He doesn't know what to think as she runs out into the open, un-announced. He feels sadness course through his veins because he knows what is about to happen. When it comes to Ziva he always has that sixth sense of security over her. He should have shot the bastards while he had the chance. But being the heroic person she is, she feels the need to do it herself and protect his worthless ass. While he crouches down and covers her back, he knows the gunmen are still there, yet he remains frozen, He stays where he is and the thought never crosses his mind that she is in danger. He's selfish, because he knows how this is going to end but doesn't do a damn thing to change the outcome. Their outnumbered by way too many yet he does not take action. He never has. He should have told her that every time he teases her, it's just his way of telling her that he loves her. It's forbidden, but if it wasn't, he would tell her in a heartbeat. There is something about her that no other woman has. Whether it is the cockiness of her attitude or the mysterious ways she tries to cover up feelings, it got to him. He doesn't know when he fell in love with her but he knows now is the time to tell her before she leaves this world forever. Their lives are in danger every day and they cannot take the time to sit there with unfinished business. He loves her, and she needs to know. He flashes back to where they are now; they were just processing the crime scene of a dead navy officer who appeared to be shot in the abdomen six times; when they heard a gunshot in the distance and both of them drew their guns. The gunshots got closer, and louder. So they decided to take cover by a nearby car. Tony had a visual on all the gunmen and was about to make the kills when Ziva stopped him. She explained that if she ran over to the other car it would draw the gunmen's attention to her and it would give him more time to execute the four of them. Without thinking Tony agreed as he watched Ziva crawl to the back end of the car and then make a run for it. She didn't even make it a quarter of the way before a gunshot was emitted and buried into her chest. The plan failed and the initial shock left Tony frozen in his place. He failed her, but he wouldn't let her go unless she knew the truth. Tony slowly got up but then ran to her, he did not care if he got shot because she was worth it, and she was worth everything. As he kneeled down next to her, he saw that she was struggling to breath. Her blood was staining the pavement as it seeped out of her, showing that her death was near. He grabbed her hand and cupped her cheek and whispered into her ear the one thing he had always wanted to tell her, that he loves her. He kissed her lips tenderly and in that moment, the life was sucked out of her. Her lips parted, and her eyes showed no sign of life as they became dull. He thinks to himself, what kind of man he will be labeled as for letting this happen. He began to sulk to himself, as he hovered over her. Without a thought he picks up his gun, and laughs aimlessly to himself, puts it to his temple and whispers, "Ziva please forgive me", and then pulls the trigger. His body lies on the pavement, limp. And his eyes cast an eerie shade of darkness. His soul is satisfied that he has finally told her. But his mind is now full of nothing.
