He drove, not knowing where he was going. He never intended it to turn out like this. He kept driving. He drove, and drove. He drove for an hour, and pulled over on a random street. Ziva fell straight into his arms. He sat there and she cried. No words were spoken. The silence was almost welcoming, and the only thing that could be heard was the sound of Ziva's sobs.
"Why…" Ziva whispered, "Why?"
"Because. He's not worthy of you,"
"Can I stay at your place tonight?" she asks him through her tears.
He drives with her in his arms. When they reach the apartment, he carries her inside. He places her on his bed and tucks her in. He crawls in with her, and she lies there and cries. She stays awake for most of the night, thought sometimes alternating between sleep and crying.
He stays awake. Because she needs him.
He does it out of love.
He would do anything for her.