"Tony…" whispered Ziva. She looked him in the eyes; he had that look that holding it all together with a thin string look. It broke her heart. "Do…do you want to be alone?" she asked holding her breath. "No." he answered really quickly, "I need to go to the hospital. Will you come with me Ziv… please?" He begged as if she could ever say no. "Of course Tony" she answered. "I'll call Gibbs and tell him. Do you want him to come too?" "No," he said, "I need you."
Ziva's breath caught in her throat. Some part of her had always wanted to hear that, but why at such a horrible time? She grabbed the keys to her mini cooper that was parked down the block in case they had needed to sneak away and motioned for Tony to follow her. They walked in silence, and that was fine, there was nothing she could say to make it better. She had gone to the ends of the world and back to avenge her father, but there was no enemy for Tony to face, just his raw emotions, and all she could do was be there for him to reach out to when he was ready.
They arrived at the hospital at 4 a.m... The receptionist directed them to the room where Dinozzo Sr.'s body was held, and to Ziva's surprise inside of it stood Tony's entire family. Many were saying their goodbyes and while bustling to meet them in the hallway a rather frail old woman shouts "ANTHONY JR.!" His grandmother Ziva guesses he had once described her as a small woman with a spirit the size of Jaws. "Why I would say it was great to see you but considering the circumstance, I guess it isn't" she said gravely. "Hi gramma." said Tony sounding a little bit more like himself. "And who is this beautiful woman?" She asked. "This is Ziva, she is my… partner" he said, hesitating just enough to send Ziva's heart all over the place.
The rest of the day was spent with tedious introductions and Tony barley got a moment to say goodbye. Ziva felt that her presence had been more of a burden than a help, but as soon as they got in the car Tony let out a sigh of relief and told her the opposite. "Ziva, I… I wouldn't have been able to handle this… I really appreciate… look what I'm trying to say is." "You're welcome." Ziva smiled. He tried to smile back but couldn't find it in him and he just closed his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. "Ziva," he said, "as much as this day has sucked, it has confirmed two things I needed to know." "And those would be?" Ziva asked. "How I felt about my father… and how I feel about you. He answered taking her hand.
Ziva was floored. There he was looking into her eyes like he did in her dreams. "I love you Ziva David." He said. Ziva couldn't find words fast enough. How could she tell him? Tell him that for weeks he was all she could think about, that she wanted to spend the rest of her years in his arms? She couldn't figure out what to say, so she settled on nothing. She just put her arm on the back of his neck and pulled him closer until his lips met hers. It was a simple kiss, but after it was done she had the courage to say what she really felt. "I love you too."
He smiled. A genuine not forced smile. "Let's go home sweet cheeks."
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