Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS. Also, I have never been to therapy.

Ziva and Tony sat on the sofa in Dr. Leroux's office. They were there for one of Ziva's weekly therapy sessions. Ziva had finally suggested to Tony that he accompany her to a session. Tony was nervous about the idea. What would happen to their relationship? Ziva wondered the same thing, but after talking to Abby, knowing that it was difficult, but at the end rewarding and good for everyone involved, a part of Ziva was hopeful.

Dr. Leroux walked in and sat down.

'Apologies for the wait. I had a couple of things to attend to.'

'It's fine' said Tony, sounding nervous. He looked at the doctor. He had pictured Dr. Leroux as someone in her fifties or sixties, with a bob haircut, glasses, almost motherly/ matronly feel or appearance to her. In reality, Leroux was probably closer to Ziva in age, had long blonde hair draped over one shoulder, wore jeans and a silk blouse. She sat crossed legged on her chair and Tony spotted the edge of a tattoo on her right forearm peeking out from the sleeve of her blouse.

'Right, let's begin. First off Tony, thank you for coming today.' Tony nodded and glanced at Ziva. She too looked nervous. 'Ziva, how have you been since our last session?'

'Um, I have been good' said Ziva.

'Any nightmares or panic attacks.'

'More like dreams that are difficult to watch. I have had no panic attacks though.' Tony heard something in her voice. Pride, perhaps. Proud that she hadn't suffered from something that terrified her.

'I asked Ziva to invite you Tony' said Leroux. 'So that you both had an opportunity to talk, vocalize thoughts, feelings, and opinions. Tony, would you like to start?'

'I have no idea where to start' said Tony.

'Start where it feels natural' prompted Leroux.

'I have so many questions' said Tony. He turned to Ziva. 'When did you find out you were pregnant? What was the pregnancy like, the birth like? What were you like pregnant, as a single parent?'

'Ziva?' prompted Leroux.

'I do not know where to begin either' said Ziva. 'So much happened in only a handful of months. I was not good then.'

'You keep saying that Ziva' said Tony. 'But I was not good then either. I was lost without you. Even when I tried to move on, it didn't feel right. Nothing has for almost seven years.'

'I have learned from Ziva that the two of you have a complex history' said Leroux. Tony scoffed.

'That is putting it simplistically.'

'Elaborate.'

'I mean there was the time we were undercover as married assassins. Basically spent two days in bed, naked, within two months of our meeting. '

'The barriers between colleagues had shifted' suggested Leroux. Tony shrugged his shoulders and continued.

'There was the flirting back and forth, the jealousy. There was the whole Rivkin incident, which led to Somalia.' Tony paused and looked at Ziva. 'One of the worst moments of our history. The idea of you going down with a ship just… and then learning that you were being held prisoner was even worse.'

The words Tony said hovered invisibly between them

Couldn't live without you I guess

Leroux spotted something in Tony's face.

'Just say it Tony' she prompted.

'I think that was when I started having feelings for you.'

'Really?' Ziva had barely said a word. Tony nodded.

'I wasn't sure what they were at first, but when you started dating Ray and seeing that he made you happy, they slowly started to become clearer. By the time it ended with Ray, we were trapped in the elevator, and when Eli died, I was certain. I was falling for you. When we were in Berlin, I was starting to figure out when I was going to tell you.'

'If only' whispered Ziva.

'If only what?' asked Leroux.

'If only we hadn't been in a car crash, or if you hadn't gone to Israel' said Tony.

Ziva brought her hands to her face. That trip to Israel. It had become the catalyst for so many issues for Tony and Ziva separately, and for Tony and Ziva as a couple.

'How did you get to that point?' asked Leroux. 'In Israel. It seems to me that it was a turning point.' Tony chuckled so very quietly.

'In many ways it was' he said.

'We created Tali' replied Ziva. Tony nodded, smiling.

'I think back' began Tony. 'To those days in the farmhouse. I had spent three months looking for you. Criss-crossing the middle east, trying to keep Gibbs and Vance off my back. They could have fired me, and I still would have looked for you.'

Tony got up and turned to look at a painting Leroux had on her walls. He felt tears begin to well up.

'Tony?' asked Leroux. 'Do you want to continue?' Tony sniffed.

