Summary: Takes place one year after season 5 finale. Major spoilers for season 5. The team has moved on with their lives and are living at opposite ends of the world. After hearing that he would have to relocate, Tony quits NCIS. Ziva is living in Israel, working for Mossad. Abby and McGee still working at NCIS. But a chance encounter brings the team back together, in more ways than one. Tiva centric, McAbby friendship. (P.S This is my first NCIS fict!) Happy Reading!!

By PinkFloydGirl

Romance/Hurt

Rating: T

Prologue

Ziva was drunk. It had been a while since she last remembered being this drunk. She had been

trying to forget something last time too, she remember sadly as skulled the remainder of the bottle

of vodka she had been drinking from for the last few hours. It was raining hard outside and the

wind was making the branches of the trees outside her apartment brush against her window. The

memories of the past two days came in painful waves. The memory of Jenny's dead body, riddled

with gun shots, surrounded by blood. The memory of the shock of being told she had to return to

Israel. She looked around her dark apartment. There wasn't much in her living room, just a couch,

a coffee table and a small television that was often only in use when Tony was around. Her heart

panged with pain when she remembered that he was leaving tomorrow. She had never told him

how she felt about him. She had never known what it would be like to kiss him, be with him. At

that moment the tears that she had been fighting so hard began to run down her face. She threw

the empty bottle she was still clutching against the wall with all the strength she had left and

began to sob aloud. Then, suddenly, she realised what she needed to do. She stood up, swaying

slightly, wiped the tears streaming from her red and puffy eyes and reached for the phone sitting

on her coffee table. She dialed the number and listened to the ring.

"Hello?" Tony's voice sounded tired yet warm and she was imediately glad she called.

"Hello Tony," Ziva said. She didn't know what to say next.

"Ziva? Are you still there?"

"Yes I'm here," She paused, "Tony, can I come over?" she said quickly, praying he would say yes.

"Okay, my door is always open for you, you know that," Tony said warmly. Ziva felt touched that

Tony cared enough for her to say that. She smile slightly and said, "See you soon."

"Okay, bye," Tony muttered, feeling really confused.

Tony jumped at the sound of the door bell ding-dong, even though he had been expecting it. He

walked quickly to the door and opened it to find a very wet, miserable Ziva. She stumbled in the

door and almost tripped but she managed to grab a near by lamp for support.

"Ziva are you drunk?" Tony asked, shocked, trying to remember if he'd ever seen her drunk

before.

"Just a little," Ziva slurred. She looked into Tony's worried eyes.

"I came here for a reason Tony." She said seriously.

"I know," Tony said quietly, returning her gaze. Before she could say anything else, Tony's hands

were at Ziva's waist and he was kissing her hard. She returned his kiss gladly, running her tongue

over his lips, prying open his mouth and exploring inside. His hands moved to her back and

stroked her gently. Ziva tried to suppress a moan, but couldn't.

" I think we should move this to the bed Tony," Ziva said seductively.

" Me too," Tony whispered gladly lifting her up. She wound her legs around his body, kissing and

sucking his neck as he led them to his room. He laid her on the bed and removed the rest of his

clothes as she removed hers.

Later, Tony wrapped Ziva up in his arms.

"I love you Ziva," Tony said, looking into her dark, beautiful eyes.

"I love you too, Tony,"

End of Prologue

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