(for NCIS episode Rule Fifty One, season seven season finale)

Authors Note: This has been in my head for awhile now, and it probably won't be finished until after the season eight premiere, but whatever. This is a very unlikely idea... but I was stressed out when I wrote it. Ahh - I'm always stressed out, just ask my friends. Anyway, on with the story. Oh, also, I advise you not to read ANY further if you don't want anything spoiled for you! Oh, and I do realize Ziva may appear OOC in this story, but whatever.

Disclaimer: Not even going to explain myself.

Tony was sitting on the red couch, his elbows propped on his knees, face resting in his hands. A depressed look clouded his face, and a single tear was visible on his cheek. He heard the noises of his door being unlocked, and finally it gave in to the key, and the door was opened. Ziva David looked upon the broken sight, and dropped the keys on the counter and slammed the door behind her. Tony never cried, and this was a sign that crisis was boiling. Throwing the keys on the counter, she scrambled for the couch, and fell to her knees before Tony.

She gripped his wrists, and asked her voice breaking with each word, "What is the matter?"

He didn't reply. His attempts to pry her shaking hands from his wrists were only foiled when she clenched them harder. Relaxing into the couch a little, so did Ziva's grip. But only enough so that his wrists wouldn't snap. She didn't dare meet that steely green gaze, so she kept her eyes closed, tears slowly forming underneath the lids of her eyes. When she finally had the courage to open her eyes meet his, her gaze was glassy and tear stained; while his was lost, and soul-less.

He concentrated on what to say, shifted his position on the couch nervously, and spoke his voice monotone whisper, "I'm breaking my promise. I have to leave... on a mission for... ToothpickMan. The mission is... dangerous, and I may not... uhm, return. Shall we say?"

She was too busy swallowing sobs to have the pain of the promise being broken break her heart. It didn't matter that Tony was breaking the promise, what mattered was that he could possibly die on this mission. And one thing she didn't need, was to have him leave, and not come back. Finally after a minute or two she managed to choke out some words, "For how... long though?"

He didn't answer the question, he just had his forehead meet hers. Instantly, her eyes closed, but she could still feel the gentle brush of his lashes against her lids.

"When do you leave?"

"In an hour,"

Once again, her eyes closed and tears began to run from them anyway. As this happened her hands were completely released from her boyfriends wrists and sobs engulfed her. "Promise... promise..." She took in a breath, "Promise... me one thing, please?"

"Anything,"

"Come back,"

When she woke in the morning, she was on his side of the bed, of which he was usually very territorial about. Frantically she kicked the sheets, looking for another body. But there was no other body. Just her. Alone. The bed was uncomfortably cold and empty. In her scramble, she noticed something hit the floor. Looking out from the covers, she saw some dress pants and a clean white blouse. Inside of the blouse she could faintly see the outline of a gold was a piece of paper on the nightstand, and it had scrawled writing on it. She managed to read the paper without grabbing it.

"You deserve this day more than you know. Don't hold back because I'm not here. - Tony."

Like it so far? I will continue it, don't worry. I know the ending, but the middle has so many possible ideas, I just want to figure it out and get the beginning plot bunny thingie on .