So, I realized after the first chapter that a lot of people have done this before. But, they most likely haven't done what I'm doing. You'll get it in the last chapter. :)

Anyway, I already said that most of this will be speculation on my part as to the stuff we didn't see. I think we didn't see a lot of what happened between Tony and Ziva. There are a lot of stuff left unsaid and up to interpertuation. This chapter happens to be my own interpertuation of what might of happened after Judgement Day, when Vance had to be stupid and split them up, and some months after Aliyah.

Disclaimer: Anything you recognize, you nor I don't own. Anything you don't recognize, I kind of do own because it's my own speculation. :)


McGee's POV

She told me.

Not a day after, not a week after, not even a month after. No, she told me one year and six months after. After one year and six months filled with the most tension of my entire life, she told me. For some odd reason, I wish she had told me sooner. I really do, because then I would have understood a lot of what was going on during that year and six months. Well, part of the six months, no one knew what was happening, but it would have been nice.

After that ill-fated trip to Israel, in which she didn't come back, and the three months when all Tony could do was brood, I wish she had told me. Because then I could have had something to hold on to, some kind of hope that maybe, just maybe, things would be alright.

It wasn't easy for her to say though. After being tortured and in a comma for a month, she was healing nicely. She was something of a ghost of her former self. It frustrated Tony that she wasn't able to fight or throw a knife anymore, and the look on his face when he saw that they had cut off almost all of hair was kind of depressing. It took all of a month for them to get back on something of a track, and then another month until they got to the point where they could touch. I felt like I was watching to teenagers in one of the movies Tony mentioned.

So, imagine my surprises when I found them laying on Abby's futon, Tony asleep and Ziva wide awake. Tony was laying on his back, his arms securing Ziva to his side. They hadn't been that close in what, a year? More? And then, to top off my confusion, Ziva was crying. I sat down on the ground behind her, and waited for her to say something. When she didn't, I decided to just ask.

"Ziva, why are you crying?" I asked, and she sniffed loudly. She turned her head so she could see me, and then she looked back across Tony's chest.

"I am fine." She stated, but her voice cracked and I put my hand on her shoulder. She was shaking slightly, and in his sleep, Tony started to rub her back. I watched in amazement as she calmed down.

"Ziva." I said, and she shook her head. She was biting her bottom lip, and I could tell she was holding something back. She moved her arms around Tony, her hand resting limp on his chest. I was still trying to get over the fact that they were that close.

"I went to his apartment the night after Jenny's funeral." She started. She shut here eyes for a moment before talking.

"He was completely clammed."

"Slammed." I corrected automatically, and she smiled.

"Completely slammed, yes." She smiled, tracing her finger in circles over his chest. "I told him he needed to go to bed, but he refused. I ended up with his head in my lap and a bowl in front of us so he could throw up. When he finally gave in, I hauled him to his bed. As I was about to leave he grabs my hand and asks me to stay. I told him I had to leave, and he sighed. He pulled me down onto the bed next to him and almost crushed me in a hug." She sniffed loudly, and I noticed even more tears were running down her cheeks. I reached up and brushed them away.

"He told me he loved me." She said, and I froze. I watched as she let more tears fall down her face, and I reached over and moved her hair out of her eyes.

"That is bad… why?" I asked, and she choked on a sob. "You know what, forget I said that." I covered, and she shook her head.

"It is okay McGee. It's just," she paused, "He did not remember when he woke up."

"You stayed there all night?" I asked, and she nodded.

"I could not leave him like that." Her voice sounded regretful. She moved in Tony's arms, and his grip on her tightened. She didn't flinch, nor did she make a move to get out of his arms. I could only wonder why, but didn't bother to ask. From all I had gathered, I would expect her to stab him with a knife she had concealed god knows where. But she didn't, so I waited. I knew something else was coming. It took three minutes, but she spoke.

"You are confused." She stated, and I laughed. She laughed as well, and I felt the dreary mood lift somewhat.

"Only slightly." I said, and she tilted her head. "How did you end up like…" I trailed off, and gestured to their position. She smiled, moving her hand off Tony's chest and to my face.

"You'll know someday." She said, before snuggling into Tony's side and shutting her eyes. I sat there for a minute, still completely confused. When Ziva started to snore quietly, I stood up and went to leave the lab.

"Ziva, shh."

I turned in time to see Tony cover Ziva's mouth with his hand, and the snoring quieted slightly. I saw Tony smile, his face soft in a way I'd never seen. He took his hand off her mouth and moved it back around her waist. He turned so he was on his side, and Ziva buried her face in his shirt. He whispered something in her ear, and I swore it was something starting with an 'I' and ending with a 'you'.

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Yeah, she told me. One year, six months after the fact she told me. It actually worked out alright that she told me that late. Otherwise, I most likely would have found out in a late night phone call, one that had me sitting up in bed and asking "Really Ziva?" Because, it was always Ziva who called. She always told me what had happened between them. Her voice was always guarded, but if you really listened, you could hear the happiness and excitement. I knew she was happy with him, and he was a better person because of her.

It sounded all cliché, completely and absolutely cliché. No matter how true.

Because what Tony said started with an 'I', and ended with a 'love you'.

I adore my little McGee. :) Heehee.

Reviews please? I need some inspiration to work on Forever Tomorrow :(