Take My Hand by Simple Plan
She didn't know where she was except that it was cold and dark. She was nowhere good, in danger, but she felt powerless utterly powerless. Only one person could save her this much she new.
He wanted to reach out to her she was just outside the door. The guards lay dead or unconscious beside him. Finally he kicked the door open and stormed in. The man by Ziva picked her up and slammed her in the wall. She seemed to kick and struggle to the best of ability but she was weak. Tony knew he had only one shot. He lifted his gun aimed and shot. The man crumpled and Tony reached out to her. Finally she grasped his hand.
"We have to leave." He said, unimaginative first words.
I Hate Myself For Losing You by Kelly Clarkson
He had this feeling, he just knew, she was gone. He had made her leave. Obviously he would have done something different if he was able to go back in time and change his actions. Or would he? He was glad Rivkin was dead. But now Ziva not only wanted him dead, but was unhappy, he hated it when she was unhappy. With her, sorrow was amplified a thousand fold. It was agony and angst. It pained him that he couldn't figure out how to help her, or maybe he just didn't have the guts to try. Very possible.
Could he live without her? He didn't think so, he needed to look into her eyes, to hear her voice but he only had himself to blame for his sadness. He couldn't feel sorry for himself not in the least.
Notice Me Horton from Suessical
He knew she existed, that he did. He didn't know how she felt though.
But she was stony and unemotional and intimidating. Men didn't want intimidating women, Tony was no exception, he had a reputation for just wanting beautiful and "hot". If only he could notice her as more than a partner, she would be happy if he thought of her as a good friend.
I'm Yours by Jason Mraz
He couldn't help but to laugh at every little amusing thing she did. It was like grade school all over again. He was apprehensive but always cheerful and happy around her. He couldn't help it, he turned to warm Jello when she laughed, couldn't help but smile when she did, he felt linked, like they had something between them, but he also knew it was just his imagination. There was nothing, nothing at least from her. He was always the one giving.
He never tired of admiring the curve of her face, her white teeth and her black eyes. He like her hair best when it was down and wild. He knew she was dangerous but she wouldn't hurt him, at least he didn't think so.
He sometimes had to look himself in the face and tell him he could live on with out her appreciation, just keep going with life. He never convinced himself.
