A/N: Next Chapter: Dance.
Catch.
Ziva had been through the worst she had ever been through and she had thought at first not, but now she knows. She has never been tourtued the way she had in Africa. She hopes and prays every night now that she will never have to go back through something like that again.
She had resigned from Mossad. Ziva wanted nothing to do with that agency anymore, she could care less for them, now. Her father had caused her to hurt and to bleed, but that was the least of her worries.
When she had been in Africa, after staying in Israel, she had a lot to think about. She was trying to think why would anyone have wanted to save her? Why anyone had ever cared for her, and then she remembered that old Ziva.
Ziva tried to remember who had been there to catch her when she would fall. She couldn't think, her mind was over flowing with memories of how it use to be. Tony. And then she remembers.
Ziva remembers when he would catch her when she would fall. Everything she done that was bad and everything that wasn't bad, Tony had always been there to catch her when she thought her world was coming down around her.
She wanted to be caught. She wanted someone to be there for her when she needed them and she knew exactly who that person would be. Tony. He had been there from the beginning until now. Even after she had turned him away. After I had not trusted him.
She knew everything she did was wrong and she would admitt that to anyone now, because she knew what was right in front of her. Ziva remembered who had been there for her over the years.
When everything bad had happend in her life, it had not been her father, it had not been Michael, it had been Tony. She couldn't seem to get that thought out of her mind anymore, either. What if he had not been there?
Ziva tried to think of what it would be like without Tony being there for her, without him there to catch her. Would she still be falling? Or would she have hit the ground by now and died? And everytime, her mind floated to her second question. She would have been dead.
In her worst time, he was there for her and she just pushed him away. Or I thought it was my worst time. She had looked at the fear in Tony's eyes after he had killed Michael and she knew he didn't mean any of it, but he had no choice. She hadn't believed him. Ziva couldn't. Everyone I have trusted in my life, has let me down. I could not think that Tony would let me down.
If she had any sense, she would have went back to him, but she didn't. Ziva thought she would be okay by herself in Israel, but her father had hurt her and she couldn't take that pain away. She knew one person who could, though.
The man that had been there for her since the very beginning, the one that had caught her when she would fall, and the man that she thought maybe she was in love with. Tony.
A/N: I realize these are short, and I apologize, but that is the way I have got to keep them. Sorry!! :) Good thing Gibbs is not here, I might get head slapped!!! Haha.
Ohoh, and please check out my profile. I have a poll on there that I really need answered. It is should I write a Halloween fanfic for Tony and Ziva. I think it would be a great idea, but I want to make the readers happy. If so, please throw some ideas out at me.
