his chest.
Ziva inhaled shakily.
"Sorry will not bring Michael back, Tony. Sorry will not bring back Tali, or my mother. Sorry could not change Ari."
He looked at her, as she stared fixedly at the horizon.
"I'm still sorry, Ziva. Even if it means nothing to you."
Tony brushed her hair behind her ear, and rested his forehead against her temple.
He drew a few unsteady breaths, then spoke one last time.
"Buena notte, Ziva."
He lifted his head, gently pressed his lips to her hair, and, again, rested his head against hers.
She felt him slide off the table, and listened to his retreating footsteps, her eyes stinging.
"Laila tov, Tony."
Then the tears began to fall.
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AN: Thanks for reading!! Hope you liked it :D reviews are practically chocolate...and I love chocolate. so...reviews, pls??