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Turbulence woke Tony from his small nap on the plane. He rubbed his eyes with his right thumb and index finger, and felt the need to stretch until he noticed his partner sound asleep on his left shoulder, a small snore escaping her mouth.
He smiled and wandered if he should take his cell phone and record it, so that he could prove to her that she did, in fact, snore. That would cease the argument they had about it every month or so when she fell asleep on his couch after movie night. He took a deep breath and leaned back on his seat, closing his eyes and hoping that he could fall asleep again.
The plane shook again, and this time it woke him and Ziva, who sat up quickly. He yawned, "Morning sunshine." She cut her eyes at him as she moved her head back and forth, trying to get some relief in her tense neck. "Yeah, I know sleeping on this rock couldn't be too comfortable for you." He grinned and patted his left bicep.
Ziva rolled her eyes, "Actually, I do not care for my pillows so soft." Now it was her turn to grin. "What time is it?"
Tony looked down at his watch, "8:42 Washington DC time. "
Ziva nodded and let her head fall back on the seat, "Only two more hours, then."
"That would be correct, my ninja." Tony mumbled. He looked out at the clouds that were on the other side of the window. "Do you think he looks like me?"
After realizing that he just changed the subject, Ziva scoffed and answered him quickly, "With any luck." Tony turned to her, a big grin on his face. "What I meant was that I do not know what this woman looks like." Her face was beet red and she had no way of hiding it.
A grin was still on his face, "That's not what you said, Zi." He then looked down at his bag of salted peanuts. He turned his head back towards the window, "She was gorgeous." He said softly. Ziva moved in a little closer so she could hear what he was saying. "Dark brown hair, blue eyes, perfect body. She was funny, sweet, caring." He chuckled sarcastically, "Maybe a little too caring." He then looked at Ziva, "I thought I was in love." Ziva only looked down at her hands as a response. He let out a sigh, "Well, I guess it doesn't matter anymore." He returned to looking out the window, and silence landed between them.
Ziva gulped. She had a question she'd wanted to ask him since he told her the previous day. She didn't know how he would respond, but she had to know. "Tony?"
"Yeah?" He said, turning to look at her.
"If she was not dying, do you think that you would…" She stopped and swallowed another lump that was blocking words from exiting her mouth, "…start a life with them?"
He sighed, "Honestly I never even thought about that." He scratched his chin, "It would definitely be a conversation, I guess. But she would have to have a hell of an explanation for the fact that she didn't tell me that I had a son for twelve years. You don't just get over that." Ziva nodded. She knew where he was coming from. "That's even if she would've told me. I think the only reason she told me is because she's dying."
Ziva already didn't like this woman.
"Do you think that she had a valid reason for not telling you?"
Tony scoffed, "No. She and I talked about kids. I remember it like it was yesterday. She wanted four; I said three at the most. But one thing we agreed on is always being there for each other and for our kids. I don't know what she was thinking in not telling me. Maybe because I told her I didn't ever want to see her again." He chuckled sarcastically, "Well, with a few choice dirty words added in."
Ziva felt her heartbeat speed up a few thousands beats per second, "You wanted a family with her?"
Tony looked at his partner and nodded, "Oh yeah. We planned our entire life. House, career's, kids, cars, dogs." She suddenly felt sick. "That feels like a thousand years ago, though. I don't want any of that now."
Ziva made herself look at him again, "None of it?"
Tony looked her in the eyes and smiled, only slightly, "Well, not with her." The two of them looked away from each other, suddenly feeling awkward. He cleared his throat, "What about you David?"
She shrugged, "What about me?"
"Did you ever talk about a family with anybody?"
She shook her head, "You do not think about that stuff in Israel."
Tony tilted his head and gave her a look, "There are families in Israel."
"Yes, there are, Tony. But to most people a family is the last thing on a list. And you usually do not make it to the last thing."
Tony swallowed at the thought of Ziva not making it to the bottom of her list, whatever that item was, "Is it your last thing?" He felt he had to know. She looked at him and he knew right away that he was going to fight her for the answer, "Now Ziva I've been pouring my heart out here. You gotta give me something."
The corner of her mouth turned up and she looked at him again, "Fine."
He grinned like he just won a prize at the fair, "So?"
She answered him after another moment of silence, "No. I would have to say it is not on the bottom of my list."
Tony relaxed in his seat, "Good." She looked at him, "You deserve to be happy, Zi."
There were a lot of times when Ziva wanted to jump Tony's bones, and there were a lot of times when she wanted to shoot him. But at this moment, she wanted to hug him.
"Thank you, Tony."
He smiled and squeezed her knee before turning back to the window once again.
Only one hour and 45 minutes to go.
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