Author's Note: Okay, so I know that I'm working on other fics at the moment, :( , but I promise those will go up later. :) I'm getting tired of them, and I need a break. I'm thinking about even taking one of them off, because I like this one better!

I think the others are a little too...., not what they are suppose to be. I just can't get up to what standards I need them at. :( So, I'm going to try to write something a little different. Hopefully, I will change! :) I'm still going to be the big Tiva fan, and write almost all of my fanfictions about Tiva! Sorry!

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As always..., Disclaimer: Don't own, wish I did, blah, blah, blah... Now, read the fanfic! :)

People are always going to talk about you, but you can stop giving them something to talk about. -MileyCyrus.

She sat there, but with nothing to do. Ziva had hoped that the time would pass. It didn't. Nobody had even came in, yet. She just couldn't sleep, and she didn't want to be at her house, either. It seemed as if everything there, reminded her of home, the home she wished she could get behind her, and never look back. Ziva had loved Israel, at one time, but when everyone had started talking, she had started wishing that she could have been from America.

Ziva had moved to Washington, D.C., four years go. She had grown to love and care about it, and the people around her. Ziva had even started to trust NCIS, and her co-workers. Which was something she had a hard time doing, since in Israel, you had to watch your back everywhere you go, because you could get killed if you turned you're back for one second. But coming to Washington, and being around new people, didn't stop them from talking about her, sometimes to her face. It had hurt her more that way, but she wouldn't let it show.

Tony had tried to get her through it, but it hadn't worked. Ziva had still felt down all the time. It had been mostly people that she had encountered with on crime scenes. The NCIS witnesses. Just like before when James had told her that he didn't date "Her Kind." They had always assumed that she was some kind of Israeli Terriorst.

She heard the elevator ding, but she was too tired to look up to see who it was. Ziva didn't second guess herself when she had heard the foot-steps come up behind her. "Tony?" Ziva asked as she had turned around, just to make sure.

"I thought I would find you here." He said to her. Yep, Ziva was right, it was Tony. The one and only.

Sometimes, when it was possible, he was the only one that could cheer her up when she was down. Today, though, was a day, that Ziva didn't know if she could be able to be cheered up. Ziva looked up at Tony, in hopes that he would understand, and help her out in some kind of way.

It had been 3'o clock in the morning, Ziva didn't even know Tony got up that early. "What do you mean?" She asked him, not fully understanding. "About finding...., me here." She stumbled with her words, Ziva had been tired, and didn't know if she would be able to work that day or not.

"I had a dream, but it was nothing." Tony had walked over and sat at his desk by now. Ziva still not understanding any of it. And if he just wanted to make sure she was ok, why did he not just go back home?

"You dreamed about me?" Ziva had got her hopes up too high. It was probably nothing anyway, like he had said. She just wanted it to happen so many times before.

"I dreamed that some people took you away because they thought you were a...," But he stopped. Tony seen the pain in Ziva's eyes, even in the dark, he could read her like a bood. And she hated it when he could.

"What?" Ziva asked. "A terriorst?" She scoffed. Ziva stood up, slamming her fists to her desk. "I am so sick of hearing that. I'M NOT A TERRIORST." She quitened. "Neither was my brother, Ari. No matter how much Gibbs said he was." Tears had filled her eyes. Ziva let her guard down.

Tony got up, and walked over to her. He put his hand on her cheek to wipe her tears. "We'll get through this." He said.

"We?" Ziva asked.

Tony smiled. He leaned in and kissed her. It had suprised him when she kissed him back. "I like the sound of we." Ziva said with a smile, as she leaned in to kiss him, again.

"Me too."

Author's Note: So, what did you think about this fanfic? I think it is wayyy better than my other fanfics. I just don't think my others are any good. :( Too bad I can write good fanfics. I guess I just don't have the talent for it.

Leave plently of reviews. I wanna know what you think, and if I should continue with these quote fics. Do you think there should be more chapters in this, but if they are, they will NOT continue from this. I just can't keep a storyline going.

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