Ziva looked back at Tony, but quickly turned away, trying to hide her tears.
His eyes still glued to her, watching her walk away.
He waited a moment before pushing away from his desk. He stood and maneuvered around his desk and followed the same path she took, leading to the woman's bathroom.
He could hear her sobbing through the door.
He places his hand on the door and added pressure, slowly opening the door.
She stood in front of the sink, splashing water on her face.
"You okay, Ziva?"...He lets go of the door, letting it swing close.
She looked his way for an instance, but turned away, not answering.
"Do you want to talk about it?"...He took a step towards her, placing his hand on her shoulder.
"It?"...She uttered.
"Tali."...He replied.
She spun around, knocking his hand from her shoulder, she looked up at his face as tears trickled down her cheeks.
"I'm here for you, Ziva."...He raised his hands, cupping her face, wiping under her eyes with his thumbs..."No matter what."
She stepped forward, wrapping her arms around his mid-section, laying her face on left side of his chest, but pulls back just as fast..."Sorry, your suit."...She whispered, wiping her tears away.
He looked down at her and smiled..."It's okay, you can use my tie, too, if you need it."
She laughed, falling back into the hug, pressing the side of her face against his firm chest, she closed her eyes and softly sighed..."Thank you."
He tilted his head down, softly pressing his lips to the top of head, he whispered through her hair..."Al lo davar."
