A/N: Firstly I am sooooooooo sorry that it has been 3 weeks since I updated this story I got caught up in being finished from school and wow how time flys.
Secondly, since it has been 3 weeks since I updated I am going to upload 1 chapter a day for the week to make for it because I love you all xx
Thirdly, I hope you enjoy this chapter, there is quite a lot of dialogue and thought in this however it is needed. It is a nice long chapter (3000+ words).
Lastly I wish to do the usual and thank all of those who reviewed the last chapter and three people guessed correctly what would happen in this chapter Congratulations if you were one of them this one is a lot harder though x

Also please remember that this is set three years after Ziva joined the team and so it is based roughly in Season 5 however with Vance as Director not because I preferred him to Jenny just if Jenny was in my story there would be a Jibbs relationship happening which I didn't want in this story.
Also no somalia or Rivkin has happened.

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Disclaimer: If I actually did own NCIS would I be writing a fanfiction on it when I could really make this happen (though I wouldn't) x

Chapter 13 – Make Up, Break Up or Make Out?

Gibbs jumped out of his chair to get the two sat down when he heard Ziva say the words that he dreaded to hear.

"I'm leaving Gibbs. I'm going home."

The team sat gaping or if your Gibbs stood gaping. She was leaving. She wanted to leave and go home after all the team had gone through. They were all too shocked to move and stop her as she went to her desk and picked up her stuff and Zaria's before turning back and leaving. Zaria said a small good-bye to the team and gave Tony a dirty look before she followed Ziva into the elevator.

The team didn't move for what seemed like half an hour but it was really half a minute. The reality of the situation finally hitting them all. Their faces morphed into expressions of hurt, shock, anger and for one guilt.

Agent Carlson's face was the one who looked shocked. She couldn't believe that Ziva would really leave and go back to Israel over the kiss/make out session she had had with Tony. 'Wow a bit of a over-reaction if you ask me but I guess she is in love with him after all'.

McGee looked hurt. Ziva was one of his best friends admittedly he loved Abby more but still he loved Ziva she was like his sister and now she gone. She didn't even say goodbye. She just walked into the Bull-pen said she was leaving, grabbed her stuff and poof she was gone. What also hurt McGee was the fact that he couldn't stop her, the only person who could stop Ziva leaving besides Ziva herself was probably Zaria at this moment but it looked like she was all for going back to Israel. Tony could probably stop her as well but he doubted she wanted to see or talk to Tony. 'Can't blame her though. Tony hurt her emotionally and that it something Ziva couldn't handle very well, we all know that. It took months before she started to really show any emotion around us all openly besides her natural playful behaviour around people she could tease. She going now'

Tony looked guilty. She was leaving NCIS because he hurt her. Because he'd been an idiot when he thought she didn't love him she was going back to Israel and back to Mossad. But what could he do she won't listen to anyone and she's already left to go back to her apartment and probably pack up her things and let Director David know she's returning. 'It was a stupid mistake and she's leaving because of it! Come on it's a bit of an over-reaction. It was one stupid kiss. Surely if she'd let me explain why I did it she'd change her mind and stay. Yeah that's exactly what I'll do, I'll go to her apartment tonight after work and beg her to let me explain and hopefully convince her to stay here at NCIS with the team and me'.

With that thought in mind Tony sat back in his chair and began the very long and boring wait for the end of the day.

Ziva's apartment 19:30

Tony was stood statue still outside the door of Ziva's apartment, his feet rooted to the floor keeping him from running back or moving forward. His mind was an inside argument that could not reach a decision. Part of him wanted to run out of fear, Ziva was angry with him (understatement) and she could tell him to leave or that she hated him, Tony didn't think he could handle that at all. Part of him wanted to man up, knock on the door and tell her just how sorry he was and if necessary get on his hands and knees and beg her to stay. But neither side of his mind could cancel out the other.

It got to the point where Tony could no longer keep the argument inside his mind and without warning he found himself mumbling both sides out loud and then his legs decided to join in which lead to him pacing up and down the corridor. He wouldn't have minded this nor actually noticed what he was doing if it wasn't for one of Ziva's neighbours arriving and asking if he was okay and did he need any help.

After that incident Tony stopped his nervous pacing and spoke to himself quietly under his breath.

"Come on DiNozzo! You can do this! You gotta try!"

With that he drew in as much air as he possibly could and let it out again before walking up to the front door of Ziva's apartment and lifting his fist to knock on the wood. To his surprise the door opened before he'd even made contact with it.

Tony was momentarily in shock before he realised that he was now facing a very annoyed looking Ziva David.

