Authors notes: Thanks for all the kind reviews. And for those who asked, Jeanne and Tony will never be endgame, ever. So don't stress, just be patient, TIVA is coming.

Previously:

"We have ze best doctor. She spent a few years in America, but returned home after some idiot lied and broke 'er heart." Just then the ambulance doors opened. The paramedic continued. "Ziva David, meet Doctor Jeanne Beniot,"

Chapter 2

Ziva could see the French doctor trying to put a name to her face and was about to remind her when Jeanne spotted an unconscious Tony and turned pale. Ziva could see the memories flooding back to her, as Jeanne's eyes filled with tears.

*flashback*

"Was any of it real?" She asked, eyes full of hope.

The elevator door opened.

"No" he replied, lying through his teeth, as she wiped away a tear and went into the elevator.

"I wish I never met you."

He had broken her heart, and she had accused him of murder. There was no way they could be together again. But as Ziva studied Jeanne's face, she couldn't help but sense that the French doctor still had feelings for him. And as her stomach turned, she couldn't help but wonder that when Tony woke up, if he would feel the same.

*End flashback*

Ziva had waited outside in the waiting room, trying to focus on reading a magazine but her mind was elsewhere.

"Weren't you the one that told me the heart wants what it wants?"

Ziva remembered that fight clearly. She had corned him in the men's room and called him out on his lack of judgement. She was concerned about him, but she had also been jealous. And when those words had came out it had cut her deep, he truly had loved Jeanne.

*present time*
"Miss David?" Jeanne called as she walked into the waiting room.

"It's Dah-veed, Jeanne," Ziva corrected, accidently quite rudely. "Sorry, just call me Ziva,"

"Ziva, nice name." Jeanne continued. "Tony is recovering well, he is currently still unconscious but will wake any minute. You can see him if you would like."

"Thanks Jeanne." Ziva couldn't help but like her. She was pleasantly kind.

As Ziva followed Jeanne into Tony's room, he woke up. As he saw Ziva he smiled his famous DiNozzo grin, but it quickly faded as he become face to face with his ex lover. "Jeanne…"

He could barely get her name out. He was in shock, there was no doubt about it, but as Ziva studied his face she noticed something. He wasn't upset to see her; he wasn't angry and didn't seem afraid. He seemed calm, almost happy.

Ziva felt her heart sink. She turned around for a moment and shut her eyes as a memory came flooding back.

*flashback*

Ziva was in shock. Why was he bound to a chair, beaten and dirty, yet still appearing quite smug? Actually come to think of it, why was he in this country, why was he here?

Confused Ziva looked into the eyes of her former partner. "Why are you here?"

He struggled slightly trying to lie his way out of answering but the truth serum kicked in."Couldn't live without you I guess." He shrugged.

*End flashback*

She hoped those words were still true. She hoped Tony still could not live without her and she hoped that what she was witnessing in front of her was an apology between two people before they went their separate ways.

"I am sorry Jeanne, for everything." His words full of sincerity and remorse. He turned to Ziva. "Give us a moment Zee?" Ziva looked up into his eyes. His eyes seemed to be pleading with her, begging for her to understand. She nodded and left the room as a single tear rolled down her cheek.

As she shut the door behind her she turned around to witness a gun pointed at her head. A gun pointed at her by another familiar face. A face she left behind in Somalia. A face that for four months haunted her daily.