The cries were high pitched, shaking every bone in his body paralleling the quivers of her body now in his arms. She was fighting, pushing and kicking him away from her while trying to bring herself up of the ground. Her legs were trembling, twin of her bottom lip that was soaked in tears. But the harder she hit him, forced him away – the harder he came back to grab her, wrap her up in his arms.

"Ziva, stop." Tony yelled, crossing his arms over her chest and holding her back from hitting him anymore. He slowly lifted her off the ground, her body still trying to keep him away. "What happened? Tell me what's wrong…" He tried to speak calmly to her, not wanting to scare her any more than whatever she had just heard over the phone.

Ziva shook her head vigorously, muttering small "no's" at him before once again trying to free herself from this hold.

"If you think I'm letting you leave like this, you're wrong…" He stated matter of factly.

The shaking of her body continued and Tony grabbed her hand, pulling her towards his bed. "Ziva…what's wrong?"

"He… He is-"

"Who?" Tony questioned, grabbing her more tightly to try and calm her.

"Schmeil!" She choked out, her body falling against Tony as he sat on the edge of the bed, "Schemeil is dead,"

Tony's forehead fell against hers, his arms wrapping around her waist, where she now was standing in between his legs. Tears were rushing down Ziva's face and her stomach jerked from the news she had just heard. Her body was too weak, fighting against the demons in her head and the man from holding her, she fell into his lap. Her head curled into his neck, the salty tears forming a pool on his shirt and her breath hitting Tony's neck, each time she let out a cry. Finding the skin of her hip, his hands came to rub small circles while shushing her cries.

"I'm so sorry, Zee." His breath hitched as he spoke into her ear, feeling her tremble in his arms.

"I can not lose anyone else," She screamed out, punching Tony multiple times in the chest.

"Oof," Tony groaned, holding onto her tighter.

"I do not have anyone left! I am by myself," Ziva was choking on her cries now.

"No, you're not." He whispered into her ear as she continued hitting him, "I swear to you, Ziva. You'll never be alone,"

"I am, Tony! How can you not see this? I do not have any of my family left. Schmeil is now gone, I have no traces left in Israel! I have no one here. Tony, I am by myself!" She was now angry, forcing her way out of his arms.

He fought back against her, not wanting her to be alone in her condition like this. He had learned that from Eli's death, the longer she was by herself to mellow in the after death, the more she would blame herself for the ways of the world. Grounding her, he held on tighter until she gave up trying to get away. She returned to her spot in his lap, the force of the crying mulling her almost to sleep.

"You aren't alone here, Zee. I don't give a fuck how far away you are from me, how much you're mad at me, or I'm mad at you or how long it's been since we last talked… you are always going to have me. I'm your partner, I took an oath to never leave your side." He tried reassuring her, but she muttered into his chest something that he couldn't hear. His hand traveled up her shirt in back, rubbing her skin to try and calm her down more.

Twenty minutes later, the cries ended and Tony scooched back into bed, laying Ziva beside him. Her face and his shirt both stained with tears, the reminisce of one still running down her cheek. Still tucked away in her fist was her necklace, Tony freed it from her grasp and moved the hair away from her neck. Trying hard not to wake her, he slipped the necklace around her neck and clasped it together, watching it fall down into its place above her breasts. Leaving over her body, he flipped the switch of the bedside lamp to turn the lights off.

In her sleep, Ziva's body curled into Tony's side. His lips came to rest on her temple, leaving a gentle kiss before a shuddered whisper that everything would be okay. One arm wrapped around her body, coming around to rest on her hip and holding her tighter against him.

She didn't deserve this life, she never did. She was thrown into it at a young age by a bastard father who rarely thought of anyone, but himself. He never gave a shit about his kids, let alone Rivka who had to deal with all the mistakes he had made. The more death he threw into their world, the colder they became except; he didn't realize the warm blood that ran throughout his oldest daughter. A warrior none the less, she would make the world a better place, a safer place.

She never would realize how many lives she could save until she strut into that DC bullpen ten years ago. She would never realize the beauty that lurked her skin, her bones and that smile that made the Italian special agent drop to his very knees. She wouldn't realize how great of a mother she would make to a little girl and boy, maybe a few more who would grace the earth years later. She needed to know that she could be a mother, no matter how many mistakes she made in the past or how many lives she had killed. None of that mattered. What mattered was in her heart now, in the way she smiled at the children who walked by her on the street and the couples she glanced at quickly, walking hand in hand before quickly making excuses to Tony that she wasn't staring at them. She needed to live.

She needed to live a life full of love.

Tony awoke hours later when he felt Ziva stir next to him. She moaned, cracking her neck before snuggling into his chest.

"Your breath smells," She muttered, eyes still tightly closed and her face still flushed from crying.

Tony chuckled, turning his body to face her "Excuse me, Miss David, but… I do believe your breath also smells,"

"Nuh-uh," She snuggled closer into his chest, his arms wrapping around her waist together. "Not like yours,"

"You woke up just to tell me my breath smells?" He laughed again, burying his face into her hair that had fallen into the crease of her neck.

"Your breath woke me up," She whined before giggling at the feeling of his feather light kiss on her neck.

Tony continued placing kisses along her neck, a smile creeping on her face and her eyes never opening. She encircled his head with her arms, keeping him in place.

She froze however, when she felt the coolness of the golden chain that lay around her neck now. He must have put her necklace back on her when she fell asleep. In that moment, she could feel him kiss where the star lay on her chest and returning his kisses back along her neck, making his way up to her earlobe.

"You will never be alone, Ziva David." He whispered into her ear causing the small hairs to whisp away, "I'm forever going to be by your side... I promise you that,"

Ziva could feel the tears forming again in her eyes. She whispered out in the air, "What about Zoe?"

"It's always been you. No one else. She was just someone to pass the time. You're the one who has this…"He grabbed her hands and placed them on his chest over his heart, "Fully, the whole thing. Every beating, fatty filled and cholesterol clogged part, it's yours." He smirked, catching her lips and kissing her with every last breath he had in him.

She sighed, staring at him. Schmeil's presence seeming to linger around the room.

"I'll go to Israel with you for the funeral. The man of steel deserves to be remembered by his best." He smiled at her, using one hand to wipe the tears now falling down from her eyes.

"You do not need to…"

"No, I do. It's you and me in this life together, sweet cheeks." He kissed her once more and placed another kiss on her lips.

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