When I go flying off the edge,
You go flying off as well
In this world full of people there's one killing me
And if we only die once I wanna die with you
They've never seen them like this. They've never seen Tony grow the red face and loud voice at who they know by now is his best friend.
Perhaps she deserves it a little, but that doesn't soothe the unsettling feeling in their stomach as Gibbs and McGee are standing by the stairs leading up to the director's office, watching the both stubborn partners behind the stairs getting worked up about how Ziva had sacrificed herself too their captures. They really should give them some privacy. But they're to stunned to just step back and continue where they'd been headed to Abby's lab.
"Are you stupid? Or are you just suicidal?" he's doing what he knows is not a good idea. It will only make things worse. Yet God he needs to get in her head, needs to know what the hell she was thinking.
"Don't do that Tony. We both know I would've outlasted the torture out of the two of us. I made a wise decision and you can't deny it" she states thickly trying to hide the intimidation from her voice. He's furious.
"Oh my God Ziva. You have no business playing the saint! I don't need you or want you two protect me goddamnit!" and that's when he loses it, sending a fist into the wall right beside her, missing her by just an inch; he would never lay a hand on her but he's fighting the desire to just grip her arms and shake her to her senses.
"Oh, because you wouldn't have done the same thing!?" She yells, the anger starting like a fire inside her.
They both shut their mouths in an instant, knowing they might be drawing attention. Yet, neither of them takes their eyes of each other. This isn't over yet.
"It's not the same" he grinds through his teeth.
"How the hell isn't it the same? I'm you partner just like you're mine. I have a responsibility to you just like you have one to me. You think you're the only one willing to risk your life for me? I'd die for you to, anytime" Her steady her voice sends a wave of fear through him , but then he expects nothing less from her but to follow his lead into the territory of stubbornness.
"Stop, don't- just stop saying that" He says shaking his head furiously, trying to get out the picture off is head of how they found Ziva just hours ago, arms tied over her head, hanging in the celling, bloody.
"Why?" It was supposed to come out harsh but it ends up being a whisper; she thinks she already knows the answer, but she refuses to see it. It's been eight years; but he's not the only slow learner.
"You don't get it, do you? God, Ziva…. I-" he breathes in frustrated, his hands fisting the air between them. "I can't breathe without you. Every single thing you do effects me. I need to keep you alive in order to save myself. I don't freakin' care how selfish I'm being. I'm your Senior field agent and when I tell you to shut up, you shut up."
The guilt twists the stubborn anger from her face.
Realizing he's said to much, he steps back, breathless, putting his hands in his head as he walks away leaving Ziva with two sets of eyes on her and tears forming in her own.