Author's Note: Alright, now you've all seen Tony's view. Now back to Ziva! Sorry I took so long to get this chapter uploaded. I have some good TIVA things in store for the upcoming chapters, I just need some chapters of hurt/comfort for some dramatic build up. But don't worry, it's coming soon! I'm feeling particularly poetic as I'm writing this chapter. I'm in a Robert Frost kinda mood.
Ziva watched as Tony flew right past her desk, not even looking over to her. She felt like she had just been punched in the gut. She swallowed hard and looked up at the ceiling, a trick she used for holding back tears. Ziva absentmindedly twirled her necklace in between her fingers, thinking of last night. What had went wrong? What happened with her sudden change of heart? Ziva was crushed. Absolutely crushed. Since Tony had brought her back from Somalia, she had been positive that she did feel something - even if she didn't know what. But she knew something was there. Then, once the opportunity came, the one she waited for and dreamed about, once it finally came, it slipped like sand right between her fingers. Thoughts from last night swarmed through her mind. Watching the necklace glimmer in the moonlight streaming through the glass window, the diamonds making reflections on the low-lit walls and ceilings. His warm embrace, the sweet scent of him, intoxicating her until she could all but stand. She remembered breathing him in, holding onto the moment as she rested her head on his strong shoulders. But that was all in the past now, and the past is gone. She was almost certain that he changed his mind.
Ziva sat, engulfed in he regrets, until she could no longer take it. She stood abruptly, knocking the chair into the back panel of the bullpen, catching McGee's attention. She walked out of the squad room and down the hallway, heading toward the woman's restroom. To her relief, no one was inside. She locked the door and leaned back on the counters. Her eyelids closed and she took a deep breath. A single tear rolled down her cheek. She wiped it away as fast as it came. She knew that she did not cry. She couldn't cry, not here, not now, not over Tony. Tony is her friend, her partners. He had been for many years. She could not risk that by trying to become lovers. They had so much, they had been through everything together. She knew she trusted Tony, with her life. If a suspect had a gun pointed at her, she would do anything Tony instructed, not giving it a thought. Ziva knew that Tony always had her back and always will, and she knew she would do anything to protect him. But that was not reason enough.
No, she decided. No. She did not want to complicate things between them, she knew Gibbs advised not to date co-workers for a reason. As much as she wished it was different, she knew it should not change.
Little did she know, Tony wished the same too.
This one was SHORT! My apologies. I needed to give myself insight on how Ziva felt. I though I might as well share it with you all! I know I switched from third person objective to omniscient in the last line, but it was crucial for the perfect effect. Over all, I think it was the best thing I've ever written, word-wise. I'm trying to deicide how they are going to relsolve this. They DEFINELTY are, though. No worries about that. Reviews, please!