A/N This takes place between episodes Shabbat Shalam and Shiva. Spoilers
TONY POV
I could see the tears and the guilt in her eyes. Her father was dead. Killed trying to make amends with her. We all were standing there by the casket as it was loaded into the plane to go to Isreal, where a funeral would be planned. Ziva would not attend, none of us were. Our memorial earlier was enough and more tender than what Mossad would plan.
"Zee..."
"I want to be left alone Tony, please?"
I knew that I shouldn't but before I could stop myself, I crossed the little distance between us and hugged her. She tried to pull away before dissolving into tears.
ZIVA POV
I said I wanted to be left alone, but he did not listen. I am glad for once. His warm arms come around me and hold me to his chest. Soon the grief and weakness I am trying to hide forces me to collapse, all of my weight leaning against his broad chest. I know that Abba and I did not get along, but he was still my father. And he died trying to get my forgiveness, which I denied him. And now I miss him.
"Thank you Tony." I meant it.
"It's okay." He still did not let me go. I tried to move but his strong arms held me tight.
"Tony..."
"Shush.." I could feel more hot tears fall, soaking his shirt. I pressed my ear to his chest, just to be a little closer to him. I could hear his heartbeat and it somehow soothed me, letting me know that someone was there for me. He swayed slowly, rocking me back and forth gently. I closed my eyes and silently listened to his heart.
"DiNozzo, take your partner home and see to her." Gibbs didn't say anything about Tony holding me. He carefully led me through the private runway and out to where our cars were. I glanced at the rest of our team, Abby was crying in McGee's arms and he was holding back tears. Gibbs, Ducky and Director Vance stood in stoic silence. Without saying anything, I got into Tony's Mustang. I knew where we'd go. The drive to his apartment was silent as he let me dwell on my grief. I walked into his apartment to his couch and sat down. He looked at me sympathetically.
"Hey, if you wanna change into something else..." He left the invitation open and I nodded. He returned a few minutes later with a t shirt and sweatpants for me, propelling me to the bathroom to change.
I changed out of my tunic and jeans and into his clothes, grateful for his scent on them. I walked back into his living room and stood quietly. He looked at me and motioned for me to come over and so I did. I sat on the couch beside him.
"Come here." He opened his arms and I leaned awkwardly into his frame and rested my head against his chest again. He shifted under me to accomidate the two of us and leaned against the arm of the coach, pulling me further against me. We laid there for a while in quiet peace. He rubbed my back and hummed a soft lullaby. I know I'll be okay eventually. After all...I have Tony.