A/n: Sorry I haven't posted in… well a really long time. I had major writers block and a few personal issues getting in the way. If you're still interested in reading this, thank you and I will try to update more regularly. DISCLIAMER (cause I forget it in the first chapter) I do not own NCIS (although if I did…) nor do I own the Taylor swift song I was originally basing this off of (not so much anymore).
Three hours later, the three agents were on the way to Israel in the small private jet Mossad had provided for them. Malachi was on one end of the jet with his cell phone by his ear. He was constantly talking in rapid Hebrew to, who Ziva assumed, were other Mossad operatives awaiting their arrival. Tony and Ziva sat on the opposite end sitting on two leather couches that were facing each other. Tony had pulled out his laptop and started watching a movie leaving Ziva to herself. He continued to steal glances at her over his computer to make sure she was alright. Ziva hadn't moved at all since the beginning of the flight. She was still in shock from the news and could still not believe it was true. A single tear managed to escape from her eye and slither down her cheek. It was stopped by Tony's thumb gently wiping it away.
"Hey," He whispered to her in a soothing voice. "Want to talk about it?"
"Not really," She replied as wiped a hand across her eyes roughly trying to stop any more tears from falling.
"You know, I know what you're going through," He said as he put an arm around her shoulders. "My mom died when I was sixteen."
"Tony, my mom died too," Ziva replied trying to get him to shut up.
"I know but what you don't know is," He paused for a moment to collect himself. "My father died too, a month ago. That's why I was gone for that week."
"Oh, Tony," Ziva turned to face him. "Why did you not tell me?"
"We were busy. The week I got back we got that huge case," Tony sighed. "I didn't want to distract anyone. We need to catch that guy," He sighed and turned to her. "The point of me telling you this was not for you to feel sorry for me. It was to let you know that I understand what you're going through and that I'm here for you. That is if you want to talk. I won't force you to."
"Thank you Tony," Ziva leaned over a lightly kissed his cheek. "And I am sorry for your loss."
"It's alright," Tony got her to lay her head on his shoulder. "Sleep, I know you haven't gotten a good night's sleep in a while cause of that last case." Ziva nodded slowly as she drifted off to sleep.