I know I said I wouldn't add more but I had an idea and I just had to run with it. Some of you may be disappointed but hopefully that won't be the case. Consider this a two shot.
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or the characters.

With a glass of ice tea clutched loosely between her hands, Ziva tipped her head back and closed her eyes. She loved the sounds and smells of summer. Though it smelled of flowers now, when it became dark she would most likely begin to smell the smoke of bonfires. The cool air whipped around her still long, but thinner, hair as the sounds of children playing rang out. Using her toes to slowly rock the porch swing back and forth she pictured his face. It was easy. She could close her eyes and see the youngest version of him she knew; the day they had met. He had had stressed bags below his eyes, but still had a playful quirk of the lips on his face. If she wanted she could see his face and she held his hand during his last moments. He had looked so much older then that she could hardly see the frat boy he had once been. Aging was an interesting thing. She had seen wrinkles accumulate on his face during their time together and she was most likely to blame for a portion of them. She could see every smile and joke they shared in between their two defining moments; their beginning and end. Their time together wasn't enough for her. She would always wish they had more, but she tried to appreciate what she had had with him. A million years would never have been enough. There were so many secrets, so many buried pieces, to each of them that it would have taken an eternity to unearth them all. She wished they had had that, but didn't all couples wish for the very same?

She let her eyes drift open before she looked around her modest garden with a wisdom only her greater number of years could have brought about. All she had left was the past and present. Most days she spent her present in the past, however. She'd made peace with her tragedies and banished her demons. When she didn't have a grandchild or great grandchild visiting, she used her summer days to relive the happier times of her past. She'd pick her favorite childhood moment, ignoring the disappointments and fears. She traveled back to all the places she'd once been, never letting a single thought wander towards who she had killed during her travels. She remembered NCIS for the people and friends she had there, not for the cases or gruesome things she had seen during her time there. She had lived a full life, and now she chose which details were part of her tail. She had picked her path and rewritten her history. Who was there to argue with her anyway?

A small smile spread across her slack features as a familiar face pulled her from her reverie. The young woman had the same glint in her eyes as her grandfather did. Ziva would always love her for the carefree attitude she had held onto so far in her life and pray she'd never lose it. The girl met Ziva's eyes with an easy grin and waved as she stopped just outside the fence. The old loyal Collie, named Shep, at Ziva's feet lifted its head and happily waged his tail in greeting.

Eliza looked nothing like her grandmother; she didn't look even look like her mother. She was the black sheep of the family when it came to appearances. Her siblings and cousins had dark hair, tanned skin and darker eyes. It seemed as though Ziva's dominant genes had trickled down the line to everyone except Eliza, her youngest granddaughter. Eliza had buttery blond hair and large ice-blue doe eyes. Her dewy lips were almost always curled into a smile that could win the coldest heart over. Eliza's older brother had opposite features, clearly coming from Ziva's side. It was only fate that the son of a pale Irishman and natural blond should contribute his DNA towards at least one child. That child just happened to be Eliza.

The 17 year old pushed open the gate and walked up the steps onto her grandmother's porch. The elderly woman placed the tea on a table with shaky shriveled hands and stood to receive the teenager in an embrace. Of the numerous children, grandchildren and the few great grandchildren she had, she was closest to Eliza. She visited everyday to walk Ziva's dog and to hear stories of Ziva's past life. Her grandmother was her best friend. Though all her descendants spoke some Hebrew, Eliza had begged her grandmother to teach her to speak fluently when she was seven. Since, the bond had been unbreakable.

"Savta! Mah shlomech?" The young woman greeted as she kissed he grandma's cheek and held her bony hands within her younger plump ones.

"Tov Me'od, Todah" Ziva replied her accent as rich as ever. She pulled her granddaughter down into the seat beside her.

"Ah, and how is Shep? Hmm?" Eliza cooed as the dog rested it's head on her lap. Giving sweet scratches behind the dogs ears, Eliza curled up onto the swing's bench and poured herself some ice tea.

"Motek, how many more days until school starts again?" Ziva questioned as Eliza turned and snuggled more comfortably onto the cushion. Her feet rested on her grandmother's lap and Ziva kneaded the child's foot in massage. As she listened in fascination to her grandchild's tales of an average summer and plans for her senior year, Ziva hoped the innocence would last until she was her age.

The sun lowered slightly and Eliza's head had switched places with her feet, Ziva knew it would soon be time to drag the girl inside to begin dinner. She ran her fingers through the straight nearly-white hair and enjoyed the easy companionship similar to that she had found in Tony so many decades ago. Eliza shifted slightly to look up at the aged face of her grandmother.

"Savta?" she muttered quietly, "will you tell me that love story again?"

"Ulai'" Ziva responded coyly, "which story is this, hmm?"

"You know which story, Savta!" Eliza chuckled softly, "The special agent love story. Like James Bond."

"Ah, yes, that one. About Special Agents Tommy and Lisa, yes?" Ziva teased, a knowing smirk on her face. Just speaking those names catapulted her back to a different time. Resuming her comforting stroking of Eliza's scalp, the same motion he had liked so much, she retold the practiced fairytale starring two characters Eliza would never know were real, or who they had represented. Deep Six and the sequels had been buried amongst ancient and archived books long ago.

She became lost with Eliza among perfected characters and tales, a handful of details changed for the better. Some chapters seemed tragic, however the majority were happy. It was the greatest love story ever told. It was straight out of the movies.

MUAHAHAHAHA! I was kind of weary about continuing this because I didn't want to answer "Did Tony die?". But you guys were so kind and encouraging that I wanted to write something that could apply to either. I wanted to leave that giant question unanswered so maybe Tony died in the warehouse or maybe he died more recently. I don't know. You don't know. Isn't that awesome? Get creative! For all you know this is a conspiracy theory.
Did you like it? Let me know. It feels a little rough to me so I don't know. I might come back and sand it smooth later. I just wanted to leave it like this. Lay your critique on me!

Anyway, thank you for hanging out with me during this short little story. Sadly, this will be the end. I never intended this to be more than a oneshot but you guys inspired me and this came out. I hope ya'll aren't dissapointed but I never wanted to reveal Tony's fate. It wasn't what the story was about. It was about people, second chances or lack thereof, love and not knowing what might happen before you get the chance to take your leap. It's about not waiting too long to tell someone you love them.

Luna

P.S. Visit my profile for the link to the family tree if you're confused. Also, I didn't translate the Hebrew because it's just basic conversation. What's said isn't exactly as important as the fact that they communicate in Hebrew. It's a special bond between them.