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This story will be a collection of ideas regarding Tony/ Ziva relationship. Each chapter will be one story contained.

October 2008

Tony walked over to Ziva. She was at her desk, packing her bag, ready to go home.

'What is it, Tony?'

'Those photos I had of you. The ones I took in LA.'

'I told you and McGee to destroy them. Multiple times I might add.'

'There was a reason why I kept them, Zi.'

'I'm know why you kept them.'

'It wasn't for that.'

'What was it then, Tony?' Ziva stood up and looked at Tony, wanting an answer.

'They're the only photo's I have of you. I didn't realise until I was packing and it was too late. I have photos of the rest of the team, but for some reason, I don't have any of you. I know it might be silly but I missed you when I was an agent afloat.' Ziva smiled. 'Plus, you are a very beautiful woman, Ziva David. You rarely let that side of you come out.'

'What side?'

'The one where you allow yourself to be a beautiful woman.'

'Tony' began Ziva.

'You don't have to say anything Ziva.' He handed Ziva an envelope. 'They're in here.' Ziva opened it. The hardcopies and a memory stick were in it. 'I thought you would prefer to destroy them yourself. That way you know they're gone.'

'Thank you, Tony.' Ziva was touched with what Tony had said and done.

'I'll see you in the morning.' Tony picked up his bag and left.

Ziva pulled out the photos from the envelope, looking them over. She thought about what Tony had just said. Unfortunately, Ziva had to agree with him. She rarely let herself simply be a woman. Her father saw it as weakness, trying to stamp it out of her early in her life. Ziva clearly remember Eli's reaction when he saw Ziva in a dress with makeup on.

She had been about sixteen, and it was a hot summer. Ziva had come home from being out with friends. She was wearing a summer dress, and had a minimal amount of make up; a little bit of lipstick and rouge on her cheeks. There might have been a boy that Ziva wanted to impress. Anyway, when Eli saw Ziva he went and got a wet cloth from the bathroom and made her wipe the makeup off. The look on his face had been one of such disappointment that Ziva attempted to make sure she never saw it again.

Almost twenty-four hours after Tony returned the photos, Ziva walked over to Tony's desk. He was busy with paperwork.

'What David?

'Yesterday you said you did not have any photos of me.'

'Yeah, well. Coincidence.' Ziva raised an eyebrow. Tony chuckled. Ziva handed him an envelope, similar to the one he had given her the previous day. 'What's this?'

'Some photos, of you and me, with the team. I thought you would like them.' Tony opened the envelope and found exactly what she said. He pulled one out. It was of Tony and Ziva at a fellow agent's birthday party.

'Thank you Ziva.' He pulled her into a hug.

'You are a good man, Tony DiNozzo. Trust your gut' she whispered into his ear. She knew that he had been struggling with doubt since Jenny had died. Ziva had been insistent that they follow her. Tony wanted to explore LA. He blamed himself for Jenny's death.

'I missed you Ziva.'

'Missed you Tony.'

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