Anthony DiNozzo

"I am Ziva David and I can kill you with a spoon." The dark haired woman had said fiercely.

DiNozzo looked at her now, trying to keep his face blank. But damn was she hot, even if her mastery of weapons scared him a little. Ok, a lot, he admitted to himself. But she was never going to take the place of his partner. Never.

Kate had been popping up, telling him it was okay to move on, okay to open up to the newcomer. But he wasn't ready. God, Kate's body wasn't even cold in the ground yet. It just seemed...wrong. Like he wasn't honoring Kate''s memory enough.

"Damn you Ari!" He yelled miserably, punching a hole in the wall (to match the one next to it{1}) "She had so much to live for! And you murdered her! Bastard! You deserve what you got!"

Shot by his own sister. Shot by Ziva. Poor poor Ziva. Forced by her father to shoot her brother {2}. Tony couldn't even imagine shooting one of his siblings, biological or otherwise.

But it had to weigh her down, every single day. Some days you could tell. Some days (far too many days) one of the emotions mixed in her beautiful brown eyes was guilt. And something deep inside him just wanted to pull her in, comfort her, erase that look in her eyes. Maybe Kate was right. Maybe it was okay to move on sometimes. Not forget (never forget), but move on.

This could be the start of something new. Life was a circle of destruction and rebirth. Maybe, it was time.

Ziva David

"Probie, get me some coffee!" The handsome American had said. He was entirely too Arrogant, she had thought at first. And he wouldn't survived in Moussad. She knew he was grieving though. Grieving for his partner, shot through the head by her brother.

Damn him. She had truly thought he was 'one of the good guys'. "How could you do this to me Ari? I trusted you! I would have given anything for my brother. And you shot her! People loved her. She had a family! And it was a hell of a lot better than ours!" Ziva screamed, just as miserable as Tony.

She threw her knife against the wall, leaving a mark equal to the others she'd made over the past days. Each marked her anger and devastation. She blinked sudden tears out of her eyes, as the horrible truth sunk in.

She had murdered her brother. She had traded one family that didn't love her to save another family that didn't love her either. But it was the way the others acted around Gibbs that made her wanted to save him, not just follow the instructions (no, orders) of her power hungry father.

Director Eli David didn't care about the number of lives lost, or even if the deaths were necessary. He only cared about what he could gain from the confrontations. But Ziva David had wanted to save Gibbs and Tony and McGee and Ducky. Even Abby.

When she walked into NCIS, sometimes she saw a halfway distant look on Tony's face, his lips moving soundlessly. She knew (don't ask how, she just did) that he was seeing and talking to Kate. And she knew how he felt, ever since shed murdered (God she hated that word) Ari.

She'd dreamed of him. Asking why she shot him. It was different for Tony though. She knew he had loved Date, really loved her, not just wanted her. And that hurt more than anything. That she was gone, and poor poor Tony never got to tell her.

When she saw Tony with that half distant look, she just wanted to show her soft side and walk in front of him, hug him like Abby did, reassure him that someone was there, even if it wasn't Kate. Maybe she had begun to love him too. He was handsome, and nice, and funny, and it was all too clear he had a sensitive side. So yes, she loved him.

But no matter how bad she wanted to take him in her arms, to say "I'm sorry", she wouldn't. Couldn't. He needed to decide when he was ready to reach out. He didn't love her. He wasn't ready. Not yet anyway.

One: Covert Affairs references, anyone?

Two: Let's just assume he knew this, okay?

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