So here's chapter 3 :) Thank you all so much for your wonderful reviews/view/follows/favorites, everything. Anyways I'm not sure if I like how this chapter turned out, but I know where I want this to go, but anyways I hope you enjoy it. Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS.
His face was contorted into complete and utter shock.
Ziva knew she had to do something and do it fast. "I'm sorry I see you have company so I'll talk to you another time," she stammered quickly without looking at Tony and left. Confused, Georgia shut the door, while Tony tried to shake away the bewilderment that had crept across his face. The two continued their evening, neither mentioning what had just transpired. When they finished their dinner Tony left. Tony needed to find her, he needed to find Ziva.
Ziva walked briskly in the cool fall night. The sound of cars and musky smell of fall easing away some of the tension that had built up in her body in the last 20 minutes. She doesn't know how long she's been walking, but she knows its been long enough, she turns around and goes home.
He isn't sure where to look for her but has a hunch that she doesn't want him to come after her. He decides to wait around in the lobby of the building knowing very well she didn't return to her apartment. He decides to reflect on everything that happened between them. For eight years they had resisted the pull of something that was much more than lust.
From the first day she walked into the bullpen there was something he couldn't shake about her, something that pulled him close into her orbit, something that they had denied themselves for eight years and just when he finally believed it could all work out, she told him she had to be alone, she had to find herself. He resented this for a long time, and often felt conflicted because of his selfish desires. He missed her, and seeing her again, even in those few seconds had brought everything back to life again. He couldn't let her go again, but what about Georgia? Of course as soon as he thought he had moved on and let go, she would turn back up in his life. Why? Was it fate? It was obviously some cruel trick of the universe.
So many questions flooded his mind that they became unbearable to think about and he decided he could use some fresh air to clear his head. He would check back in at the front desk to see if she had returned.
The night breeze whisked her hair around her face as she made her way back to the building. She rounded the corner with a sharp turn and bumped into someone with such incredible force that she would have fallen to to the ground had they not grabbed her arms to steady her.
E/N~ I started writing this before the season premier when ideas were running rampant on Ziva's departure, so I'm not sure if I want to make her cause for leaving the same or not. Suggestions would be fun? Sorry about short chapters, it just happens. :)