'But you rejected me Ziva' said Tony angrily, though his voice was still quiet. 'I was there, in that grove, begging you to come back with me. I was ready to change with you, help you in whatever way you needed and you said no! You pushed me away, closed the door and wouldn't let me back in. You didn't even tell me about my own daughter? I had to find out from Orli Elbaz of all people. Adam spent more time with Tali than I did. Were you ever going to tell me?' Tony glared at her. 'You broke my heart, Ziva.'

Tony collapsed on the sofa as tears fell down Ziva's face. He hated saying what he did, but he needed to. He had held it in for too long.

'Ziva?' said Leroux. 'Do you want to say anything?'

'What can I say except that I am sorry.' Tony scoffed slightly. 'I would say it a million times, ten million times if it would help.' Ziva composed herself and looked at Tony. 'When you left… when I made you leave, I was not in a good place. I was lost, Tony. I thought, felt like I spent my life thinking that I had to be someone. Someone I did not like or want to be. I did want to change. I wanted a home, to feel wanted and belong somewhere, but I did not feel that anywhere and there were times where I did not think I deserved it. I decided to stay in Israel in the hopes I would begin to feel connected to my past, my roots. But I did not.

'Why didn't you call? Reach out? I was right there' asked Tony.

'My demons took over. I did not realise I was pregnant until early December. For less than half a second I considered aborting but the idea alone made so sick and disgusted with myself that I could not do it, but it was a struggle. I took it a day at a time because I could not face thinking about the future. Thinking about you.

'Then Tali was here and I realised my mistake and instantly regretted it. I should have told you when I found out but I was stubborn and selfish and not well. When I had a good day, I knew that whilst you would love and adore Tali, I thought that you would reject me and sometimes on my very worst days, I was convinced that you would take Tali away from me, get full custody by saying I was a bad mother. I could not lose Tali so I did not tell you but the longer I left it, the worse it got.'

'Then we had the bombing' said Tony. Ziva nodded.

'I was trapped in this mess that I had made because I was weak and selfish and scared. Tali needed to be safe and so I sent her to you. I kept telling myself that this was good because you were finally going to meet, finally be together but I cannot help but think that…' Ziva trailed off.

'That if you had told me sooner, we wouldn't have spent the past three years separated' finished Tony. Ziva nodded.

'I have so many regrets' she whispered.

'We all have regrets Ziva' said Leroux. 'Tony?'

'I regret not telling you how I felt sooner' he began, taking Ziva's hand. 'I regret not standing up to Gibbs and his stupid rule 12.' Ziva chuckled through tears. 'I regret not dragging you back onto that plane. I regret not fighting harder for you, not calling or reaching out to you. I regret so much too Zi.'

At hearing his old nickname for her Ziva burst into tears. Tony shuffled over and pulled Ziva into a tight hug. When Ziva's sobs started to subside, Leroux was smiling.

'I think we shall call that a day' she said kindly. 'A shorter session than normal, but you made a lot of progress today Ziva. You both did. There are a couple of things left to cover. We always end the sessions with Ziva saying something that she likes about herself. Today I want you to complement each other.'

Tony and Ziva looked at Leroux, then at each other.

'Tony?' prompted Leroux.

'She's intelligent, badass and unbelievably beautiful' he replied. Ziva smiled.

'Ziva?'

'He is funny, handsome and incredibly kind.' Tony smiled.

'The final thing' said Leroux. 'I would like the two of you to go on a date.'

'What?' asked Tony.

'A date. I'm under the impression that whilst the two of you have a five-year-old daughter, you haven't actually had a date.'

Tony and Ziva looked at each other and thought back through their history. Leroux was right.

'I suppose we haven't, have we' said Tony.

'Sounds like a good idea' said Ziva.

A few minutes later Tony and Ziva stood outside of Leroux's office building. Ziva and Leroux had agreed the next appointment.

'What do you want to do now?' asked Ziva. Tali was still at school.

'This' whispered Tony. He grabbed Ziva's hand, interlocking their fingers and pulled her into a passionate kiss. They rested their foreheads against each other. 'I love you, Zi' whispered Tony.

Ziva smiled.

'I love you too, Tony.

'What now?' asked Tony.

'I do not know. Tali does not finish school for another three hours.'

'Really?' said Tony. Ziva laughed, noticing the look in his eye.

Tony and Ziva sat in bed, holding each other. They had just made love for the first time in several years. Looking back over the past few months, there had been moments where Tony and Ziva started to get closer, wanting to be more intimate. There was watching TV in the evenings, more hugs, lingering looks, and hands almost touching.

