Ziva and Tony found a parking spot far apart from each other but they parked a great distance from each other but Tony still had eyes on Ziva. She was walking into the place with no luggage. Not even a purse. She's going with nothing? He got out of his car after Ziva entered the airport. He tried not to make it too obvious that he wasn't tailing her but he didn't even know if she knew he was there. She was about to purchase the tick when she felt a light tap on her shoulder. She mentally panicked and she jumped. Luckily he didn't scare her enough for his head to be pinned to the wall.

"Tony. Why are you following me?" She said annoyed.

"Why are you leaving me?" He asked cheekily.

"Why don't you answer the question?" She asked even more annoyed.

"Why don't you?" He joked. Smiling.

Tony tugged her by the sleeve and led her away from everyone.

"Tony! What are you doing here?" She asked angrily.

"I got a better question for ya. What are YOU doing here?" He asked smartly.

"Answer my question Tony!"

"I'm stopping you from hurting yourself."

"I am not-"

"Don't you lie to me. You think by giving yourself up to your father is going to make everything better?"

She looked down at the ground.

"Maybe." She said quietly.

"Come on Ziva. I will say it again. Don't do this to yourself. You don't deserve this. You have people who... Love you. You are not alone. We are a team. We are a family and we don't want to see you get hurt. You don't deserve this Ziva. You really don't. As much as you think you do, you don't. I took the bullet for you so you could live. Not for you to off yourself when it could have been stopped. Don't let your father make you do this to yourself. Your father does this for himself not because of you. All of this. All that's happened, is not your fault. Ziva. We will take care of this. We will. This will end. I have no doubt. None at all. Gibbs will figure out a way to end this once and for all. Ziva." He sympathized.

Tony went up close to Ziva and they hugged. Ziva cried some more. This made Tony want to cry too. But he forced himself not to.

"Don't do this.. Ziva." He whispered from the top of her head.

"There is no other way to end this Tony. I have to do this."

"No you don't. You can stay with me and I will be with you all the way. Make you feel better in anyway I can. If you feel safer having someone with you. I will do whatever you want me to do only if you promise that you won't hurt yourself and give yourself up to be tortured."

"It has been so long Tony. I don not know if I can take much more of this." She sniffed.

"You know what? We will go back to my apartment and you will talk to me. Let loose. Tell me all you want to tell me. I don't care what it is. Even if it's something about me. Take your car and come to my apartment. No detours Ziva. Make sure you make it to my apartment."

Ziva nodded. They drove to Tony's place. To Tony's surprise, she complied. She went straight to Tony's apartment and she didn't make a pit stop. Let alone turn around. She just followed Tony silently. Tony was scared she might turn around without him noticing but she didn't. His priority was to get her to stay in D.C. The moment she leaves, her life is over. He was dealing with it with kid gloves.

They reached Tony's apartment. Ziva followed Tony silently to his apartment. When she was in his newly renovated home and the door shut, she just stood there. Her eyes were fixed on Tony's fish but they looked like they were not on planet earth. She was thinking about a lot of things. Too many things. She had been thinking so much and the thoughts she was thinking were becoming unhealthy for her. They would stop her from sleeping and the much needed sleep would be over written by her thoughts. She would be laying in bed. Thinking. Crying. Sometimes screaming and praying that God would just take her life away from everything. She really could not keep going on for much longer. She had tried to make it stop but she couldn't do it. People just didn't know. She kept thinking about Tony taking the bullet for her. She didn't want to make it so he did it for nothing. She didn't know what to do anymore. She was getting more and more tired by the day. Sometimes she wouldn't eat all day. Her interest for guns and knives, she had lost. She was constantly beating up her self. Sometimes she would look in the mirror and curse herself. Call herself useless, stupid, ugly, un-deserving to live and to be loved. Even though it was not true. There was no other explanation. She was depressed.

A/N: Hello. Haven't done spoken to you guys in a while. Should I do a tiva story? As in romance tiva? TELL MEE! I don't know!

P.S: I have had depression before so I know the symptoms very well. So if it seems so real then that's why.