New story, this is my first original story. I just watched the finale and I am totally shocked! I can't sleep so I am writing this. Hope you all like it! Lots and lots of Tiva! Please Review!
I do not own NCIS or its characters. Josh is my character.
Ziva was furious! She had been sitting in the parking lot, alone for an hour, waiting for him. She glanced at her watch again watching the hands tick slowly by. Josh had promised he would be there this time. He had promised! Her rage swelled and she leapt up out of her chair and walked briskly out. As she reached for the steering wheel, she saw Josh's shiny, black Silverado pull in next to hers.
"Ziva stop! I'm sorry, I got caught in traffic!" He shouted gesturing for her to stop pulling out.
"Why should I! You always have some sort of excuse for not showing up on time!" She yelled right back at him, the blood pulsing through her veins. It took everything she had not to pull out her gun and point it at his head.
"No it's not like that Ziva now just stop! You're being ridiculous!" He walked behind her car and held out his arms. He was Israeli like her, well-built, and muscular. He had very short black hair and deep, dark brown eyes.
"Ridiculous! Look at you! WE ARE OVER! NOW GET OUT FROM BEHIND MY CAR BEFORE I MAKE YOU!" She was absolutely appalled at how he was behaving, and at herself too. Why did this make her so mad? What was it about this one man that infuriated her so much? She hit the gas, he had just enough time to jump out of the way before she sped off.
She could just barely hear him shout after her, "COME BACK HERE ZIVA! COME BACK!"
As she was driving she got a call from Gibbs to come into work. Less than 15 minutes later she was getting off the elevator, cursing under her breathe in Hebrew.
"Someone doesn't sound happy today" Tony noted immediately in his usual boyish charm. She glared in his direction, but all he did was smile. She couldn't help but relax a little, her muscles loosened and she let out a breathe although her face remained a mask of indignation .
"Why are we here?" She growled at him. Her mind still on the betrayal of her ex-boyfriend.
"Something about a robbery or something. Gibbs told me to stay here." He continued smiling at her, his head cocked slightly to the side, daring her not to smile back.
"I am going to find him" She kept her mask firmly in place, promising herself she wouldn't fall for those games. She stood, stared at him one last time then stalked off.
"Didn't you hear what I just said" he shouted after her but she had already disappeared around the corner. The second she had walked in he knew something was wrong. She was muttering under her breathe and she was shutting everyone out again. Her eyes were troubled and she wouldn't make eye contact. So as soon as she was a safe distance away he followed her.
He stopped behind the stairs as he hear her ask another agent where Gibbs was, the agent pointed to the way she had come and she was instantly headed back towards Tony. She practically ran around the corner, her steps strong and fast.
"Ziva!" He hissed to catch her attention. She spun around, surprise flashing in her eyes. She stepped threateningly closer. Her eyes blazing, challenging him. But he wasn't scared, he needed to know what was wrong.
"What do you want Tony" This time she stared right into his face. Her fierce chocolate brown eyes bore into his own green eyes.
"What's wrong?" He spoke barely above a whisper, his voice caring and supportive as he stared right back at her.
"Nothing. I am fine" She remained unmoving, unblinking even.
"Ziva we have been partners for a very long time. I can tell when you are fine and right now you aren't. Please just tell me what's wrong" All the childish humor was gone, there was no room for joking when it came to matters of the heart. Especially her heart. The sincerity in his voice surprised Ziva. She rarely ever saw this side of Tony.
"It is nothing you have to worry about Tony. It is petty, unimportant" She broke her gaze and looked down at the floor for a moment then back at him.
"Nothing is unimportant if it hurt you Ziva" The emotion in his surprised even him, his eyes pleaded with her.
"It was my ex-boyfriend, Josh. He was late to our date again and then he flipped out when I told him I was leaving" It sounded so meaningless when she said it that way.
"What exactly did he do?" Tony's concern was on the verge of becoming anger almost a threat.
"Nothing much he just yelled a lot and tried to stop me from leaving by standing behind the car. See Tony it was nothing" To avoid the almost certain awkwardness that would follow she walked back to her desk, avoiding his eyes as she left.
Tony stood stock-still, shocked at what he had just heard. He hadn't even known that Ziva had a boyfriend, and what this guy had done to her outraged him. How could anyone do that to her, she is so... perfect. As that crossed through his mind he realized how true it was. How utterly perfect Ziva David was. From her dazzling smile and deep brown eyes to her lean form and swaying gait. Then he realized it wasn't just anger pulsing through him, it was jealousy.
