Ziva sat at the table, her hands tightly holding the coffee cup. Her mind was filled with thoughts of Tony. She placed her head in her hands. Tony was stupid, Tony was funny but Tony was also intelligent and serious. She loved all of him.
"Showing my love would be like showing a weakness. I mustn't." Gibbs sat down beside her, a cup of coffee in his hand too. Ziva looked at him, her eyes red from crying.
"Gibbs, what do I do?" He sipped his drink, not once taking his gaze from hers. His voice was soft.
"Follow your heart Ziva. " She frowned and looked at him with an odd expression on her face.
"Don't you believe in Rule 12?" Gibbs smiled a little smile before speaking.
"You're old enough to make your own decisions Ziva. Just try not to get hurt in London." She had almost forgotten that Gibbs wouldn't be there...and she and Tony would be alone. Well, Michelle would be there too.
"One thing I have to tell you Ziva. Don't do anything you're going to regret." Ziva nodded and placed her now empty cup in the rubbish bin.
"See you later Gibbs." She started to walk back to her car. They would be leaving the next day and she still hadn't packed her bags yet. Tony passed her in the corridor. She sighed tiredly when he caught her arm. Tony frowned.
"Hey, are you alright Ziva? You ran off quite quickly from back there." Ziva nodded, trying to keep calm and collected. It wasn't very easy. Tony could sense that all was not alright.
"Look at me." Ziva willed her Mossad training to kick in. Her face was emotionless.
"I'm fine Tony. I was just yearning for some caffeine." She decided to smile a little to keep up the act. Tony still wasn't sure but he knew that it would be weird to probe any more. He hugged her tightly. "Go home and get some rest Zi. We need to be ready for next week." Ziva smiled before turning round. Finally she let the tears roll down her cheeks once more.