Picture perfect memories, scattered all around the floor

She is sitting there, on her couch with her legs folded under her trying not to think too much about the fact that a certain special agent spent a night on it.
She is sitting there feeling the fabric of the couch on her bare ankles and trying not to think too much about him.
But in the end she can't resist and digs out the memories of the last night. The night she doesn't want to think too much about, because she knows it'll cause pain and she is not ready to handle the pain yet. Truth to be told, she isn't sure she'll ever be ready to handle the pain.
But she does it, she repeat the night on the tarmac in her head. It's so vivid, she can almost feel his lips on hers again. His one hand in her hair and his other one on her waist, trying to pull her closer. She can almost feel his tongue touching her lips.
And that's the point when she can't stand the pain anymore. Slowly and then all at once she bursts out into tears.

Reaching for the phone, 'cause I can't fight it any more

Normally, she would never allow herself to cry because of a man, but this is different. He isn't just another man. He isn't just a partner in crime. He is her soulmate. He is the one she truly loves, with all her heart. And he is the one to whom she said ‚I love you' in her israeli way. And she is sure he is the only one who understood those four words right. Everybody else would have understood them in an other way. But the fact that he kissed her after she said these words is reason enough for her to believe that he did. He understood how she meant it.
In trance she reaches for her phone that lies on the small table in front of the couch. Barely she can make out the numbers on her phone, but she keeps trying until she types in the right numbers. Feeling her heart skipping a beat when she decides to press the call button, she takes a deep breath and tries to calm herself down while standing up from the couch and pacing around.
She waits for the well-known voice at the other end of the line as she realises the time difference. Rapidly she takes a quick look on the clock which hangs above the door to her bedroom. 8:15 AM. 1:15 AM in Washington D.C. Frustrated she smacks her phone on the ground and breaks down on the couch once again.

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me, it happens all the time

As she is lying there, thinking about their first meeting in the bullpen and their last goodbye on the tarmac, she hardly notices the tears that are streaming down her face and the sobs that are coming out of her mouth.

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now

He is sitting there, on his couch with his legs folded under him trying not to think too much about the fact that he may have seen her for the last time.
He is sitting there trying to ignore the pain that crashes down to him now that he is all alone.
It wasn't that hard to think about her in the plane, because he always had this feeling that she might come back one day- for good. But now as he has thought about her decision to stay in Tel Aviv for hours, he comes to the conclusion that she won't change her mind. She will never come back. Neither to the team as his partner nor to him as his girlfriend.
As he realises that, he can't stop the tears from streaming down his face.
‚DiNozzo man don't cry', he says to himself and tries to get his bravery back. But it's impossible. This is different. She isn't just another woman. She isn't just a partner in crime. She is his soulmate. She is the one he truly loves, with all his heart. And she is the one that said ‚You are so loved' to him. And he is sure that this means more than just a simple ‚I love you'. At first he couldn't believe what he heard there on the tarmac. But the fact that he kissed her with all his love and passion and she kissed him back is reason enough for him to believe what she has said. She meant it.

Said I wouldn't call, but I've lost all control and I need you now

In trance he reaches for his phone in his pocket. He doesn't notice the thin, but robust item that falls down on the ground when he puts out his phone. Barely he can make out the numbers on his phone, but he keeps trying until he types in the right numbers. Feeling his heart skipping a beat when he decides to press the call button, he takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself down while standing up from the couch and pacing around.
He waits for the well-known voice at the other end of the line as he realises the time difference. Rapidly he takes a quick look on the clock on his arm. 1:15 AM. 8:15 AM in Tel Aviv.

And I don't know how I can do without, I just need you now

After waiting for what feels like an eternity- but is just a few seconds in real- he hangs up. Frustrated he smacks his phone on the ground and breaks down on the couch once again.
As he is lying there, thinking about their first meeting in the bullpen and their last goodbye on the tarmac, he notices a shiny, thin item on the ground. Slowly, he picks it up and realises that it is her Star Of David necklace.

I hope you liked it peeps :) This is just a part of the whole drabble, but I wanted to know your opinion on this one and whether I should upload the whole drabble or not. Please leave comments and tell me what you liked or disliked and what can be improved. Don't be shy to correct my mistakes :)

Love ya peeps.

Vivi xoxo