At the end of the day she finds herself alone on the elevator with him. She waits for him to start the conversation. He flips the elevator off, and turns, and looks at her.

"Who was Gabriel?"

"It doesn't matter who he was, he is gone now."

"We're not getting off this elevator, until you tell me."

"He was my first love. I didn't think that I would ever get over him."

"How long were you with him?" He looks at her.

"Almost five years," she admits.

"Almost five years?"

"Yes," she nods.

"That is a long time."

"Yes."

"He was the one?"

"I thought that he was."

"What changed?"

"I realized that the only one that is the one, is the one you're with."

"Why?"

"He died, if he was the only one, then..."

"You dated him for five years?"

"No. I only dated him for six months."

"I don't understand."

"Tony there are a lot of things that you don't know about me," she reminds him.

"So tell me."

She nods, in agreement. She doesn't look at him, she looks at the floor of the elevator.

"He was my husband," she reveals.

"Oh."

"That is all you have to say?"

"I never knew. I wish you had told me."

"So are we done?"

"This is not an interrogation, we're done whenever you want us to be."

"I know that sometimes the things that I do, do not make sense to you, but I have my reasons."

"No, now everything makes perfect sense. You lost the love of your life. You let someone get close, and now you're afraid to have that happen again. You're afraid that if you let someone get too close, you'll lose them too."

"Yes," she nods.

He steps towards her. He hugs her. She hugs him back. After a moment he lets go. He flips the elevator back on. The elevator stops, and the doors open. They step out, going their separate ways.

When she gets home, she pulls out the box. She dumps it on the bed, going through each item with care. Wedding pictures. Anniversary gifts. It was sad really, the way it had ended. They were married to each other, and to the job. They rarely saw each other, and when they did they fought. They always argued about needing to spend more time together. She had never expected that it would end that way. She never knew that day, would be her last day with him. If she had, maybe things would have gone differently. Maybe she wouldn't hate herself for the things that she had said to him. Maybe she would be able to forgive herself for the last words that she ever said to him. But the past, it was the one thing that she could not change.

Her ghosts, her demons, they never stopped reminding her, of all the wrong turns she had taken. Of all the lives she had ended. Of the ones she couldn't save. When she was alone, she was reminded. How what haunted her most, could not be changed. That some mistakes can never be fixed. Some words you can't take back.

There were a lot of things that she didn't believe in. Fate, fidelity, true love. Then she met him. The first time that she saw him she knew, he was the one. The man that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. He was not what she had envisioned. He was definitely not what her father had pictured.

She sits at the table, staring at the menu. A group of young men, sit down at the table next to her. They are loud and obnoxious. Another young man, enters. He stops next to her. She looks up at him. He stands before her, in a uniform. She smiles when she meets his big green eyes.

"I apologize for my friends. They can get a little bit rowdy sometimes. We're on leave for a couple of days," he informs her.

"You know the table looks a little full, maybe you could sit here," she points to the chair across the table from her.

"I'd like that. I'm Gabriel, by the way," he holds out his hand.

"Ziva," she smiles, shaking his hand firmly. He takes the seat, across the table from her.

"How old are you?" He questions.

"I'll be eighteen in three weeks. You?"

"I'm eighteen. I joined when I was seventeen. I've always known what I wanted to do. I got my GED, and my parents signed the papers."

"You've always wanted to be a Marine?"

"I've always wanted to serve my country. I may not always believe what everyone else believes, but I am happy to stand up, for their right to believe it. What about you? What do you want to do?"

"I hope to work for Mossad, one day."

"Why Mossad?"

"Why not?" she replies.

"Since I am sitting with you, do I have to buy your dinner?"

"Is this a date?"

"Do you want it to be?"

She studies him. He is sun-kissed from the dessert sun. His big green eyes are full of hope. His short cropped hair, is sandy brown.

"Well? Are you done sizing me up yet?" he inquires.

"I guess you'll do," she smiles.

Her last conversation with him, had not been so sweet. Her last few days with him, had not been so sweet. It was a difficult time. There was a lot of stress with their jobs. He called Israel home, but when duty called, he was gone. She was getting tired of never knowing where he was. She traveled often, but if he was at home, she always let him know where she was. He did not do her the same courtesy. She was ready to leave Mossad, do something else. She had asked him to make the same sacrifice, to save their marriage, but it wasn't that easy for him.

She glares at him from the passengers seat. He glances at her.

"Something on your mind?"

"Why is it that you never let me drive? It seems that I am perfectly capable of doing so, when you are not around."

"I am home for four days and you really want to start fighting, now?"

"Just answer the question."

"I hate your driving. I am more likely to die in a car, with you driving, than in a minefield, or next to a bomb."

"That is really what I wanted to hear."

"Ziva why do we always have to fight?"

"Because you are never home."

"And you are?"

"More than you are."

"Why have you been so moody lately? Why can't you just be happy?"

"I am trying to be happy, but I want you around. I need you around."

"You can take care of yourself."

"I know that I am capable. I did not get married, so I could spend all of my time alone."

"Are you really considering leaving Mossad?"

"Yes. Why are you so opposed to it?"

"Your father has enough reasons to hate me. There is the elopement, the not telling him for six months. The list is pretty long."

"I have told you that I don't care if the two of you get along."

"I do. I value my life."

"Gabriel can we just stop? I am tired of arguing. I just want to be with you. I just want you to want to be home."

"I do want to be home."

"Money isn't everything."

"I am trying to give you everything that you want. I am trying to fulfill all of your dreams, and that takes money."

"I would rather have you."