'You OK?' asked Tony.

'Yes' replied Ziva. 'So very OK.' Tony chuckled.

'You want to have dinner with me?' Ziva laughed and looked at Tony. She nodded. 'How does Friday sound?'

'Sounds good' replied Ziva. 'I will ask Clara if she can babysit. I will see her when I collect Tali from school.'

'Do you think Tali will be OK with both of us leaving her, even if it is only for a couple of hours?' he asked, sounding a little concerned.

'I do not know, Tony, but she will be with Clara, in her own home and I think it will be good for all of us. We can talk to Tali beforehand.'

Tony leaned forward and kissed Ziva.

'Are you OK, with what I said in therapy?'

Ziva shifted on the bed.

'I will not lie. It was hard to hear, but you had the right to stay those things. Now, I think, I hope we can talk more about things.' Tony smiled and kissed Ziva. 'Today's session did give me a few ideas though.'

'Oh yeah?' Ziva nodded and launched into her ideas.

Ziva and Clara stood in the grounds of Tali school, waiting for the doors to open and the teachers to release the wild animals, ahem, children.

'Clara, are you free Friday night?' asked Ziva.

'Um, at the moment, I am.

'Could you babysit for us on Friday night?' Clara smiled.

'Sure. What are you doing?'

'Tony and I are going to have dinner.'

'Cool.' She continued to smile, happy for her employers. 'I can babysit Tali on Friday. 7 pm sounds alright?'

'Sounds great' replied Ziva. 'I do a favour to ask though.'

'Fire away' said Clara.

The doorbell rang. Ziva carried on putting on her earrings. The doorbell rang again.

'Tony, can you get that?' Ziva called out.

'Um, he's not here' said Clara. She had arrived about ten minutes ago. The doorbell rang again. Wondering who on earth it could be, Ziva went to answer the door. She laughed when she saw who it was.

Tony was standing on the other side, wearing his nicest jacket and a bouquet of flowers in his arms.

'For you' he said, giving Ziva the flowers. He leaned and kissed her.

'Thank you.'

'You're welcome.' Another kiss.

'They keep doing that' whispered Tali to Clara.

'What?'

'Kissing. It's gross.' The adults laughed. Tony grabbed Ziva, dipped her like in the movies and kissed her passionately. Tali sighed, rolled her eyes and went back to her toys.

Ziva put the flowers in a vase of water.

'You look beautiful' said Tony, watching her. 'Is the dress new?' It was a black shirt dress, that fell at Ziva's knees. It nipped in at her waist, showing off her curves.

'Um, I borrowed from Clara.' Tony couldn't help but notice Ziva's smile when she twirled a little.

'It suits you.' Ziva chuckled. 'Shall we go?'

They said goodnight to Tali and went out into Paris for their very first date.

They swayed slowly together, listening to music, enjoying being physically close to each other. Dinner had been lovely and not awkward at all. After dinner, Tony and Ziva wandered around and came across some musicians playing. Tony spun Ziva under his arm and pulled her close to him. When was the last time they did this? Berlin perhaps, maybe DC. It had been too long.

'I love you Ziva' whispered Tony into her ear. 'I love so much.'

Ziva placed her head against Tony's chest.

'I love you, Tony. You are the only man I have ever loved.'

When Ziva and Tony got home, they found Clara watching TV in the living room.

'Hey, how was dinner?' she asked, smiling. Tony and Ziva chuckled.

'Dinner was lovely' said Ziva. 'How was Tali?'

'She was alright' said Clara. Tony and Ziva started to worry. 'Every time she heard a noise, she thought it was the two of you coming home. Eventually, she settled down and actually putting her to bed was far easier than I thought it was going to be.'

Tony paid Clara and she left. It was only 9.30 pm. Ziva and Tony snuck into Tali's room to check on her. She was lying on her bed, softly snoring. Kelev was tucked under her left arm and a book under her right. Tony chuckled.

'Like mother, like daughter, eh?' Ziva smiled.

'She is perfect' she whispered.

'Completely and utterly perfect' agreed Tony.

Hope you enjoyed it. Hope it made sense.

Like I said at the top, I've never been to therapy of any kind. This is what I know based on mainly Hollywood portrayals. Apologies if it's wrong. I haven't finished writing Reunion yet, but I don't think this will be the only time Tony and Ziva talk.

Thank you for reading. See you soon.