Chapter Seven

Ziva walked out of the plane terminal at the airport in Iraq. She looked at a picture that was in the folder to see if she could find Captain Frost by looking at his picture. She looked around and found the Captain standing nearby. "That was easy." Ziva said under her breath and walked over. "Captain Frost?"

The marine captain looked at her. "Agent David?" He asked.

Ziva nodded. "Yes."

"Welcome to Iraq." He nodded.

Ziva nodded back. "Thank you."

"Lets get your luggage and then we'll bring you to base."

Ziva nodded and walked by the marine towards the luggage claim. She grabbed her suitcase. As she did a pang of regret filled her. She missed Tony and wished she had told him she was leaving so they could've avoided the fight.

"Don't make me fight you."

"Too damn late Ziva." Tony walked out of the room into the living room, he grabbed the movies and left slamming the door behind him.

Ziva relieved the scene in her mind. She could still hear the anger in Tony's voice. She still felt the pain she felt when she heard the slam of the door. She could still feel Tony's arms around her when he held her after finding out. The smile he had on his face when they were playing. The way they were happy and didn't really care about the future or what came next.

"Agent David?" Captain Frost said breaking Ziva's thoughts. "Are you alright?"

Ziva nodded, "yes. I was just thinking."

"Alright good. Lets go."

Ziva followed the captain towards a car that he had. The whole time her mind was back to her home in America. Her heart with the people she worked with who had become a family to her, that she may never see again.

Tony stared at the ceiling that night trying to calm his thoughts to sleep. Thoughts of Ziva kept him up. He was afraid she was hurt. Afraid she was in more danger than she really was. He could picture how she looked after Somalia. When McGee, Gibbs, and himself all put themselves at risk to save her and bring her home. He remembered how hurt and sore she looked. He closed his eyes against the thought that Ziva may come home in a worse condition. Or his worse fear, in a coffin.

He turned his head to the nightstand where he had the framed picture of Ziva. He picked it up and looked at it gently running his fingers over her picture. "Be safe ninja. Please come home." He whispered in the darkness. A small tear fell out of his eye and traveled down his temple and fell onto the bed. He was afraid Ziva wouldn't come home and the last thing they did was fight. Tony looked at the time, 1 A.M. It would be 8 in Iraq. He grabbed his phone and called Ziva's phone. He wouldn't be able to sleep if he didn't.

"Special Agent David. I' am not able to reach my phone so leave a message and I will get back when I can." Just hearing her voice relaxed Tony some.

"Hey Ziva. I'm just calling to-" What am I calling to do? Say sorry? But I can't. "Just come home safe Ziva. We all are going to miss you like crazy. Bye." He hung up and set his phone down with a sigh. "I'm an idiot."

In the silence he swore he could almost hear the Israeli's laugh and her soft voice saying, "Took you long enough to realize that Tony."

He looked at her picture again. "Be safe. I love you." He whispered and set the picture back down on the nightstand. Slowly he fell asleep.