Hey guys, thanks for all the great feedback! Let me know if theres something specific I should work in, I love getting new ideas!
And if the link last time didn't work for some of you because I realize it was a bit broken, the story is called Shattered by hotbloodedbones
Its the Ziva POV of all this and we plan to sync our stories when they're in contact with each other.
Thanks for reading, keep it up :)
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Tony felt a little light headed as the elevator lit up the level lights as it steadily moved up to his floor. The lack of sleep plus his poor diet the last few days didn't help his emotional state at all. Coffee in hand, he stepped out of the open doors to see the all too familiar hustle of the squad room. His own desk sat neatly empty, as did Ziva's. He hadn't come into work yesterday, Gibbs hadn't called. Could his gut sense that Tony was too close to Ziva for his own good?
Tony began to settle in, looking across from him at the empty desk. She hadn't left a thing. He thought about all the times he had thrown bits of paper at her to break her concentration, the times he'd teased her, the times she had given him her signature 'Ziva' look.
"Dinozzo! Are you even listening to me?!" Gibbs was standing at the edge of his desk, obviously explaining something to Tony and McGee that was honestly a mystery to Tony. "That's what I thought....Grab your gear, we're headed to Little Creek."
Tony grabbed his stuff, thinking of Ziva all the while. Usually his motive was to make Gibbs talk during the car ride but today, he couldn't care less. He had to do his and Ziva's job but he wasn't doing either properly. He was too distracted to do anything right and he knew that.
It was to Tony's great relief that the case was a simple open and shut case, as sad as it might be. They had walked on to crime scene only to find a car crashed into a tree and a bloody driver in the front seat. No seatbelt, horrible airbag damage. As he mindlessly collected blood samples, took some pictures and helped McGee take measurements, he recollected all the times he and Ziva had taken advantage of 'easy' cases to take more time than they needed so they could have some downtime before a tough case came along. He couldn't pull that with uptight McGeek.
Before he knew it, they were back at the lab and he was too disoriented to remember if he had done all he needed to do. This was too much to take. He quickly flipped through the file to see that McGee and Gibbs had taken care of everything...Gibbs had done interviews..wow. He looked down at the cause of death, it read 'Drunk driving'. So that was it. Another man dead because he wasn't smart enough to know not to drink and drive. Even he knew that and he was....
"DINOZZO!" Gibbs was standing 5 inches from his face, "go home! Case is shut, get some sleep."
Maybe he did need it but he hated being home, seeing her everywhere. He needed some direction in his life...maybe tomorrow. Right now, he just needed some sleep and maybe a sandwich.