Hey guys, this is my first fanfic. This picks up where Past, Present, and Future ended with Tony on the plane. I am a huge Tiva shipper so I think you all know where this is going. I haven't seen any episodes since she left so this all my view on how Tony should handle it and also how the Tiva story should continue. Please tell me what you think!
I do not own NCIS or its characters
Tony sat on the plane, his gaze glued to window as he fought with his emotions. He watched the disappearing form of the woman he loved. His brain fought with itself, one side telling him to break down and cry, the other telling him to man up and move on. But no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get the last image of Ziva's crying face to leave his mind, her big brown eyes so full of emotion, pain and tears. He couldn't forget the feel of her lips on his, her soft gentle hand on his neck, their salty tears flowing freely as they kissed for the first and last time. As the full memory of their goodbye flooded into his mind he gave up and tears streamed down his face once again. He could still feel her beautiful, soft, curly hair gripped tight in his hand.
He couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that it had actually happened, he had kissed Ziva and then he had left her. He knew it wasn't what he wanted; if he had gotten what he wanted she would be next to him right then, her hand in his. She would be coming back to DC with him. He hadn't even been separated from her for a day and he already missed her desperately. Things could have been different, they should have been. There had to be something he could have done so she wouldn't beat up on herself like she was. She blamed herself for all the deaths around them. She thought she was some ruthless killer. But she wasn't, she was so much more.
He wished there was some way he could have shown her that she was more, that she meant so much more especially to him. He would do anything for her. He had killed for her and he had almost died for her and yet she still hadn't seen it. Some part of him thought maybe she had seen it, maybe she had known and yet she chose to ignore it. He had lost her now so he pushed that thought out of his head. She was gone and it was his fault.
The young girl next to him watched his face with troubled brown eyes; she looked about 19, "Are you alright?" Tony jumped out the sound of her voice, at first he wasn't going to respond. He didn't want to talk; he didn't want to do anything except bring Ziva back to him.
Finally after a few moments he tore his gaze away from the window, he was about to make a snappy comment but when he saw her face something stopped him, "I'm fine" but he felt the tears still running down his face and knew she could see them too, "No actually I'm not"
She looked at him for a moment then spoke again, "If you do not mind, what is wrong?"
It was that moment that Tony realized why he hadn't ignored her, everything about her screamed Ziva, her hair was dark and curly, her deep chocolate eyes, her accent, and her obvious habit of not using contractions. He stared at her and he could feel the tear spilling out of eyes once again, he looked away, ashamed of himself. Even with his back to her he could sense her eyes boring into him, curious, determined, and sad.
"It's complicated" That was all I he could say, all he could manage to choke out.
"You know it is not always a bad thing to cry. I am just some girl you met on a plane, you obviously need to talk. I will listen."
He found himself telling her about Ziva, he spoke of the years they had spent dancing around each other not telling the other how they felt. He got carried away talking about her, describing moments and looks between them. The memories made him smile but the thought of her not there anymore brought the sadness back on him. He told her about their time as Sophie and Jean-Paul Ranier. The flashbacks were vivid and the memories were sweet and painful at the same time. Even remembering his lack of sleep because of her snoring brought a smile to his face. His favorite part of that memory was the nicknames "Sweet cheecks" and "My little Hairy butt" that had stuck to that day.
This brought his mind to their time in Berlin. It brought back the strongest feelings; they had been so close then. She had shared her feelings and child hood stories with him. They had even shared a bed. She had been about to tell him something before their crash. There had been something in her eyes, something other than the fierce determination to avenge her father. He had hoped she was about to say something about their relationship, but before she could they were hit.
After the crash, all the pain and anger returned to her eyes and he one again pushed him away. He had come so close to telling her over the years and the whole time there were moments between them that he knew meant more but he kept silent. He realized that was what he regretted most, he regretted not telling her how he felt. He could have told her long ago, he didn't know what her reaction would have been but at least they could have gone somewhere. That brought him to talking about their goodbye. He realized another thing then, he still hadn't told her how he felt. They had shared that last moment, their emotions evident in their eyes but he never told her. Even Ziva had told him in a sideways way, she had told Deena that she was in love with him. Or at least he hoped that's how she knew.
He knew by then that everyone could tell they were in love, people had seen glimpses but there was no mistake now. He could see the pity in their eyes when he video chatted with them. He fell silent, his and Ziva's story had ended there. But it couldn't end; he couldn't imagine not having Ziva with him any more. But he had to accept the truth, there would be no more memories made with her. There would be no more to their story.
I know that was a pretty short chapter, it is just an introduction into where the story is going from here. The next chapter will be longer I promise. Please tell me what you think!
