Sorry, sorry, sorryyyy. i know, its been ages but some stuff came up. Forgive me? :)
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or its characters.. etc, etc.
He made it to the parking lot before realising he had no idea where he was going.
The most logical thing to do would be to go to her apartment, but something told him she wasn't there.
He wasn't sure how he knew, but he did.
But if she wasn't at work, and she wasn't at home, he didn't know where else to look.
And maybe that's how he ended up driving where he did. It could have been luck, only it felt like something more. It was as if there was something pulling him towards her. At the time, he considered it cop's instinct. Later, he would realise there was more to it than that.
But it didn't matter how he got there, because when he pulled up in front of the park he saw her.
There were many scenarios that had been playing over in his head as he drove; many involved her in assassin mode, mostly out for revenge. Some involved the death of people around her, and a few even involved her crying. If he was honest, he wasn't quite sure what he had expected to find but it certainly wasn't to see her sitting calmly on a bench.
As he moved towards her he noticed something in her hands, her gun. She appeared to be weighing it in her hands but she wasn't focused on it. She wasn't really focused on anything.
She didn't acknowledge him as he approached, or as he sat down next to her.
Only after a few minutes of silence did she look up, eyes shining.
"I couldn't do it Tony."
He looked at her, questions all over his face, not sure what to make of this.
"Do what?"
She didn't reply and silence come over them once again.
At that moment he would have given anything to know what was going on through her mind but he couldn't ask for fear of disrupting the delicate balance that currently existed between them and scaring her off.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Ziva placing her gun down on the bench between them, removing the bullets as she did so. As Tony looked down at them it finally clicked. Those bullets hadn't been for revenge, or for the people around her. Their intended target was sitting right next to him, and she couldn't do it.
She could tell the moment he worked it out; she'd always been good at reading him like that.
He stiffened and his eyes came up to meet hers, which were still full of the tears she had not yet managed to force away.
She knew he was going to want to talk, and for once, she was ready.
I wasn't sure about this one, let me know what you think.
also, its time for some talking, and i think these two have a lot to say. If you have any suggestions, do share :)