She walked through the parking garage quickly to her Mini Cooper, she unlocked it and sat in the drivers seat and let out the breath she never knew she was holding, that had been her first near-death experience in almost four years.
Five minutes she was still sitting there, grazing her fingertips over the steering wheel, she had to get out of there.
She started her car and made it swiftly out of the parking garage onto the road, she hadn't realised it was raining and groaned.
Ziva really had no idea where she was driving, until she turned up at Tony's doorstep, standing at the door she hesitated knocking but finally decided to, the rain was coming down heavily and she was already saturated but she really didn't care.
Tony opened the door to find Ziva standing there.
"Ziva"
"Tony, I can't hold on"
And with that, she stepped forward and buried her face in Tony's neck and cried.
Tony was a bit surprised that his Mossad officer, yes, his Mossad officer had turned up at his door unannounced telling him that she can't hold on, he never thought she would come to him out of all people seeking comfort.
When the tears finally subsided into sobs she started to speak
"How could I have been so stupid ever believing those men were not wrong, humanely wrong and just plain wrong for me and I should have listened to you when you thought Michael was Andy's accomplice, instead I went off and almost got myself killed. Again, my judgement of men is horrible"
"And mine of women isn't that much better, Ziva"
They didn't say anything, but they both knew that somewhere they both loved each other, really loved each other, and another tragedy has shown them the way of love.