"I am fine!" Ziva insisted about the tenth time that day. It was Monday, and even though the doctors told her not to go to work, Tony and Ziva where riding the elevator to the squad room.
"-I do not need to be looked after, I am fine!" she continued.
"When was this elevator going to arrive already just so this can end!?" Thought Tony.
"Look Ziva, as much as you hate being looked after, we all care and worry about you. I worry about you." He tried keeping the emotional that was dramatically increasing out of his voice.
Ziva looked at him as if he just told her to jump of a bridge.
"Why are you so worried I am fin-"
"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU ZIVA"
Ziva stood there in complete shock. Hundreds of thoughts running though her mind. Did he actually just say that? Was it love like she loved him? Or was it a 'brotherly' love? She saw his expression dramatically changing. From anger. To shock at himself. To sorrow.
She could see it was hurting him that she wasn't saying anything. She just couldn't seem to form any words. It was like she was paralyzed.
She snapped out of her thoughts when the elevator dinged, telling them they had arrived at their destination.
"But I guess that doesn't mean anything" Tony said barley above a whisper as he scatted out of the elevator and to his desk.
The Silence lingered in the squad room. Everyone was filling out incident reports from their last case. Neither Tony or Ziva could concentrate though. Tony was avoiding looking at Ziva, as if if he did, he would breakdown. Ziva on the other hand couldn't stop looking at Tony. The word kept playing through her mind. The hurt on his face was scared in her memory.