He shook the thoughts out of his head and took his place in the desk across from hers. Neither looked up or acknowledged the other all day.
Ziva's drive home was speedy and uneventful as usual. She pulled out her keys and turned the lock firmly. She stepped into the dark apartment and flipped on the light switch. Everything was the same every day. The loneliness set in. Her thoughts floated back to the events of that day as she wondered aimlessly around.
She opened the refrigerator and stared at it. It was almost empty, she hadn't had time to go shopping recently. Everything had been a blur. Suddenly she felt something in pushing into the small of her back. She stiffened and attempted to turn around but it was pushed in harder.
"Don't move" a familiar voice whispered menacingly in ear. All the muscles in her body tensed, shock numbed her mind and she couldn't think straight. " You thought you were so great, so much better than me. You thought you could just dump me and it would be over. Well you were wrong"
"Josh, you don't want to do this..." Ziva barely whispered, her voice trailing off as what she assumed was a gun stabbed farther into her back.
"Don't speak. Now turn around so I can see that lovely face of yours" She slowly turned, she kept any sign of fear or emotion from her face and voice.
She stared defiantly into his eyes and after a moment began to speak again "You aren't going to get away with this. I will stop you and if I don't my friends will."
He was unfazed by her challenge, leveling the gun with her head he said " Watch me" as his finger inched towards the trigger.
She flew into action, her leg coming up in a round house kick knocking the gun out of his hands just as the shot went off. She flung all her body weight towards him, bringing him to the ground. Her fists moved in to punch him but his arm came up and blocked. They struggled on the floor, each occasionally getting a punch in. Ziva's Mossad training gave her a huge advantage, she was not tiring as fast as he was but he was strong. Very strong.
Tony arrived home as usual and plopped down on the couch to relax and think over his day. At first he was thinking of the same old, "called into work on a Saturday" day but then he remembered his conversation with Ziva. He didn't even know what to think right now. He knew he loved her but he was fairly certain she didn't feel the same way. But on some rare occasions he saw something else there in the way she looked at him or laughed. Possibly something more than friendship, something he hoped was there.
The clock ticked slowly and he turned on a movie, staring at the screen but not being able to concentrate, "What is wrong with me?" he muttered to himself, trying to focus on the characters but failing. He got up and paced around his apartment. His mind was a big, jumbled mess that he couldn't sort out. Minutes seemed like hours but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't focus on anything.
Suddenly he heard a firm but hesitant knock on his door. No one was supposed to be coming tonight. He instinctively reached for his gun checking to make sure it was in its spot. When he opened the door so many emotions flew through him, rocking him to the core. His mind whirled and he couldn't make a sound. Finally he choked out " Ziva. What happened to you"
She hadn't planned on showing up at his door. It had just happened. They had fought, and fiercely, she knew she had been injured. But to get away she had climbed out her window and ran to her car, hoping he wasn't following her. She didn't know where to go, she didn't know where she was safe. She had just started driving and then before she knew it she was knocking on Tony's door.
He opened the door and stared at her in pure shock. So many other emotions crossed his face but they came and passed so quickly she couldn't keep up with them all, then he spoke.
"Ziva. What happened to you?" his voice was hoarse and full of emotion. She didn't know what she looked like but for him to react this way it must have been bad.
"I didn't know where else to go," She was on the verge of tears as she realized how much she meant those words.
"Come in" was all he could choke out. She looked like she had just been in a terrible fight, and it sounded like it too. She had a round bruise on her forehead, scratches on her face and arms, her hair was tangled and unruly, and she round bruise-like marks on her arm where a strong hand had held on too tight.
"What happened Ziva? Who did this to you?" He took her hand and brought her over to the couch, sitting her down. He walked into the kitchen bringing her some ice for the bump forming on her head.
She took it gratefully and pressed it to her forehead, "Josh came to my apartment. He was not very happy about this morning."
"He attacked you!" Tony's voice clearly showed his anger.
"He had a gun... And I knocked it out of his hands then we fought. He has Mossad training like I do but beats me in size and strength. I distracted him for long enough that I could climb out the window, then I came here." She looked at him, unsure at first why she had chosen to come here. Then as she looked into his eyes she knew the reason, she knew that he would help her in just the right way. Give her just the right amount of distance but still be close enough that she had someone to lean on.
As she thought this she leaned into him and whispered, "Thank you Tony"
He looked at her and all he wanted to do was kiss her, but he didn't. He gently put his arm around her and pulled her closer to him. They fit perfectly there, and for a while they just sat, savoring the moment. And then they slowly drifted off to sleep, Ziva still wrapped protectively in Tony's arms.