A/N: Of course, I am still working on my other fanfic, (One, Two, Three), but for right now I need a little break from that one since I cannot think of anything for that plot line. I have decided to work on something that I think I will have a really easy time with. Tiva. They are my favorite couple, and the ones I know most about.

I was hoping that this would be a One-Shot, but I do not know how that is going to work out right now. If you like it, leave reviews, and tell me if I should continue. We all love review, yes? Well, I know I do.

Keep in mind that I am off from school today because I am sick, so if it is a little OOC, when I update, all of that will be fixed.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own. I only own the story line.

Ziva sat at the desk she has long remembered. It had been three months since she had sat at the desk, and she missed it. She had wished it would have only been summer vacation, but it had been a lot worse than that. Ziva had been tourtued, beaten, hurt, and her world had fell to pieces because of it. If only I would have keep my mouth shut, I would have never had to leave anyway. Every night, she had trouble sleeping. When she finally could sleep, her nightmares would come back up again, and she would stay up the rest of the night crying.

It seemed it was better if she had stayed with someone, or even stayed at the NCIS building, which no one ever knew about. She would stay the night there, and go home early the next morning for a shower. Ziva had quit her morning runs, only because she was afraid someone would capture her again, but she wouldn't tell anyone that. Only herself would know that little fact.

Ziva looked up from her desk, and out of the window that was to her right. She got up and took a couple of steps over to it. It was really late at night when she went over to look out. Ziva watched how all the lights would come on around the city, and you could no longer see the stars. She loved everything about this town, and maybe, just maybe, she would be able to stay this time. She smiled as she watched the cars drive down the road, many coming out from the Navy Yard. They are lucky, at least they can go home. The only thing she had been thinking about, since she arrived back in the United States, was being held so she could cry. Knowing that someone was actually there for her, and that she wasn't dead inside, would help a lot with her sleeping.

She keep feeling as if she was still being tourtued, but she didn't know why. She felt as if someone was still beating her, and wanting to hurt her. Maybe that was for the fact that she thought her heart was bleeding, over one man she thought she was in love with. No, not Michael. Tony. Everytime she tried to make her heart stop hurting for him, it just got worse. When he was around, it made her heart skip beats, but she still couldn't help but be mad over him killing the man that she had been bestfriends with from the start. Look at yourself, Ziva. You love Tony, not Michael. You never did love Michael. You are just causing yourself more pain, and causing Tony pain. Let him in, Ziva. Her heart was winning on her brain.

Ziva turned on her heel, as she heard footsteps come in behind her. "Tony." She said, softly.

"Ziva." He returned. Tony walked beside of her. "Looks like we are the only two left here. How come you didn't go home?"

"Did not feel like it." She was keeping her answers short. "Why did you not go home?"

"Can't sleep when I am there."

"Why not?"

"I don't know."

"Yes, you do." Ziva turned her gaze from him for just a second, when she saw that in his eyes, was love for her, and only her. She turned to look back out the window, into the city, where she could get lost in her own little world.

"Yeah, I do. I'm lying to you."

"Again?"

"I never did lie to you."

"I know. I never thought you did. I was never mad at you." Ziva sighed. "I had to take my anger out on someone, I knew I could not take it out on my father. I would have defiently died then."

They both chuckled. "Don't you just wish that we lived in a world, were nobody could get hurt, and nobody had to die?"

"Sometimes."

"Why not all the time?" He asked.

"Because, then we would never get to see God."

"You have a good point there."

"Yeah, I realized that along time ago." She laughed. It had been the first time she had laughed in a long time.

"What were you mad over?" He looked at her. "You know, you said that you were taking your anger out on me."

"I was mad that Michael had tried to trick me, and I had not even seen it coming."

"Not everyone can see everything that is coming their way."

She sighed. "I am suppose to be able to." Her words, soft, painful.

Tony couldn't help, but put a arm around her. She never said a word, she was finally getting held. "Tony, there is something I need to tell you." Ziva spoke in a low voice. "I do not care if you feel the same way, but I think it has been long enough. We have been, what is it you call it?, playing around." Ziva sighed. "I love you, Tony. In a way that I never thought I would love someone. Your everything to me, but I was scared to admit it until now. I guess it took almost dying to make me realize that we can't waite on chances. We have to take them."

He looked into her eyes, almost seeing in her heart. "I love you too, Ziva." He said. And for the first time, they closed their lips into a real kiss. One they had been bottling up forever.

A/N: So, what did you think? I would love to hear your thoughts, even thought I can not actually 'hear your thoughts.' Haha. Okay, shutting up now.

Should I continue? Let me know.