"It was a dark and stormy night outside the NCIS Headquarters. Agent Ziva David's mood matched the weather outside perfectly…"
She looked straight at him. She had abruptly moved from her desk what seemed ages ago to her. Ziva held her neatly folded secretary pare in her left hand. She had tears in her e3yes-he could see that, and she knew. She thought of hiding them, her tears, but she knows it is useless, she has already told herself she wouldn't cry in front of him.
He looked at her; he was just staring at her hand that held that suspicious paper. He had an uneasy feeling; unsure has to what it was. But now he looked into her deep dark eyes.
He slowly managed to pull something out of his mouth. "What is it Zee-vah?" he asked motioning towards the paper. Silently she stood for a few minutes, finally, her response came. "Um, Tony I think I love you." She said hoarsely. She looked down as soon as she said it, then back up again. "But I can't. Here" She said placing the sectary on his desk.
She was weeping silently when was back at her desk. She had to take an Excedrin for her oncoming headache. She finished her report on the computer and shut it off. Knowing not to look at him, for if she did she would surely bust out into tears again. She left without a word to Tony.
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He concentrated hard on his work, only glancing at it once or twice. A million thoughts were racing in his head when Ziva said those words.. 'I love you, but I can't'. How can she do this to me? He thought. He felt like ripping it in to shreds or bursting out in to tears himself because, well because he loved her too 'and she does not know that.' He thought out loud. He looked at his computer clock it was 10:38. He was through with his record track and left, just as awkwardly as she had.
Anthony drove fiercely to his apartment. While in his car he shoved the note into the glove department, not ever wanting to face the inevitable. "Ziva, I don't know what you meant, but it'll just have to wait. He went to his bedroom to get some sleep, something he desperately needed.
But it didn't work out that well. His mind tormented him with what could be in that note. He sat in his bed, stiff staring at the ceiling. He heaved out a heavy sigh. "Ugh, Ziva what have you doe to me?' He thought. He could not take it anymore; he rushed out to his care and took out the tabooed message.