Hi everybody! I'm a really huge NCIS fan. Since I read fanfictions for some time now, I decided to try to write one. That means that this is my first fanfic, English is not my first language and it isn't betaed, so please excuse my mistakes.
It takes place 2 years after Zivas departure, a world where Zoe Keates doesn't exist. And it's kinda fluffy, not the stuff I usually write but I just couldn't resist:D It is Tiva, and will have maybe about 4 chapters.
Review please, I need to know if you'd like to read some more stuff written by me.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.


„Oh, come on," Tony DiNozzo muttered quietly. He stood outside of his apartment trying to open the door. This week at work had been pretty exhausting. Tony was tired as hell, he really needed the weekend. Finally, he found the right key to get access to his apartment and as soon as the door was opened, he threw his bag and jacket on the kitchen table. The only thing he wanted now was to get into his bed, to crawl under the warm sheet and sleep.

But when he lied there, alone, he could not bring himself to close his eyes. Once again, he recognized that his bed was much too big for him. He just wished someone would be laying there beside him. Not just anyone, actually. Tony knew exactly who should be with him. The person who has left him nearly two years ago, taking his heart with her. But Ziva David won't come back, Tony knew that. Still, he found himself thinking about her all the time recently. Whatever he did, he couldn't get her out of his mind.

His colleagues forced him to go to some dates. Tony DiNozzo, of all people, had to be forced to go see some women. But Tony couldn't stand one of them. They weren't Ziva, after all. Tony's gaze fell to his nightstand.

Since he knew that this will be one of those sleepless nights, he rolled over and opened the first drawer. The letters he wrote to Ziva shortly after her departure were kept there, and with a sigh, he took them and threw them onto his bed. Slowly, he opened one and began to read in the dim light from the lamp on the nightstand.

Dear Ziva,
I know you need this and you know that I really do respect your decision. But I miss you so much, Ziva, it is not the same here without you. Every day I ask myself if I did anything wrong, if it would have changed anything if I tried a little harder. I hope you come back soon, maybe it's selfish, no, I know it's selfish, but I need you. Please come back as soon as possible.
In love,
Tony

The second one was written just a few weeks after the first one.

Ziva,
it's cold here without you. I want to feel you by my side, I need to know that you're safe. I want to protect you from whoever tries to hurt you. Abby says I'm acting strange since you've been gone. But I just can't smile anymore. It hurts like hell, Ziva. It has been too long without you. I don't want to keep you from doing what has to be done, but, I meant it, we could do it together. I would give anything to be by your side right now. When you come back, remind me to tell you that I love you. I do, Ziva, and I should have told you so much earlier. I don't dare to think about what happens if you never come back again. I want, I need you here. We all do. But I guess I do the most.
Don't forget me,
Tony

If felt like a million years ago when he had written that. His hope that Ziva will come back had faded, he nearly lost it. The letters continued, at least two per month, until now. The last one was from last week.

After a boring day Tony drove aimless through the streets of Washington, until he stood outside her old apartment. The feeling almost killed him. He thought he could smell her, see her, but when he reached out, there was nothing. She wasn't there. That was when he decided to get over Ziva. "She won't come back", he said to himself, and wrote a last, painful letter.

Now, in the middle of the night, Tony was sure that he could never get over her. He tried, he really did, a few times, but it just didn't work out. Tony sat up, leaned against the wall, his legs still covered with the white blanket. He felt so empty, so lifeless. A single tear rolled over his cheek. He wiped it away and tried to calm his breath. He couldn't bear to regard the letters any longer, so he violently threw them back in the drawer.

Searching for a distraction, Tony went to his living room, got himself a cold drink and turned on the TV. When he was just about to watch the third movie, there was a soft knock at the door. It took a while for Tony to register that it was there. When he finally got up to open the door for his nightly visitor, the knocks had become more urgent. Wearily, Tony reached to the handle, but before he could bring it down, the door opened itself. Suddenly, Tony wasn't tired anymore. He tried to reach his weapon on the kitchen table, but then the door swung open and he stood face to face to the person outside the apartment. "Ziva", Tony whispered amazed.


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