A/N: hello there to all of you people reading my fanfic, this is my first one I don't know how well this going to turn out. I came up for this idea after watching 11x2 past, present, and future. Probably will fail but, ok. So here is the story!

Tony pov:

As soon as I got to my apartment, back from Israel with Ziva's necklace in hand, luggage in the other hand I thought does she really want to go through with this, was I wrong to leave her in Israel alone? Man I messed up bad; I should have tried harder to convince her, maybe if I had pulled the life-you-worked-so-hard-for card? Maybe but I didn't even try that. I now know that I have feelings for her, I realized that after I searched the whole Tel Aviv area. I am pathetic I am a-

My thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing, unidentified caller, hum who would be calling me this late in the evening? "Hello?" I said trying to sound tiered.

"Tony?" a voice called from the other end, "Tony is this you?"

After coming out of my trance I realized who was on the phone "Ziva is it you? I thought you and I deleted each other's phone numbers?"I say completely confused.

"Well let's just say I wrote yours down for a later time and now is later I guess?" she says to me.

"Ok well why did you call me?"

"Could you just open your door please?"

"Um ok" I say as I get up from my couch where I have been for the past couple minutes of conversation. And make my way to the door of my apartment.

As I open the door I drop the phone and just stare because

The person at the door is the one and only … Ziva.