Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, titles, names, etc. This is a Fan Fiction Story based on the CBS show NCIS. Everything belongs to them. No copyright infringement intended. Just for fun.

Forgive me, all foreign vocabulary is strictly googled. I did not intentionally mangle any language. Same goes for the medical scenarios, I tried my best to do good research, but the internet can be hinky.

Rewriting History:

This story starts at Tony and Ziva's goodbye scene in Past, Present and Future (11.2). I am going to recap their goodbye. I am going to have plenty of references to the strongest Tiva episodes of seasons 10 & 11, I will do my best to stick to the original episodes as literally as possible.

Tony and Ziva walk up to the Tarmac where Tony's plane is waiting to take him back to his past, leaving his future behind.

T: There's still time for you to change your mind.

Ziva looks silently at Tony, holding back her tears.

T: (sighs) What am I going to tell people?

Z: That you were right. I must start over.

T: Okay, you and I both know that's not gonna be enough for Abby.

Z: Tell her that I am… (Ziva struggles to choose her words carefully.) Honoring Gibbs.

T: Gibbs? (Tony raises an eyebrow in confusion.)

Z: "Stop this for him". (She reminds him of what she wrote on her now-buried "I Will…" list.)

T: Of course. Gibbs.

Z: I want to make him proud. He taught me to follow my heart, and I know that I have to… I have to do this… alone. I have to let go of everything, or I will be… pulled back to where I started. Tell Abby that for me. She will understand.

T: I will. (Tony pauses, takes a deep breath.) What about Gibbs? You gonna call him?

Z: I don't know.

T: You gotta call the guy.

Z: I don't know if I can.

T: Oh, it'll be fine. You know how he is on the phone - functional mute.

Ziva lets out a sad giggle and wipes away her fallen tears.

T: You'll hardly know he is there. He's a good listener.

Z: Tony… you are so… (her eyes fill with tears once again)

T: (gets closer to Ziva and grabs her hand) Handsome? Funny? What? (he smiles)

Z: (She puts her hand on his face) Loved.

Tony crashes his lips to hers, involving her in a passionate kiss.

Their bodies are reluctant to let the other go, but Tony breaks the kiss and takes a step back.

T: Okay, this is not easy. (He lets go of Ziva's hand and starts walking backwards toward the plane, still facing the one woman he has, and may ever, truly love.) Hardest one-eighty of my life. (He turns toward the plane.)

Tony starts to walk up the steps with his eyes glued to his feet. If he looked up now, and saw Ziva's sad, tearful face, his resolve would shatter, and he would run back to her, ignoring her protests.

He reaches the top of the steps. As he is about to step on the plane, he looks back for one last wave goodbye. He gathers his strength and looks up.

His heart stops. Suddenly, he can't find his lungs.

He starts to run back down the steps, but he keeps crashing unto the other passengers that are trying to get on the plane.

"Excuse me. Silkah. Sorry. Silkah. Silkah." He continues to apologize as he makes it all the way back to Ziva's still body, laying on the ground. He kneels beside her.

"Ziva, Ziva! Wake up sweet cheeks. Don't do this to me Ziva!" He yells, shaking her softly as he cradles her in his arms. He starts to look around, rummaging his brain for the Hebrew phrase for help.

"Help, someone, anyone!" Damn it. He is frustrated at his limited language skills. He sees an older man, maybe in his sixties, that is approaching them, holding his phone to his ear. He is being followed by what Tony assumed to be airport security.

"Help, coming." The graying man tells Tony, in thick accent, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"To-da ra-ba." Tony whispers between tears.

I know its short, but it gets better I promise.

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