The words echoed fresh in Tony's head, even a month after Ziva had said them. "We are through, Tony. There is nothing that will change my mind."
What he told Ziva as a reply was probably the cruelest thing he had ever told her. "Fine with me. Don't expect me to call or care anymore, David."
The worst part was that Ziva and Tony broke up on a Friday, which officially made Friday Tony's least favorite day of the week.
He started muttering to himself, saying "Ziva" over and over again. He grabbed his phone and called her. He had to make it right. Two rings, then straight to voicemail.
'I turn the TV off to turn it on again, starin' at the blades of the fan as it spins around. I'm countin' every crack; the clock is wide-awake. Talkin' to myself; anything to make a sound.'
"You have reached Ziva David. Leave a message."
Tony took a deep breath. His voice started shaking. "Hey, it's me. I know what I said about not calling or caring, but it was a lie. I WAS WRONG. I'm sorry. Come over. Please. Or at least call me. We need to talk. I love you, Ziva. I need you." Click.
Tony hoped that Ziva would get what he was saying. He tossed and turned until his alarm went off at 0400. He hit the 'snooze' button and rolled off his bed, his eyes extremely bloodshot from the tears running down his face since he left Ziva that message.
'I told you I wouldn't call. Told you I wouldn't care. But baby, climbin' the walls gets me nowhere. I don't think that I can take this bed gettin' any colder. Come over. Come over. Come over. Come over. Come over.'
He figured that he had to go to work, because if he missed one more day, Gibbs would smack him silly.