"Are you finally going to say what you came to say?" Her tone biting and cold as she spoke.

"I. Errrr I mean I. How long have you known I was out here?" Tony struggled to form a complete sentence.

"Since you started talking to yourself and pacing up and down the corridor like a complete idiot. Now why are you here?" Ziva didn't take the venom from her words, she narrowed her eyes at Tony and looked into his eyes.

Tony didn't answer her right away but he did shift under her gaze, although she wasn't glaring at him with anger, her eyes were still hard and Tony did not like seeing the hurt and hardness in the deep brown eyes that usually had a playful, teasing expression in them when directed at his.

"Ziva can I come in please? I came here to talk to you about today. Please if you haven't changed your mind by the time I'm done then I'll leave and I won't bother you again. Please?" Tony asked sincerity flowing through his words and he did not take his eyes from hers.

Slowly Ziva shifted her feet and moved to let him enter her apartment. Tony offered her a thank you before moving into the front room.

Tony had visited Ziva's apartment a lot since she started at NCIS three years ago but what he saw was not what he had expected to see.

There was the usual three clean white leather couches arranged perfectly around the 72 inch plasma TV that sat carefully on top of a mahogany cabinet. The cabinet itself was slightly longer than the TV with two drawers on either end and in the middle was a cupboard that held all the DVD's Ziva owned. Which admittedly was no where near as many as Tony.

A small glass coffee table with grey metal legs was placed in the middle of the couches, magazines sprawled across it.

'Zaria probably seeing as how the only magazine I have ever seen Ziva read was the Hebrew translation of GSM' Tony smiled at that memory. It was Ziva's first case with the team (besides Ari), it was actually her first day at NCIS as a Liaison Officer.

On the far side of the room was a large window that Tony loved as it let it in a lot of light, especially on bright sunny days. However he noticed that right now the window wasn't letting any light in due to the tightly closed brown satin curtains.

The old mahogany bookshelf that rested against the back wall was filled to the brim with a large assortment of different books in a multitude of various er languages.

However Tony was used to seeing all of this and yet to his astonishment he hadn't expected all of this to be here. He had suspected to find cardboard boxes filled with possessions, to be overspread throughout the room, clogging up space. He envisioned the bookshelf and cabinet being stripped bare of their contents waiting to be moved out from the apartment.

Tony was stood in amazement at his now defeated expectation with his jaw hanging wide open and eyes bulging from their sockets. Ziva slowly took in Tony's appearance and spoke to attempt to break him from his state of stupor.

"Tony why are staring at my living room like you have never seen it before?" Her tone was still hard and a little malicious however there was a hint of concern in there as well. After all she had never seen Tony look this shell-shocked when he visited her place not even when he first came over after she had decided to cook for him after not inviting him to the dinner party she had for the team the night before and he first saw her TV or even when he saw the very few DVD's she had in comparison to his blockbuster collection.

"I thought you'd be getting packed up tonight, thought you'd be leaving as quickly as possible" Tony said

"Leaving? Tony what are you talking about?" Ziva was now as lost as Gibbs when McGee or Abby talk technically to him about computers.

"You said you were leaving, going home, so I presumed you and Zaria would be packing tonight to catch the earliest flight you could" His voice breaking towards the end of the sentence.

"What flight? Tony you aren't making any-" Ziva abruptly stopped what she was saying as she caught on to what Tony meant.

"You thought I was leaving leaving. Tony I am not returning to Israel and neither is Zaria. I could not just leave here like that Tony it would not be fair for me to just move Zaria around the world like that just because you screwed up and I got hurt and angry. Plus you think that I could just leave the team that easily! Tony I love my life here and the team more than anything and I would not leave it for anything or anybody. The team are like my family Tony. Gibbs is a father to me. McGee is like a brother and Abby is a sister to me. Ducky is the grandfather figure to me. Even Palmer is like a distant brother or a creepy cousin that you don't see that much. And you think I would just leave!" Ziva grew more and more ferocious as she spoke.

Tony remained calm and collected rather than argue back and risk enraging her further. He just stood and let her get her anger out in hope that after she had vented he could talk to her without there being any shouting. It didn't take Ziva that long to compose herself.

"Tony I am not leaving for Israel. When I said I was leaving and going home I meant for the day. I did not wish to stay at work when I was not in full control of my emotions as you know I do not like people knowing I am hurt emotionally or physically. Now back to my original question: Why are you here?" Much to both of their astonishment Ziva kept herself and her voice level-headed.

