A/N Soo chapters two's here, thanks to anybody who read/ reviewed my first chapter, made me feel abit better in myself knowing that at least some people don't think it's awful! So yeah chapter two- this one is from Ziva's POV (I apologise if it doesn't sound very Ziva-ish, because I find it very hard to write from her POV. However, I have tried hopefully it's not too bad?) but, just to clarify, this takes place on the same morning as chapter one does. So read, fingers-crossed you'll enjoy it and please review! :)

Chapter 2- Ziva

Do you know when people talk about 'the one'? When they talk about love at first sight? Well, personally, I have never believed in any such thing as a perfect love story. I do not really believe in love. I have seen far too much cruelty in this world. It changed me, matured me, growing up in this way. However, as far as I was concerned, love was never a priority in my life. I have dated a few people but nothing has ever really gone anywhere. Even with Ray, that spark, it just was not there. I never really understood why, for a short time, I thought maybe it was because of my lack of belief in the feeling. It took me far too long to realise why.

It was him.

It had always been him.

I do not know when I first realised I felt like this.

It may have been when I was in Somalia.

When I was there, I had pretty much given up. Given up on life. Given up on hope. I think that that was when I realised I loved him. I thought that I would never see any of them again, not Gibbs or McGee or Abby or Ducky or Jimmy. Or him. Especially him. Over the past six years they had become my family. My surrogate family perhaps, but family none the less. The thought of losing them, I cannot even imagine it. But I thought I was about to. And my feelings for him finally surfaced. I had played the games so long, just gone along with him.

Since then there have been moments, and many of them, where I have thought, maybe, perhaps this is the time. Maybe, he feels the same way. Maybe, for once, I can get what I want. Not what everybody else wants and I have to settle for. That was all I ever felt like I did. Settle.

I got out of bed and began to put on my shorts and vest top, so I could go running.

It was the one thing that always helped me to relax and clear my head.

I had to get my thoughts in check before I ventured to work.

I pulled on my shoes, unlocked the door to my apartment and took the stairs down to the deserted street.

An hour and a half later, I pulled the keys to my apartment out of my pocket and opened the door. I went straight to the bathroom, eager for an icy cold shower, to cool me down after my run.

But after only a few minutes of being home, my thoughts were already back to him.

I began to let my mind wander and drift and, before I knew it I was caught up in flashing images of him.

Of us.

But it is not good for me to get my hopes up like this.

Tony does not like me. At least, not in the way I want him to.

I retreated back to my bedroom, upset that I had started the day on such a sore note.

I was dressed and driving to work by 6 am.

Usually, I would love the extra few minutes in bed. Evidently not today.

I took the stairs up and arrived in the bullpen before all the others. After a few minutes of sifting through the many mountains of paperwork that awaited me today, I was already bored. I hoped that Abby was already in and I headed down to her lab.

Before I even got halfway down the stairs, Abby's personal choice of music this morning, reached my ears. I did not understand why she even liked this music. It was not to my own taste.

I walked into the lab and Abby swept me into a hug that instantly brightened my day, I did not know what it was about Abby, but simply being in her presence could make anybody happier.

After 45 minutes of just talking with Abby about my rather uneventful evening, I decided to go back to the bullpen in the hope that Tony or McGee or even Gibbs was there.

Thankfully, both McGee and Gibbs were already at their desks, both immersed in the work we had to do today.

I wondered where Tony was, it was almost seven o'clock. But I shrugged off the thought, because even his name dredged up all the feelings that I could not hide, nor get away from.

I told myself once again, Tony does not like me. Not in the way I want him to.

If he did feel the same way, which I know he does not, he would have done something by now.

Would he not?