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Believing.
He tried to believe everything he ever heard, but sometimes it back-fired on him. Tony had learned the hard things in life and he didn't like half of them. He had wished he could forget all of them and focus on her. Ziva.
Tony wished that she could have always been there with him, that she could be the love of his life, but he knew that couldn't happen. Her father would never allow that. Maybe it is time she showed her father who was the boss. Eli didn't care for Ziva and Tony hated him for it.
He liked to believe many things about her, about Ziva. He liked many things and he loved many things. He liked to believe that she loved him back. He liked to believe that she would always forgive him for whatever he done, but that wouldn't ever happen.
Tony loved to believe that she would always want him. He loved to believe that she would really forgive him about Michael, but she loved him. Or so I thought.
She said that she was sorry and told him not to say it to her, but he had every reason to be sorry for what he caused. But, did I cause anything? Yeah, you did. What a stupid question, DiNozzo. He would looked at her now, and see the things he hoped that he would never have to see again.
Ziva had never been like this, atleast, not when she was around him. She had barely ever let her gaurd down around anyone of them, only Gibbs. He had got to see the true side of her, and Tony didn't like it.
He wanted to see every part of Ziva. In a sense of physically and emotionally. He wanted to believe that she actually was there and not still in Africa, because if this was a dream, it was a nightmare, and he would never forgive himself again. I still haven't.
Tony looked up at the pictures on the mantle in his living room. He saw the one that was his favorite. It was of him and Ziva, she was smiling while he had his arms wrapped around her waist. I don't even know why she would even let me do that. Usually she would have killed him, but that was after she changed and before Michael.
He liked to believe that they would still have their old times. Their old movie nights, late night talks, staying up just think about each other. He remembered how they were always there for each other in the past, but that was before Michael. Tony knew that it was unlikely that the old them would ever return. Even after I saved her.
She had a right to still be mad at him. And sometimes he hoped that she would always hang onto that anger, but then he thinks about the old them. I want her to forgive me. I want her to love me. And that's when he had the thought. I need to call her.
Tony picked up his phone, knowing exactly what to do. He hesitated for a moment thinking that she would never come over, but he had to try. He called. "Hey, Ziva. It's Tony. I need you to come over, I think it is time we talk."
"Yeah, I think you are right." And she hang up. That was the only words that both of them needed to hear, because that is just who they are, or, who they were.
Maybe it is going back to the old us. He liked to believe that, too. Tony wanted everything to become reality, all of his dreams, and all of her's. Then, everything would combine, and they would atleast know what their real feelings are.
Tony was broke out of his trance when he heard the knock at the door. That's my Ziva, always driving fast. He laughed and got up to answer the door. His smile widened when he saw that Ziva that he loved to see. She had on no make-up, and her pajamas. She looks adorable.
"Come in, Ziva."
Ziva walked through the door, keeping her eyes on Tony the whole time. "The talk in the restroom, was real. Everything I said was real, but I cannot help but feel that it is not enough."
"Yeah, me too." Tony put a hand on her lower back and guided her over to sit on his couch. "There is more to the conversation, that we have left out."
She nodded. "But, what is it?"
"I don't know." Tony looked into her eyes, seeing that flow of emotions that she didn't know how to control anymore. "Ziva.." He let his wisper tavel off.
"Tony, I think I know what is missing." She took her gaze from him and sighed. "They're a lot of things missing, but I know of one of them that is truly stronger than any of them."
"And that is?" He asked, knowing excatly what she was talking about.
"Us." Ziva looked back up into his eyes. "It has always been us... From the very beginning." He nodded. "And I think it is time we give us a try."
"I think everyone at NCIS has wondered about us."
"Yeah."
Tony's lips pressed to Ziva's. They both felt the spark, and knew they couldn't let go of one another. This is Ziva. He thought. I'll never hurt her. She is already broken enough, and I love her too much to make her hurt even more.
Her lips pressed back to his. She knew that this was everything she had ever wanted. This is Tony. She thought. I trust him now, and I know he will never hurt me again.
Love is believing and believing is that you can be together forever. Tony liked to believe that Ziva and him would always be together, that they would always have each other. But, the most thing he liked to believe about Ziva, was that she would defiently forgive him over the pain he had caused her, and that he would be able to hold her while she told him.
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