Note From The Author—Okay, so I couldn't help myself and I had to continue this. I just can't seem to get the idea of Ziva comforting Tony out of my head. This is the result of that predicament. I hope you enjoy.
For a moment Ziva stood as if rooted to the floor. She wanted nothing more than to go after him, to try and make it better some how, yet she wasn't sure how. She wasn't a comforter by nature, so why was it that all she wanted to do with Tony was try to make the hurt go away?
In the end, she knew she had to try. She finally willed herself to move, and she set off after him. He wasn't easy to find. She checked the bullpen, the bathroom, even Abby's lab, and couldn't find any trace of him. As a last resort, she checked the interrogation rooms.
It was there that she found him, and she realized that the room he was looking out on was the room where they'd held Jeanne. It was in that room that she'd lied to the director's face before finally admitting the truth. It was there that she'd unknowingly and unfeelingly ripped his heart to pieces.
He turned when she closed the door. She looked him over and felt a stab of raw pain when she saw the tears glistening in his eyes. He shook his head and turned back to the glass as she stepped further in. Ziva was ready to call his name, but thought better of it. Instead, she walked forward and reached up to rest her hand on his shoulder.
At the contact, she felt a shuddering breath flow through him. His shoulders heaved momentarily as he struggled to rein everything in. Then without a word he spun around and suddenly he was clinging to her like a life line. Stunned, she held him to her as he fisted his hands in the material of the shirt at her back. She knew that neither of them would speak of this again, but it didn't matter. As she felt his tears fall wet against her neck all that mattered was that maybe, just maybe she could help make things better. Maybe, with her help, he could begin to heal the cracks.