A/N: Ok sorry for the short chapters but . . . well it is Sunday night and I have like 2 weeks of class left and don't have a lot of time on my hands. I'll try to update as soon as I can but I am balancing two NCIS stories and another story along with finals coming up! Fun, bucketloads of fun! I can't wait for Tuesday's episode . . . even though I won't be able to see it until CBS posts it online on Wednesday! UHHHG! I hate when school schedules stuff on Tuesdays! Anyway, enjoy and please REVIEW!
Chapter 3-Never Let Go
Searching. Waiting. Answers. Dead ends. A day full of dead ends and waiting and searching for answers. And don't forget paperwork; lots and lots of paperwork. God, a day full of everything that I hate. Except Ziva. The one thing that brings happiness to me anymore. She is all that I have and now . . . I'll never let go. Now that I have her, I will keep her safe in my hands . . . and never ever let go. Tony sat outside Ziva's hospital room after a long day of no progress, whatsoever. He ran his hands through his hair as someone sat down beside him. "Mr. DiNozzo." "How is she?" "Miss . . . David is stable. The doctor would like her to stay one more night for observation." "Thank you." "For what, Mr. DiNozzo?" "Oh, nothing, it's just, well, that's about the only good news I've gotten all day." The nurse nodded and then retreated. "Tony?" He turned his head. "Jeanne?" "How is she?" "How did you know?" "I saw them bring her in yesterday." "She can go home tomorrow." "How did this happen, Tony?" "We went to get some lunch and we were on our way back to the office when . . ." His voice trailed off, "She was shot; bullet skinned her left lung." He said blankly. Jeanne sat down beside Tony. "Who . . . who did this to her? Were they trying to hit you . . . or her . . . or both of you?" "I don't know. Gibbs and the rest of the team are working on that. It's been a long day; I really don't want to talk about it." "You really love her don't you, Tony?" He turned to her. "How . . . how did you know?" "It was in your eyes. That day, when your car exploded, and you told me the truth . . . about my father; I could tell." "Jeanne . . . I am sorry—," "No, Tony; don't be. Believe me; after you broke it off, I realized that I really didn't love you; it wasn't meant to be." Tony turned toward Ziva's room; she was awake again. "Go. I've got to get going anyway. Behave yourself, Tony." "Thanks, Jeanne. I will. Night." "Night."
All these years, we have been searching; searching for 'the one'. He finally thought that he had found her; I was devastated. I thought that we could never be. I thought that I had finally found 'the one'. He was crushed. He was protecting me from something that I couldn't see. I let him go. He saved me from fate. I held on to him . . . I will never let go.