WARNING: Post Aliyah

Disclaimer: I own a copy of NCIS season 3, but that's pretty much it.

Apology: I like to switch POVs, you'll know when I do.

TIVA

Rated T for possible later chapters.

My first fanfic, I'll do my best.

NOW TO THE STORY!

~.~.~ - Tony's POV - ~.~.~

She sat there in her chair, she looked beautiful, I missed looking at her. I miss talking to her. I wish everything would be okay again. Before Rivkin, that bastard, we were getting so close to that relationship I've always secretly wished for. Maybe we'll get back there. Maybe it will be stronger. Maybe I'll be able to be sober for more than two nights in a row. I wish she'd look at me. I should stop staring at that amazing face, but I can't help it. God, I wish she'd forgive me. This is torture. Or maybe that's what she wants, to punish me. If so, she's doing a damn good job at it. I want Ziva. No, I need Ziva. I need her back in my life. She only talks to me if absolutely necessary. I would hardly even consider us work partners.

Maybe it's because she blames me, for having to stay in Israel. For getting captured. Only Gibbs really knows what happened. But everyone can tell she's been tortured. The scars that I think would be all over her. I've only got a glimpse of one, on her neck. She's been wearing long sleeved shirts ever since she got back. The scar, that went down to who knows how far, from what I saw, it looked horrible.

I'm worried. What if she has some kind of infection? What if they caused some kind of internal bleeding that is killing her slowly? What did they want from her so badly? Why would they hurt the most amazing woman I've ever met?

I haven't had a girl ever since Jeanne. I wonder if Ziva knows that. I wonder if she knows that I've just been focused on her, how much I wish I could call her mine. I wonder if she'll ever give me a second chance. I don't deserve it, but I really need it. Maybe if I got on my knees and begged. Maybe I will.

~.~.~ - Ziva's POV - ~.~.~

Will Tony ever stop staring at me? He has been, ever since I got back. But I guess everyone has, always asking me how I am, if I want anything. They do not understand that I am perfectly fine. Maybe I got a few cuts and bruises but this special treatment is much worse. I do not need it. I do not like it.

Tony is still staring. What does he need?

"Will you ever stop staring, Tony?" he looked so happy to see me say something, even if it was not the nicest thing to say. But it was better than the depressing stare he has been giving me since the time I arrived.

"I'm sorry Ziva, I didn't realize I was. I was lost in thoughts." he still looked happy. I did not know I had such an effect on him. I do miss him, but I am still so mad at him. If he would just admit he was jealous. If he would say he was sorry. If he would stop making me feel so uncomfortable, maybe I would start communicating with him more.

I did not reply. He looked disappointed. Maybe he thought we would actually have a conversation. I looked back at my paperwork, I had to finish before I went home and it was getting late. Only Tony and I were still there.

"Ziva?" I looked back up. He stood up.

He has tried not to bother me the past three weeks, so he has barely spoken to me unless it was about a case.

"Yes?" I tried to hide my curiosity.

"I'm sorry. I miss you. I want to have normal conversations again. I want you to smile when I say something funny. I want to hear you laugh again. I want..." he was looking at his feet now.

"Tony..." he looked up again with a frustrated expression.

"No, Ziva. Wait." now I was the one with the frustrated look on my face. "Could you please forgive me? Can I please have one last chance? I won't mess it up again. I won't. I promise."

"Okay Tony. We can try." his face lit up at once, I could not help but smile.

"Thank you so much Ziva!" and he immediately embraced me in a big hug. It hurt some. But it felt so good at the same time. And I bury my face in his sweatshirt.

Maybe this will work out, but it will be slow. This I know for sure.

So that's it. I might not add another chapter, it kind of depends on what kind of reviews I get, if I even get any. I'm sorry it's a little OOC.

Tell me what I'm doing right, and what I'm doing wrong?