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This idea is set within Berlin and Revenge of Season Ten.

April 2012

They stopped at the red traffic lights, waiting for them to turn green.

'You know, I keep thinking if it were not for Orli, things would have been different. I would be a different person' said Ziva, wiping away the tears on her cheek.

'Then I should catch her before she leaves' said Tony. He reached over and laced his fingers with Ziva's. He had wanted to do for so long, but was afraid of how Ziva would react. She looked at him. 'You know, and thank her.' He smiled and she gave Tony a weak smile. It had been an emotional few months.

The light changed to green and Tony drove the car forwards.

'Tony' said Ziva, quickly.

'Yeah?'

'Can you stop the car?'

'What?'

'Stop the car please. I need to get out.' Tony pulled over and parked in an empty parking lot. Ziva quickly got out of the car and started breathing heavily. Tony got out and walked around the car to face Ziva.

'Ziva, what is it?' he asked, a little concerned. She turned to look at him, tears in her eyes again.

'There is something I need to tell you, Tony.' Ziva paused, a little afraid of Tony's response. 'I slept with Adam.'

'Oh. When?'

'When I was in Israel for my father's funeral. We drank too much wine and I felt alone and sad and Adam was there. I am sorry, Tony.' Ziva sniffed, watching Tony process this new piece of information. It made sense thought Tony. He had watched Adam and Ziva's interaction with each other in Berlin. They clearly had a history.

'Why are you telling me, this?' asked Tony.

'You deserve the truth, Tony. When you took my hand…' Ziva looked into the car, wishing they were both back a few moments ago. When they laced their fingers together and electricity ran through their hands. 'I regret sleeping with Adam, and hiding it from you, and not telling you about my hunt for Bodnar until it was too late. I feel like I have betrayed you.' Emotion ran through Ziva's voice.

Tony reached and took Ziva's hands into his.

'Zi, you haven't betrayed me. When you and Adam… you and I are not… When it comes to tracking people across the globe, McGee is far better at it than I am.'

Ziva looked at Tony, amazed that he had forgiven her. He might have been right, though. Especially about McGee. When Tony took Ziva's hand in the car, she felt this overwhelming sense of… something. Whatever happened between the two of them from that point on, Ziva knew that she needed to tell Tony about Adam. Tony was owed the truth. Then, Ziva felt they would be able to move forward, a clean slate between them. No more secrets.

'Tony…' began Ziva, but Tony pulled her into a hug.

'I know, Zi' he replied.

Gibbs looked around the Port of Baltimore. The scene was busy. Crime scene techs had arrived to process the scene. Locals cops had turned up to help with crowd control. The Navy and the Baltimore Port authorities were starting to get involved, wanting to know what on earth had happened.

Tim, Tony and Gibbs were standing by the MCRT truck, that the crime scene techs had brought with them. Evidence was being collected and statements taken. Given who had died and how they had died, there was a level of tension, suspicion and mystery. Ziva had told Tony, Tim and Gibbs what had happened and they believed her. The problem was, the only person to back Ziva's story to people who didn't know her, was dead.

An ambulance was parked not too far from the MCRT truck. Ziva was sitting on the back step into truck, a paramedic checking her vitals. Ziva was covered in cuts and grazes from her fight with Bodnar. Bruises would appear in the morning. She gulped down some water as the paramedic pulled off the blood pressure cuff that had been around Ziva's upper left arm. They spoke, though they were too far away for Tony, Tim and Gibbs to hear.

The paramedic picked up his bag and left Ziva alone. She finished drinking the water she had been given and reached up to sort out her hair. It had come loose in the fight with Bodnar.

Gibbs and Tim watched as Tony, on what looked like autopilot, walked from the MCRT and over to Ziva. She stood up and they kissed, not caring about the audience they had. They sat down on the step of the ambulance, fingers laced together, Tony's around Ziva's shoulders, Ziva's head resting on Tony's shoulders. They looked peaceful.

Tim smiled, happy for his friends. Tim knew how Tony and Ziva felt about each other. After working with them for eight years, it obvious to him. However, he was concerned about Gibbs and rule 12. Was Gibbs going to stand in the way of Tony and Ziva's relationship?

'It's about time. Don't you think?' he asked Gibbs.

'Yeah, it is Tim.'

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