Author's note: This is ONE OF THE CHOICES of how to end this story. The next chapter is an alternate ending. What can I say, I'm a people pleaser. (: Enjoy.

"No, see, that's not how this works," he grinned as he cut her off, "I don't want an explanation. At this point I don't need one. I get it. I've tried to talk to you about this before and all I hear are your alibis, but I'm getting this feeling now… We've tried the talking before, Ziva, and it didn't get us anywhere. So kiss me." He took only half a breath, "or I'll walk out that door and I'm done with holding on. But you better kiss me, cause you're going to miss me when I'm gone."

She almost let him walk away. Out of pure, shocked silence she almost let him walk out that door. He had turned slightly, his smile faltering. He nodded slightly, trying not to show pain that ran up and down his veins.

"It's okay. I had to try, right?" He tilted his head towards her, taking a step back. "Forget it, just… it'll be okay." He took a step back, turning to walk down the hall.

"Tony, wait," she stopped him after a few steps. She couldn't let him just walk away like this. He turned, but didn't walk back towards her. Her ears were ringing, her chest pounding. She had to make a decision right then, she knew. She racked her brain for words, but knew words weren't what he wanted.

"I'm here," he said softly, taking the few steps back towards her. "Your move." He took her hands in his softly, letting them hang in the small distance between them. She stared at their joined hands, forcing her brain to work, trying to make her body move.

She pulled her hands from his, moving cautiously. In a single motion she closed the half step gap between them, placing her left hand on his shoulder, her right tenderly cupping his cheek. She felt him tremble slightly at anticipation of her touch. She closed her eyes, standing almost on her toes, not remembering him seeming so tall. The distance between them was miniscule; she could feel his breathing slow. The heat radiated from his cheeks to hers. Her lips touched his cheek softly, lingering at the contact.

He realized out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

As she pulled away from him slowly she left her hands where they were. He didn't move. Their eyes locked, hers were begging forgiveness, his seemed so empty.

"I am sorry, Tony." She dropped both of her hands to his once more. "My heart's the only part of me that's not in love with you."

He forced a small smile, squeezing her hands, trying to feign understanding. He lifted her hands to his lips, not breaking their eye contact, kissing her knuckles softly.

"It's okay," he said, not really meaning it, "you can lead a heart to love, but I can't make you fall."

And with that he turned quietly and walked down the hallway, forcing himself not to look back.

She took the few steps back in the door, not able to tear her eyes away from his disappearing form. When he was finally gone she closed the door softly, one hand still on the doorknob, the other beside the peephole. Her forehead came to rest on the door, letting out a long sigh.

Her head was still spinning, her heart aching from sending away this man in such a bold move. Collecting herself, she shook her head slightly, frustrated with the entire scenario.

"Mi ohev otach yoter mimeni?" she whispered to no one before turning to go to bed.

A/N: Okay, so technically still Tiva, just… rejection status Tiva. Please let me know what you think. My Hebrew is a little rusty, so I apologize if I got the line wrong. It's supposed to read "who loves you more than I do?" At least I'm pretty sure. (: I got it from a Hebrew song I had downloaded long ago to immerse myself in the language… Anyway, let me know what you think!