Hey everyone!

Thanks for reading, keep the reviews coming please, I need those. The story's really gonna start picking up here. Stay with me, Tiva fans!

Again, Ziva's POV is called "Shattered" by Hotbloodedbones

Thank you :)

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Two weeks had passed since they had left Ziva behind in Tel Aviv and it had definitely taken its toll on Tony. As he walked into this apartment after another blank day at work, he took in the smell of rotting pieces of food on his dirty dishes and the laundry that was piling up all over the place. He hadn't cleaned at all the entire time and he wasn't about to start now. No one was going to come here, it was hopeless.

He worked like a well programed robot. Work, eat, shower, sleep, repeat. He hopped into the shower only to find that there was no hot water left, dampening his day a bit more. Quickly giving himself a scrubbing all over, Tony stepped out and wrapped himself in a towel. Wondering what the foul smell was, he walked out to his room. The smell followed him which is when he realized he hadn't washed his towel this entire time.

"Wet dog smell...great..." Tony said out loud.

Dropping the towel in the middle of his room, he flopped down on his bed to take in the smell of his sweat and body wash. He closed his eyes, forcing the tears back. He knew it was unhealthy to hold the tears back that much but he couldn't start to accept that she was gone. She hadn't called, she hadn't written, even her scent was starting to fade from his belongings, being replaced with stale sweat and filth.

He let a few tears fall down his unshaven, worn face before burying it into his pillow, forcing himself into an uneasy slumber.

Her face was floating in front of him, smiling her sly smile. It said so much yet had so much mystery. He reached out but she kept moving further and further, he chased her, never quite touching her. Just when he thought he had her, he could see her whole body in front of him, still smiling. Then, big hands moved around her waist, making her smile a brighter smile. He never made her smile like that. Micheal's face appeared over her shoulder, he kissed her face, holding her. They looked happy.

"Aren't you going to get that, Tony?" whispered Ziva's glowing form. She was playing with Micheal's hair, saying something in Hebrew but all the while starring at Tony.

Tony looked around wildly, searching for the noise Ziva had pointed out, a telephone ringing. It had to be Gibbs, he needed to get to a scene.

"Tony, get that phone call! Tony!" yelled Ziva, still with Micheal.

Tony searched frantically for the phone but couldn't find it until * THUD *

Tony sat on the ground of his room, disoriented with the phone still ringing on his bedside table.

Reaching up with his eyes still closed, he murmured, "Hello...?"

The voice on the other end was soft and hurried, scared maybe, "Jean-Paul? It's Sophie. I got caught up at work, I need help getting home..."