Overwhelmed
A/N: Hey my wonderful wonderful reader! XD! Yeah, so this was supposed to be posted like last week, but stupid school got in the way. Blame high school registration. Anyways, read and REVIEW!!!!!!! Pretty please?
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Ziva's Point of View
Ziva David walked out of her apartment, overwhelmed by memories and stray thoughts. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew she had to leave the apartment. She got in her car and drove, not having a clue or a care as to her destination. She was already lost in thoughts in memories.
It had been three years, well, closer to four that Ziva David had been with NCIS. But even after four years, it was still difficult for her to let her guard down around him, around anyone! She wanted to; desperately she wanted to show him her other side. The whole world saw her as a tough, emotionless shell. She never let anyone see her real feelings. Not since before Tali died. After her sister's death, her father had pushed her to bury the feelings she had. It was safer, he'd said. No one could manipulate her that way.
And then she came to NCIS. And then, she met Tony. She couldn't explain it, but he made her want to feel gain. He made her want to wear her heart on her sleeves.
She had tried to keep the outer shell of stoicism. She tried to cover the love, bury the pain, disguise the relief, mask the anguish. But when she was with Tony, she felt vulnerable. She felt like he could see right through all of it.
And she didn't mind, not even a little. In fact, she loved it.
When she first moved to NCIS, he'd been a friendly stranger. Then he grew to be a trusted partner; she knew she could trust him with her life. She had to, being with NCIS. But after their undercover case, he'd grown to be more. He was her best friend; she loved him as a brother. She could place every development of their relationship on a timeline day by day... except for one.
She didn't know when love for a friend or sibling had turned into undying, unyielding, unconditional love.
She loved him, more than he could ever know. She always would.
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Eventually, her car stopped at a curb. She barely registered her sudden lack of motion. She didn't realize where she was until her feet stopped outside the door. Her fist rapped three times on the door in front of her, and still she wasn't brought aware of her surroundings, or of the rain pouring down in sheets around her, or even of her own tears until the man who'd opened the door spoke.
"Ziva? Ziva, what are you doing her, and why are you crying?
Tony's Point of View
Ahh, Saturdays. Tony loved Saturdays. No work, just a relaxing day of football, beer, and Bond. James Bond.
Usually.
But today was different. There was no game, and he'd exhausted all his Bond movies last Saturday with Ziva. Today was just him, just Tony and his memories.
Tony thought about women a lot. Mostly the one-night-stands he'd picked up; but ever since... well, he didn't know exactly when, but the blonde, leggy babes he'd picked up at random clubs hadn't been able to hold his attention.
Tonight, Tony was thinking about the most important women in his life up to now. The first was Kate. Kate was like a sister. Did he love her? Yes, of course he loved her. But Kate was the sister he'd never had, nothing more. Being partners, loving each other was inevitable. But there was no chance of a certain rule twelve being broken.
Second on the list of important women: Jeanne. Oh, Jeanne. He had truly loved her. He really had; he was sure of it. But, unfortunately, there was never going to be a "happy ending" for them. Heartbreak was inevitable for them; what Tony hadn't counted on was that it would be his own heart that was broken. He sighed deeply.
Ziva. Ziva David was perhaps the most important woman in Tony's life. For almost four years, Tony had known Ziva, and he had been at least physically attracted to her from day one. But after a while, their relationship changed. At first, Ziva was a bad Kate replacement. Then, she grew on Tony, and they'd become a team; they each trusted the other with their lives – they were partners, it was inevitable. They'd become closer and closer.
Tony's assignment with Jeanne had set them back a few steps. When Jeanne had discovered the truth about Anthony "DiNardo," she had broken his heart. Tony built a wall, concealing his true feelings. He would never let anyone in that close ever again, and he'd never get hurt again.
Ziva had helped him heal, although Tony knew she had no idea just how much. When he was with Jeanne, Tony had started to lose his playboy ways; after her, he reverted to his pattern of weekly one-nighters. But the routine started to break; Tony wanted that feeling again, the feeling of knowing that there would be someone waiting for him, to help him when things went wrong. He started looking for a woman who could do this for him. He didn't have to look far.
Ziva had always been there, he realized. Ziva helped him, Ziva had his back.
Tony didn't know when, but sometime after the Jeanne fiasco, he found himself wanting to let her behind the wall. He trusted her; he trusted that she wouldn't hurt him. She gave him strength, yet at the same time, she ade him want to be bulnerable.
He loved her.
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A/N: Yeah so this was originally supposed to be one chapter, but i was fealing inexplicably evil. Tell me what you think and if you want the next part.
