Alright seriously that was an amazing episode. I was squealing for like the entire thing it was great. Either way here is the beginning of a little post episode fic.

Spoilers: Jet Lag

Disclaimer: Yea no not mine

It had been a very long flight. International flights almost always were but this one had seemed especially long. Either way by the time Tony and Ziva had finally landed in Roissy-Charles De Gaulle International Airport they were thrilled to be off the plane. It was only a one day trip so they didn't have any checked luggage allowing them to head straight for the parking lot.

"Ah the benefits of being a Federal Agent," Tony sighed as he got into the car that had been provided for them.

Ziva just glared at him. Spending long periods of time on an airplane with Tony was not how she had envisioned spending this particular week. Of course she wouldn't mind spending time alone with Tony if he did not constantly crack jokes and relate things to movies.

The ride to the hotel was completely silent. Ziva was lost in her thoughts and Tony was smart enough not to interrupt them so he concentrated on driving through the moonlit streets of Paris.

They reached to hotel without a problem and Ziva went inside to check their room reservations while Tony parked the car. By the time Tony walked into the hotel Ziva was having a heated argument with the man at the check in desk. Tony did not have a clue what she was saying because it was in French but he knew that it was not good. With one final glare she took the room key and turned towards him.

"There has been a change in the arrangements," Ziva said heatedly walking towards the elevator so fast that Tony had to sprint to keep up.

"What do you mean change in the arrangements?" Tony asked her as they entered the elevator.

"Apparently there was only one room available on such short notice," Ziva said pacing back and forth in the elevator and starting to calm down a little. "It has one king bed."

Tony paused for a moment as the elevator doors opened. He did not know how to respond to Ziva's obvious annoyance at their predicament. "I could sleep on the couch," he suggested finally as they walked down the hall.

"No," Ziva protested, "you will hurt your back then you will complain all the way back to DC. I will sleep on the couch."

"Aw come on Ziva. I can't tell a woman she has to sleep on the couch," Tony protested.

"It is irrelevant," Ziva sighed as she opened the door and walked into the room, "as you can see-"

"There is no couch," Tony finished for her.

"Very well then…" Ziva said as she started to pull pillows off one side of the bed and thrown them on the floor. It was not that she did not like Tony, because she did…a lot. It was that she did not…could not…would not risk letting herself get that close to him.

"No way Ziva," Tony told her grabbing her wrist, "there is no way you are sleeping on the floor." He was a little worried about how he might react if he got that close to Ziva, but he was not going to let his partner sleep on the floor. "We are adults. We can share a bed."

Ziva looked him in the eye completely prepared to tell him no but found that the moment her eyes met his, her resolve melted. He was the only person who had ever had that effect on her. "Alright," she agreed, "but only because I am too tired to argue with you."

"Good," Tony helped her pick the pillows up off the floor and put them back on the bed. Then they both changed into their pajamas. Ziva was very glad that she had brought…appropriate sleepwear. Ziva was already in bed when Tony finished changing. He threw her a sidelong glance before sliding under the covers on the opposite side of the bed. He looked across the room and out the bay window at the dazzling city of Paris once more before sleep claimed him.

A couple hours later he was jarred awake from a very pleasant dream, which had involved him and Ziva and minimal amounts of clothing, by the chiming of a clock. He shook his head quickly. He could not think of Ziva like that. Those were forbidden waters. Speaking of Ziva…Tony realized that she was not asleep next to him. In fact, she was not asleep at all. He saw her figure out like in the light from out side the bay window.

Quietly he pulled back the covers and got out of bed. He walked over to the window and put a tentative hand on Ziva's shoulder. She did not turn to look at him but she did not pull away either. She would never admit it but she liked the warmth of Tony's hand on her shoulder. It was comforting.

"What's up Ziva?" He asked her quietly. He did not expect her to answer and was not surprised by the silence. What did surprise him was when she started to speak.

"We are in Paris, Tony." Ziva told him this even though she knew he was as acutely aware of the fact as she was. "I have not been in Paris for five years." Tony knew Ziva enough to know that there was some reason that she had not been to Paris in five year and a reason that she knew that it had been that many years; he was just afraid to ask. "It was the last case Jenny and I work as partners," Ziva explained, "That was when she told me about her and Gibbs history and she left him because she had to further her career, and how she had to leave me."

