A/N: I have WiFi again!

...In response to M E Wofford & Tamera Prince: Yes & Yes - he's divorced.


They had lapsed into silence after twenty minutes of pleasantries.

His kids, her job, the weather…

Tony shook his head.

God… the weather? Really?

She cleared her throat.

"I… uh – I should go now."

She made to put down the mug, and push her chair back.

"No." his hand flicked out and grasped her wrist.

No, don't go. Not now. Not now that you're here.

With me.

In the flesh.

At arm's reach.

He glanced up to meet her wide-eyed gaze. She'd felt it too.

She sat back down, his hand still encircling her forearm.

"I've missed you, Ziva."

She placed her hand on top of his and squeezed gently.

"Me too."

"I'm sorry"

Her mouth twitched into a smile, a hint of the old Ziva returning to her eyes.

"I know." She paused, trying to lighten the mood "But hey – you got everything you wanted."

Not everything, Ziva.

He reached up with his free hand, his fingertips ghosting across her cheek.

She closed her eyes at his touch, swallowing hard.

Not everything.


A/N: So... How am I doing?