Right thanks to all your reviews they have been brilliant and very encouraging, I apologise to my good friend Sam Foster-Frowde who I stole the name of the annoying director for –SORRY! He really is a lovely person,

Chapter 21

Tony and Ziva stood stationary in the middle of the bull pen, Tony had already been wrapped in several 'Abby Hugs' and she had already made him promise that he had to stay with her for at least a week. Tony had smiled softly at her and hugged her with such emotion that Abby could of sworn that she felt her heart break.

"How have you been Abs?" Tony asked quietly.

"What do you mean Tony?" Abby replied.

"Well I knew you and McGee were close…" Tony was instantly quietened when Abby placed a finger upon his lips.

"We don't mention his name around here, kind of a taboo, any way it is good that you are back! DID YOU MEET THE QUEEN?" Abby exclaimed her young and bubbly attitude suddenly restored.

"You know I did, she was the one who gave me the knighthood!" Tony laughed quietly.

"Oh yeah I forgot you're SIR Anthony DiNozzo." Abby said with a mischievous smirk playing across her face.

"Yeah," Tony said sheepishly "Anyhow how about another hug? I have six months to catch on you know" Abby quickly wrapped her arms around Tony and forcefully pulled him closer to her body.

"Anthony DiNozzo." Tony snapped around to see Sam Foster staring at him with one eyebrow arched.

"Director." Tony muttered.

"What you doing her DiNozzo?" Foster growled.

"I have come to assist to one of your agents." Tony said raising his chin.

"Your assistance is not needed now get out of the building immediately." Foster snarled.

Tony's face hardened and he quickly stepped towards Foster. "When the hell are you going to forgive for what happened in Baltimore?" Tony shouted.

"NEVER! It is your fault that she's dead!" Sam cried.

Foster swung at Tony who quickly ducked and caught Foster's fist with his right hand. Tony hung his head "I am sorry Sam."

Sam bit his lip and Tony continued "But she wasn't a nice person, she was a malicious murder. SHE KILLED FOUR PEOPLE SAM, AND ORDER THE DEATHS OF MANY MORE!" Tony shouted.

Tears were now running down Fosters face. "No." He cried.

"She tortured the both of us Sam!" Tony pleaded "Held us for weeks in a basement, your feelings were not real. You were, and still are, suffering from Stockholm syndrome."

"I loved her, you knew full well!" Foster screamed.

"She was going to put a bullet through a child's skull!" Tony howled

"You put a round through her skull! You painted the room with her brains!" Foster screamed. The tears now running freely.

"I am sorry Sam, it was the only way." Tony said softly.

"No it wasn't!" Sam yelled as he drew his weapon and aimed it at the middle of Tony's forehead.

Tony raised his ands in surrender "I am not going to hurt you Foster," Tony looked Sam carefully in the eye "And I don't think that you are going to hurt me either."

Fosters lip twitched and he ground his teeth together "Guess you would be wrong then DiNozzo." Sam's finger tightened around the trigger and the bull pen was filled with the sound of a gun shot.

Tony scrunched his eyes together waiting for the imminent pain. But he felt nothing, he slowly opened his eyes to see the body of Samuel David Foster slumped upon the floor. Blood already encircling his head like some kind of sick halo. His eyes continued to stare onwards, eyes which once had been filled with so much life and joy. But for years had remained emotionless and dead, haunted by his ghosts.

Tony looked over to see Ziva holding her smoking SIG, Tony looked at her and silently nodded his thanks before bending down to look more closely at Foster. Tony gently reached out and closed the eyelids of a man who he had once regarded as his best friend.

"Sorry Sam." Tony whispered softly before he stood up and walked out of the bullpen.

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Ziva began to follow Tony before she felt a warm hand being placed upon her shoulder. She looked around to see Gibbs looking at her with regret filling his eyes.

"Give him time Ziva." Gibbs said softly.

"Gibbs," Ziva began before she was quickly cut off

"No Ziver, Tony is dieing, and he is going to need a close family around him. Now as much as I feel disgusted at what you and McGee did and the fact you ran off back to Israel after we had tried so hard to get you out of that country. I know that Tony loves you and you love him too. Now there is going to be an official inquest into the Director's death. And you are going to come under a lot of fire but I need you to know that I have got your back. I am going to trust you. But if you EVER hurt a member of my team again I won't hesitate to put a round through your forehead, whether I view you as a daughter or not." Gibbs sighed softly before giving Ziva a soft kiss upon her forehead.

"Thank you Gibbs." Ziva said softly.

"Now go find him." Gibbs said softly and Ziva ran out of the bull pen.

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She found him at her apartment an hour later. He was staring out her window, gazing across the city below him. His forehead resting softly on the glass, trying to make sense of the whirlpool of emotions that constantly seemed to be swirling around inside him.

"Tony." She said softly, it didn't need any more, this wasn't about her.

"Come here." He said softly and she slowly walked over to stand next to him.

She stood there in silence, not wanting to push him, but still wanting him to say something –anything. In the end he finally did speak.

"How did we get here Ziva?" Tony asked, probably the world's simplest question. But still the hardest question to answer.

Ziva chuckled softly "A corrupt director, an undercover assignment, a drunken mistake and several gun fights."

Tony span around and smashed his fist into the glass instantly shattering it. "I have all these feeling Ziva. And all this anger is just building up inside me and I have no idea what to do with it all. I feel happy and so mad." Tony clenched his fists and threw his head back.

Ziva gently placed her hand on Tony's chest and she could feel his rapid heartbeat "I am so fucked up Zi." Tony cried tears were beginning to fall.

"No," She said quietly.

"Don't lie to me Ziva." He said as he scrunched his face up as it distorted into so many emotions.

"I am not lying." She said forcefully.

"I just want to punch something all the time, at the same time I want to jump with joy and I feel like I am pregnant or something because I seem to have these crazy mood swings and I have no idea what is going to happen next. Now I find out that I ma dying and I have all these different things that I still want to do. And when I look back I just seem to loose this half a year, what have I accomplished – nothing. What have I lost? Everything. Because I was happy Ziva. Actually happy for the first time in my life and then like everything it seemed to just fall down around me and now I do not know what to do." Tony said.

"Tony," Ziva said and she let a small smirk play across her features "Shut up."

She then encased his lips with hers and he forcefully pushed her back against the wall. They were perfectly in sync they could interpret the others moves perfectly. Ziva grabbed fistfuls of Tony's hair and pulled him closer to her. He allowed all of his pent up emotions to finally seep out. It was as if he was Atlas, forced to hold the world alone but now he had somebody to share it with and the load didn't seem to much. Because together they were stronger.

Tony ran his hands up Ziva's T-shirt and pulled it over her head, their lips loosing contact for only an instant. Ziva then wrapped her legs around Tony's waist and they both began to move to the bedroom leaving a trail of clothes behind them.

Okay that is it, I am thinking of adding a few more chapters before it ends. Sorry for the late update but I have had something on every day this week and things are kind of crazy. Hands up if you hate Geography and German coursework (raises hand).