They both made their way to the three seater couch and Tony felt his heart break a little when Ziva made sure their was as much space between them as physically possible when they were both sat on the same couch.

"I came here to apologise to you Z and I was gonna beg you to stay but I guess that's no longer needed." He gave a light laugh at that to try and break the tension "Oh I was gonna ask you if you'd let me explain what happened"

"Fine" Was her response. Fine. One word that held a thousand messages.

Fine do what you came here for.

Fine I know why you came here so leave.

Fine you're forgiven.

Or Fine everything's fine.

Tony was unsure which one she meant so he just rambled through what happened (although they both already knew that), and why he had done it. Lastly he gave her his most heartfelt and sincere apology he could.

At the end of it they sat in absolute silence. Tony was breathing quite heavily after his explanation and apology while Ziva sat rigid, staring at the wooden floor.

Tony was beginning to contemplate leaving because she hadn't responded to him when he heard her breath out "Okay Tony"

"I understand Tony. I do not like it and it doesn't make it hurt less but I understand why you did it. And I believe I should apologise for making you think I didn't care about you and for yelling at you in the Bull-pen, but I need you to understand that I do not like anyone screaming at Zaria and I cannot help it sometimes when I jump into protective mode. And I did not think she deserved to be yelled at because she only wanted to surprise you all and Tony just because I did not let you know I was out of hospital for a week does not mean that I did not want to see you all because I did, I just did not want you all constantly calling or coming round after work. Zaria was practically looking after me and it would have caused her to need to do more work than necessary" Ziva was now looking at Tony, carefully gauging his reaction to her words.

"I guess I also owe Zaria an apology as well then" Tony laughed at his words and his heart lifted when he heard Ziva laugh along with him. Neither seemed to have noticed that they had been moving closer to each other and that they had now met in the middle of the couch. Or they didn't mind.

"Yes I think you do, thank you" Ziva said

"Thank you for what?" Tony asked confused

"For coming here, explaining why you did it, apologising for what you did and for saying you will say sorry to Zaria. Good luck with that by the way, I believe she is more angry with you than me right now"

"You're still angry with me" Tony stated more than he asked.

"Not really. After you explained everything to me I found myself not angry with you at all but I am still hurt as I have said. I am however pissed off with Agent Carlson" This they both laughed at.

"I hope you don't kill her" Tony said between laughs. Ziva didn't find this funny and quickly she became upset with Tony.

"Why?" She snipped at him. Tony froze realising she thought it was because he liked Agent Carlson.

"No no no no. Not because I like her, because you'd get yourself in a lot of trouble and probably arrested" He finished with his signature smile and Ziva offered a smile in return before her lips curled into smirk.

"Are you saying that I wouldn't be able to get away with it Tony?" She challenged the Senior Field Agent.

"No just that Gibbs and Abby would know it was you and they are meant to arrest people for murder"

"Oh please. Gibbs would help me kill her and Abby would destroy any forensic evidence that points in my direction and we both know it"

"Yeah that's true, not to mention me and McGee would help as well" Tony was suddenly struck by a revelation.

"Hey Z, can I ask you a question?"

"Of course I will however choose whether or not I answer it" She stated in a voice full of intrigue and apprehension at the same time.

"What am I?" Ziva looked at him in puzzlement and so he continued "Earlier on you said the team was like a family only you never mentioned what I am to you in that family, so what am I to you?"

Ziva sat without answering him for several minutes internally debating whether or not she should answer him, but then she did something that shocked them both.

She looked in Tony's eyes and leant forward with more speed than Tony thought she could and captured his lips with her own. Tony was too stunned at first to kiss her back and so she pulled away from the kiss embarrassed and heartbroken that he had not kissed her back.

Tony saw this and cupped her cheek and gently pulled her to him and he merged his lips with hers softly at first, just savouring the feel of her lips on his. Ecstatic that he was now kissing her and she was kissing him back Ziva put a little more pressure into the kiss increasing the intensity slightly and she was astounded and over-joyed when he returned the favour. Admittedly both of them were too into the kiss and so they failed to notice that Zaria had opened her bedroom door and was not moving from her place, just watching them with a stunned expression on her face. Moments later however they also failed to notice the front door open revealing...

A/N: Well who opened the front door? Hmmmmmmm well good luck guessing as I have not left a word clue or did I look closely at the last paragraph again. Not read it look at it specifically each sentence. Hint: There is no play on words! . You know it wasn't easy to make this clue work at all the words needed rewording and changing so that it made sense and still sounded decent, I had to edit it so much that it took me over an hour just to write the last paragraph so I hope you like it x

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