Good evening, or good morning, I am here with another story about the lovely Tony and Ziva. I hope you like it. Please let me know what you think and everything. I love your feedback, I take it into consideration every time I write a new chapter, so please, please let me know what you think.

Also I would like to thank my lovely assistant if you will, Colleen, she has helped me with the motivation to actually go through with this story, because I was nervous about posting it. Because it isn't going to be like the others that I have written. And she helped edit the sucker, so any mistakes blame her. Ha, I am just kidding, blame me as well, I did read it again after her.

So enough of me rambling. Here is the first chapter of I Never Meant to Hurt You. :)

-Ju

He had went a year without her in his life, without so much as an email, a text or a phone call. Everyone told him to move on, she wanted to move on and so should he. It is funny that everyone tells him that, because everyone that told him to didn't know what it was like loving someone who you knew was your soul-mate and he let her go without so much of a real fight. The only one that hasn't told him to move on is Gibbs. And he understood why he has, and why he won't, because Gibbs still hasn't moved on from Shannon and never will. So he feels as if Gibbs is the only one who understands him.

Yeah, he knew that Ziva isn't dead, but she's sure as hell is acting like she is. She won't answer any of his phone calls, texts, or emails. He really just needs to know that she is alright, especially because of the way he left her in Israel. He remembers her just standing there on that tarmac alone, shaking. He only left because she asked him to, he would have quit NCIS for her if she would have asked him to stay, but she never did.

He since he came home from Israel he hadn't slept through a single night. He had lost weight, he doesn't watch movies anymore, and doesn't even recognize himself anymore. Every time he tries to close his eyes he sees her face, which is what makes him fall asleep, because he knows that she is always there in his dream, but he always wakes up from some form of an terrible nightmare. Either where she is back in that terrorist camp being held captive, or where she is leaving him on tarmac, like he did her. The worst time was when she came back to D.C. to invite the team to her wedding, but she didn't invite him because of everything that had happened. But he always woke up before he saw the ends, and he couldn't be happier that he never saw how they played out.

After thinking about what he was about to do for almost a year now, he had thought about it the moment he got off that plane back from Israel. So he walked up the stairs to Director Vance's office, where he would met Gibbs and Vance. He walked through the doors, palms sweating. He couldn't believe that he was actually going to do this.

"What was so important that you need to meet us in my office before 7:00, DiNozzo," Director Vance asked curiously.

"Well, I am here…to um, asked for permission to have some time off of work," Tony nervously stated.

"How much time and why, DiNozzo?" Vance pressed.

"Well, I am sure that you can see that I am not in the best of shape, and I want to have some time to find myself and fix it before it is too late," Tony answered calmly.

"Okay, I will give you two weeks, and that is it, as long as that is alright with Gibbs," Director Vance, looked at Gibbs who nodded his approval.

With Gibbs nod, Tony was out of that office as fast as he could walk, he said his goodbyes to McGee, Abby, Ducky and Palmer. Of course Abby was hysterical when Tony told them that he was going to take leave. He didn't even bother telling Bishop. He didn't care if she knew that he was leaving for a while, he only cared about where he was going.

After he finished his goodbyes, he went to his apartment to grab his suit case and head to the airport. He had already packed his bags and booked his flight. He was prepared to quit today if he had to. He was going to make this trip to Israel.

He could just picture himself knocking on her door with his big charming DiNozzo smile when she answered. He would tell her how much he had missed her, and she would counter the same. Then they would talk for hours about what they had missed within the year of being away from each other. It would be like old times, they would laugh and he would just be happy knowing that she was right in front of him safe and hopefully ready to take the next step with him. And if she was willing to do so, he was prepared to make the call to NCIS, and give them the news that he wasn't coming back from his much needed trip. Because he had found himself, in Israel, with the woman he loved.

He didn't know where she was or where exactly he was going. He didn't even know what he was going to say to her when he saw her, maybe 'Hello, Sweet cheeks', he really didn't even plan the whole thing out. He went on his gut feeling that he needed to do this for himself. Because she made him whole and if he didn't take this opportunity to do this he would never be whole again.

His flight finally landed and he breathed in the humid, dusty air, and he was brought back to the last time he was here, waving goodbye to the woman he promised that she was not alone, yet he left her there, alone and crying. He just hoped that she would forgive him for leaving her there.

He knew that when he saw her for the first time since he left her on the tarmac that it was going to be emotionally exhausting for him. So he decided to go to his hotel and get some rest before making the big adventure to find her. Maybe he would start with Aunt Nettie, she surely knew where she was. Or maybe he would just start at the house that she was born in. He finally settled into his hotel room to rest his eyes, because he needed to be rested for when he reunited with his soul-mate.