Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS. If I did, Cote would get her money and stay! Anyway, I give you Speechless.
Hair in a braid, wearing skinny jeans and an old NCIS shirt, Ziva David packs the last of her kitchen ware and places the box on a counter. Tucking back a loose strand of hair, the woman walks to her fridge and grabs a cold bottle of water before settling herself on her couch, the last moveable object in her apartment and opening "Mansfield Park" to the page she left off at. The woman continues to read up to Fanny going to stay with her family who sent her to live with her aunt and uncle when Ziva is interrupted by a knock on her door. Confused, Ziva debates on grabbing a steak knife from the box in her kitchen. Remembering she has killed with much less, the woman looks through her peep hole. Seeing Tony on the other side of the door, the woman is doubly confused. Especially, when she opens the door to her former partner's somber face.
"Are you okay?" She questions a she lets her friend inside. He walks in and looks at her couch.
"You a Jane Austen fan?" He asks smiling. Ziva rolls her eyes with a smirk.
"Are you a James Bond fan?" She retorts. Tony puts his hand to his heart.
"Touché, Miss David." He answers. "We missed you at work today."
"You just finish a case?" She implores.
"Yep. Came by to see if you needed help." He states. The Italian American's words are met with silence.
"The whole team is here if you need help this weekend moving." He adds.
"Thanks, Tony. Tell the team I say thank- you too." She says walking toward her kitchen.
"Do you want a water?" She asks him.
"No, I should leave. I just wanted to see you." He says reluctantly. Ziva nods as she walks with him to her door. He squeezes her hand once she opens the door before embracing her and whispering, "At lo levad, Ziva. Ani ohev otach." He kisses her head once before walking away leaving a speechless Ziva to stare after him.
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