"Was any of it real?" Jeanne asked him. The elevator doors stood open behind her, and she looked into his eyes.
He couldn't lie; not to her.
"Yes..." he said softly. Jeanne's face changed. "I care about you Jeanne. I never wanted to hurt you."
"I loved you Tony. I wish you told me. This never would have had to happen." Jeanne said, tears welling in the corners of her eyes.
"I know," Tony said simply. The woman in front of him leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"She cares," murmured Jeanne. Tony didn't say anything, but knew what she meant. "I told you to choose, and you made a choice. But I hope that you were right."
o-o-o-o
Tony stood outside her door. The wind was blowing, and the rain was pouring faster each moment. But he wasn't wearing a coat, or his jacket. Armani can wait. Her door wasn't covered by anything, so the water was dripping down him, and he was soaking wet.
Why couldn't he just reach his hand up...and knock? There was nothing stopping him. So he rapped twice on the wooden door. There wasn't anything going on inside, so he stood in the puddle of water forming at his feet. Suddenly, as Tony's attention was focused on a small raindrop racing down the stained glass window, the door swung open.
The dark-haired woman. didn't say a word. She didn't ask why he stood waterlogged at her door. Jeanne had just left NCIS headquarters, that much she knew.
"I love you Ziva," Tony said.