Consider me overwhelmed by all of the alerts and favorites I received over the last day! I'm glad you enjoyed, and seriously, thank you to every person that left a review - they were most appreciated!
One review made me feel that I need to clarify that in this story, Ziva has only lost her memory up to the point before she left Mossad to be a Liaison at NCIS.
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Two
On the second day, she learns that not only is she married to her partner, but they've been doing both the emotional and verbal tango with one another farther back than she can (quite literally) remember.
Although the others return to their normal schedules the next day, the man she knows as Tony remains vigilant at her bedside. She can sense it is hard for him, to be the only one out the two of them with all of the memories, but he goes through great pains to hide it.
It appears he's trying not to overload her at once; He makes small talk, and she discovers that conversation with this man is exhilarating. He can return and spar any remark as fast as she can dish them. There is a flow to their banter, this back and forth, that she picks up on instinctively, and this is when she first considers that her falling for this man wasn't so improbable than she originally thought. Because being told by these people, that she, Ziva David, had settled down, and with no less this American jester, had blown her away. He is charming, and considerate - underneath the comedic mask he slips on. And she can't help but notice the deep emotion that slips through on his face and his eyes when he looks at her.
She doesn't question him about their lives together; but she does ask him about himself. The doctors, after all, say anything can trigger her memory to come back. He answers her questions easily and happily, becoming animated in his story-telling. She grows more amused by the hour, and finds that she quite likes having him for company.
When he says he must leave for a couple hours, she feels something akin to disappointment. He doesn't explain why, and she doesn't ask. She can't expect him to sit around here all day and night.
Getting up from where he had sat down beside her on the bed somewhere between conversations, he gives her a quick nod, his hand moving to stoke her face, and almost bends down instinctively to bring her face to his when he reconsiders his action, and moves to lightly kiss her head instead. She watches him go with a pang inside her, offering him a small smile as he departs.
She is caught by surprise yet again at how her body and it's emotions react instinctively to his presence.
He returns a few hours later, and he comes prepared.
He has a duffle bag, emblazoned with the NCIS logo (which, she was informed the day previous, she works for.) From this he pulls several DVD cases, a small DVD player, and finally a slightly crumpled paper folded haphazardly, adorned with what looked to be colorful scribbles. He appears very much tense, a contradiction of the jovial man that was in her company earlier. He props this upon the table that occupies the space next to her bed, but doesn't comment on it. There will be similar additions to this drawing in the days to come. She looks at it curiously, but her attention is stolen by Tony's announcement that they were about to embark upon the most magical of movie marathons, and his earlier demeanor returns, as if someone flipped a switch.