Tony drove crazily through the traffic and chuckled to himself as he recalled Ziva's driving. He wasn't as bad tonight but god, he just wanted to get to her apartment as soon as possible. Traffic seemed to be moving nowhere just two blocks from Ziva's. Without thinking he swung his car into the curb. Parking quickly he sprung out, locked it and continued on foot to Ziva's apartment
He made his way through the streets and his power walking soon escalated to a quick jog. What in the world was he actually doing? He cursed to himself as the traffic started moving. He was already half way there so it would've been stupid to go back to his car now. After all Anthony DiNozzo does not do stupid, just kidding. It was about 9 o'clock and he was frolicking through the streets, arms flailing, puffing and panting just to see Ziva.
He finally got to her building and bounded up the stares. Once reaching her floor he came to a sudden halt. With all of the traffic, running and frustration he hadn't even began to think about what he was going to say to Ziva or the fact that he just ran up a couple of flights of stares when there's an elevator.
There he was, staring at her door. This is just fricking great he thought to himself. Then it hit him, he was going to be honest he would start off with something like "Hey Zeevaaah" and finish with "I'm madly in love with you" turning on the DiNozzo charm and giving her a sultry glare
Solid plan he though to himself after giving a nod of approval. Calmly he walked to her door and knocked twice. Manly knock, way to go you, he praised himself. Lets face it, it was one of the few thing he had done right today.
Ziva flung the door open and in her right hand she was clutching a kitchen knife. Before a surprised look could sweep across her face she changed her expression to a what the fuck are you doing here look.
"What do you want?" she scolded.
Clearly shocked by the fact she was wielding a knife and still mad at him he panicked.
"I love Ziva, well you because you are Ziva. Really madly, hey" Tony stuttered and stumbled over his words. Not exactly what he had planned but at least all the words were there (sort of)
"Tony... I..." Ziva all of a sudden looked very confused as fear wiped across her face.
"What are you so scared of?" Tony mumbled in a soft whisper after a rather lengthy silence
"What am I scared of? Everything and everyone has been taken away from me over the years. Slowly and it hurt. It hurts still and I still hurt. I couldn't even begin to imagine you being taken from me let alone having to live my life without you. I've tried so hard to ignore my feelings for you, to push them to the back of my mind and cloud them with thoughts of totally different things, in fear that if I got to close to you, you would leave. Somehow, whether it was your choice or not, you would leave. That's what scares me, Tony. You scare me. The thought of having you then having you taken away petrifies me!"
Tony paused, mouth open in shock from what she had just said. So raw and so real.