Disclaimer: Fixed it. Because fuck that ending, that's why.
"Tony! Wait!" She called after him, her heart beating a million miles per hour as she watched him pause on the stairs.
He looked back at her, waiting. She moved forward, one foot in front of the other, hesitant, unsure. She stared at him, trying to read his mind like she could before; trying to sense his feelings and make sense of her own. Another step and she ran a hand through her tangled hair. Maybe it was now or never.
She watched as he too hesitated before stepping back down one step. Two. Her heart fluttered inside of her chest. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out. Instead, she sucked in more air and took another step toward the plane. His hand was on the rail now as if he needed it to hold himself up, steady. Her feet propelled her forward again, seemingly reading her mind before she had a chance to make a decision herself. He too stepped down another step, not bothering to take his eyes off of hers. She herself couldn't fathom looking away now, even as her body moved forward, closing in on the plane and him. Another step and he was off of the stairway and on the asphalt again.
"Did you mean it?" She yelled. Maybe louder than was necessary. But she had to be sure he would hear her over her pounding heart and the whipping wind.
"What? Did I mean what?" He yelled back. Probably louder than he intended too.
The tears really just wouldn't stop and she reached a hand up to wipe aggressively at them. She swallowed the lump threatening to choke her. "That I could bag groceries."
It was out now and she couldn't take it back. Not that she would. Maybe. She just really had to know if that was truly the kind of love he had for her. She watched as his lips turned up into somewhat of a smile. He sat his bag on the ground, dropping it from his hand as he moved toward her. "On one condition."
Maybe her heart stopped. Maybe her world was about to crash down around her. Maybe he was about to break her heart into a million tiny pieces and leave her alone in Israel to pick them up. Maybe. But she just had to know. "What?"
She knew her voice wavered and she wasn't even sorry. The wind whipped her hair violently and she shook her head to clear the pieces from her face. He held her gaze steadily as he closed the gap between them. "Get on that plane with me."
She held her breath for maybe longer than she could have. Or should have. She wasn't expecting that. Or maybe she was. She did stop him, after all. She could hear the attendant's yelling now. The plane was leaving and it was now or never. Funny, her heart was saying the same thing. So she grabbed his lapels and pulled him closer. No air. Because air wasn't what she needed right now. She had enough air. Right now what she needed was him and his skin and his lips on hers, suffocating.
And this was the first decision she had ever made with her heart instead of her head. Years later she would profess that it was the best decision she had ever made. It wasn't about Israel and finding her roots. And it wasn't about leaving NCIS and becoming better. Stronger. More of the person she wanted to be. It was about finding home.
And right then, on a tarmac in Israel with the wind whipping fiercely around them, Ziva David decided that home was wherever Tony DiNozzo was.
A/N: Written in like 25 minutes. Barely proof-read (which makes me nervous because I have a bizarre writing style but I don't know if I care). I just had to fix their ending, because no. Now, back to the previously scheduled program that is Fearless (which the next Chapter should be out in the next few days). Thanks for reading :)