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Gibbs stared unflinching at the gun which was now pressed against Tony's temple. Their eyes looked at each other for a second then Tony broke away.
"I can't do it…" Tony stuttered annoyed that he couldn't carry out the task he set himself to do.
"Good, because if you did I would resurrect you myself, then kill you again." Gibbs said with a slight smile.
Tony set the gun down and exchanges a chuckle with Gibbs.
"Its not that I can't do it, I just don't believe that she is dead." Tony said.
"Nor do I." Gibbs said between a swig of Bourbon, he passed a bottle to Tony who graciously drank it.
"I know people will tell me its denial, the stages of grief, but I don't think it is. Then again that is what denial is about." Tony was silenced by Gibbs.
"You are babbling, whether denial or hope it doesn't matter. I don't think she is dead and I know in your heart you know she isn't dead." Gibbs eyes softened, he hated seeing Tony like this.
"You know," Tony began swaying slightly. "After Ziva left I treated Jeanne like a queen. I didn't want another break up or you coming after me. She left me Gibbs, why do they that." He asked.
"Tony, I have been married four times, if I knew the answer to that I would still have a wife." Gibbs shook his head.
"Sometimes in life you have to learn that the best moral and honest actions aren't always going to guarantee you the consequences you deserve. I honestly thought I had found the right women and she left me for her career." Gibbs finished staring at his boat.
Tony grunted,
"Yes, well, Jeanne left me for another man." Tony spat "How could she do that, after all I have done for her?" Tony mumbled.
"Now can you see what Ziva felt like?" Gibbs asked.
Tony gave Gibbs a numbing stare.
"She met a doctor at work, a plastic surgeon. He has just opened a practise in LA and she has flown out to join him. She is now living the Hollywood lifestyle." Tony sneered.
"Tony, sometimes in life your world falls around into a million tiny pieces. You have to learn to pick them up and then build your self another fortress." Gibbs said looking at Tony carefully.
"I didn't know the director left you." Tony said.
"Who said she did?" Gibbs said maybe a little too quickly.
"Ziva, Jenny and Ziva were friends they got drunk one night and the secrets flowed almost as fluidly as the wine." Tony said into the bottle.
Gibbs groaned and gritted his teeth. Even though he always knew it would come out one day it didn't stop this being any less awkward.
"Yes Jenny left me; I honestly thought I had met the women I wanted to spend the rest of my days with. I told my wife I was having an affair, surprisingly she took it well – until I got back from Paris with a broken heart and then received a broken skull. Jenny stayed in Europe continued with her career; I had to move on, as do you Tony. The only reason I am so strict with you is because I don't want you to end up like me. Ironic really, that however hard you try things will always conspire against you." Gibbs said.
Tony was speechless for a couple of minutes and then began playing with the dusty bottle in his hands.
"What do I do boss? Everyone hates me, even Abby." Tony said distressed.
"I can't answer that, but I can tell you to forget about Ziva. As hard and as cruel as it may seem it is the only way to move on. I shall not be ignorant to tell you that it will be easy from now on. It won't be, I'm sorry." Gibbs finished.
"Don't apologise it is a sign of weakness." Tony answered automatically.