They discover Jenny's body, lying in a pool of her own red blood, and Ziva chokes up for a moment. Tony meanders over to her, unaware of the horror that he is about to see. And when he looks down at the crumbled form of their director, he grows still as well. They both think to call Gibbs and inform him of the loss, and when they drop the call, they both continue to stare.
Then, suddenly, Ziva coughs harshly, turns and walks away without looking back. Tony doesn't realize she's left until he hears the door slams, and he jumps. Tony stares down at Jenny and then kneels down, reaches out a trembling hand and brushes the blood-clotted hair from her cheek.
He doesn't move for a moment, and then he slowly rises to his feet, pushes his sunglasses up onto his head, and follows Ziva out of the diner splattered with blood. He finds her next to the water tank, her knees drawn to her chest, head rocked against the hot plastic, lips pressed firmly together, tears tracing their way down her cheeks.
Tony sits down next to her in the same position, watching the car and the dust that swirls around it. Even though he can feel the breeze, it's not cold. Silence descends upon them, and without even realizing it, Ziva's fingers absentmindedly reach for Tony's, gripping his hand hard. He squeezes back. More silence ensues, and then Ziva breaks it.
"She was dying." The liaison officer whispers bluntly.
"I know." Tony whispers back. Ziva turns to him, eyes wide, her curved nails digging into the soft flesh of his hand. Tony gives her a toothless smile that doesn't reach his eyes and as Ziva watches him, she feels her resolve slowly crumbling to dust.
And then, without warning, Ziva lets out a sob and crashes into his arms, her head pressed against his neck, tears streaming down her pale cheeks and into his shirt. Tony locks up for a moment, unsure what he is supposed to do, and then, very slowly, his arms fold around her slim frame and presses her against his chest, stroking her hair, channelling what he hopes is Gibbs's fatherly instincts.
"What are we going to do, Tony?" She asks brokenly into his t-shirt.
Tony hesitates, presses a light kiss to her forehead as one of his tears drops onto her hair. "I don't know, Ziva. I just don't know."
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