"Ziva," Tony started. He did not know where he was going, but it did not matter because Ziva continued to talk.

"It hurt when she left," Ziva admitted, "I though of her not only like a friend but as a mother almost. I had never known my real mother. I thought she had just left but then she got me a job at NCIS and saved me. If she had not given me that position at NCIS I would almost certainly be dead by now."

Tony shivered. "Don't say that Ziva," he begged her.

"Why not Tony," she asked him, "It's true. I would be dead if not for her." There was a pause. "I owed Jenny my life and when she needed me I failed her," Ziva said in a quieter voice, "I could not save her."

Tony felt a chill pass over him. He knew what she was talking about. She was talking about that day back in May of 2008 when they had reached that diner just minutes to late to save Jenny. He had known that the memory of that day had haunted him for nearly two years but he had never known it haunter her. "She was dieing anyway," Tony reminded his partner, trying to return the comfort that she had given him so many times. "She died on her own terms."

"Just the way she would have wanted it," Ziva agreed, "but she never got a chance to say good-bye and neither did I."

Tony looked at his partner. She must be really tired he thought to himself, otherwise she would never have been letting her carefully built walls drop enough to reveal the vulnerable woman behind them. "I wish there was something I could say to make it better Ziva," he told her wrapping his arm around her shoulders and looking out the window with her.

"You do not need to," she told him, "this is not in anyway your fault."

"Yes it is," Tony said sadly, "If I had listened to you any of twelve times during the day Jenny would still be alive."

"It is not anyone's fault Tony," Ziva reminded him, "she made her own choices."

Tony glanced at her giving her a half smile. "If isn't anyone's fault then it can't be your fault either," he told her.

There was a minute or so of silence before Ziva spoke again. "You know there is a sad sort of message in the fact that he created rule twelve after Jenny left him in Paris as a way to keep others from getting hurt by loving their coworkers and yet he is a living reminder that you can not stop loving someone once you have loved them."

"Gibbs broke when Jenny died," Tony agreed, "I think that was the worst part of it all. Telling him that Jenny was gone."

It was Ziva's turn to reassure Tony with a squeeze to the shoulder. There was another silence before Ziva spoke. "It is sad that those two both lost part of themselves in this city and never had the courage to try and get it back," Ziva said looking out over the city, "This is supposed to be the city of love not pain and misery."

"If only things were the way they were supposed to be," Tony said quietly thinking not only of their bosses but them themselves. "So he made rule twelve after Paris?" he asked her.

"I assume so because Jenny knew almost all the rules and she said it was not there when he taught them to her but it clearly was soon after, " Ziva concluded. "I guess he wanted to protect us."

During the conversation they had both been looking out of the window and over the city but a slight tremble in Ziva's voice made him look at her. It was only then he realized that tears were glittering in her eyes. As he watched a single tear slipped its boundaries and fell down her face. Without thinking Tony reach out and wiping it away.

Ziva turned away. No one except Gibbs had ever seen her cry and she did not want Tony to think she was weak. She felt Tony's hand on her shoulder again and heard his worried voice, "hey Ziva. It's okay to cry. You know that right?"

She could not hold back the tear anymore. She had been holding them back for years and years because it was much easier to be strong when there was nobody there to make you feel loved. Tony did not wait for her to answer. He saw the tears spilling down her cheeks and pulled her into a hug and started running his fingers though her hair. He felt her body tremble in his arms and each time her heard he sob his heart broke for her.

The both slid down the wall and to the floor with Tony still holding Ziva close to him and whispering word of comfort in her ear. They just sat there, illuminated in the light from the window, until Ziva's sobs quieted and Tony realized she had cried herself to sleep. Gently he reached down and lifted her in his arms. Walking across the room he deposited her carefully on the bed and covered her in the blanket. Then he walked around to his side of the bed and climbed in.

Ziva surprised him by pulling herself a little closer to him. "Thank you for being there," she whispered before sliding back to sleep. He gently put his arms around her and placed a kiss on her forehead. "You don't need to thank me Ziva," he whispered to her, "I'll always be there for you."

Right o. How did you like it? I thought it was pretty decent. Please review and you might get more tomorrow. Smile.