Author's Note: Tony's crushed, Ziva's in denial, whatever will they do? I wanted to do something original. Not your typical let's-talk-in-the-bathroom Tiva. Tell me what you think.

Tony had a rough day. Worst Christmas EVER, he decided. He leaned back against the head rest of his front seat, and started the engine in his '66 Ford Mustang .Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Ziva walking into the parking garage. She walked over to her red Mini, three cars down from Tony's Mustang. He was watching her intently. She put her bag down in the passenger seat, started the car, and flew past him. Despite the speed she was driving at, Tony managed to catch a glimpse of the Star Of David that was hanging around her neck.

Ziva sat in her car, hands gripped tightly to the wheel. She was zooming through the city of D.C., ignoring the orchestra of car horns that followed her everywhere she went. She was on her way to the coffee shop down on Dawson, her favorite place to get a cup of hot tea and sit and think. The case they were working on was quite frustrating. Abby had just found traces of nail polish on the victim's skin. The suspect and the victim were male, so Gibbs had another gut feeling that there was someone else they should be looking for. And it was Ziva's job to find where to look. She arrived at the café and stepped out of the automobile. There was barely any other cars in the lot; who else would be getting coffee at 7:00 in the evening on Christmas? Just her Mini, a Toyota, and a Mustang.

She walked in from the cold December air and into the warm coffee shop. The aroma of cinnamon and coffee beans surrounded her, and she took a deep breath. She loved the smell of fresh brewing coffee. Ziva walked over to the cashier, who was wearing a festive Santa hat, and ordered her usual cup of tea. Once her drink arrived, she took a seat down at the corner table, by the big window. One of the reasons she loved this place was because of its view. You could see the entire D.C. skyline, all the way from the Capital to the Lincoln Memorial. The lights from the Memorial reflected in the still waters of the Potomac river, and the sight made her peaceful.

While she was admiring the view, her work phone started to ring. Or so she thought. She checked her bag, but it turned out ut to be the man's phone behind her, which was strange because she could have sworn it was the same ring tone as her's. The man answered his phone, and Ziva froze at the sound of his voice.

"Hey, boss." the voice from behind said into his phone. That voice was familiar, almost to familiar.

No, Ziva thought.

This had to be some cruel fate.

"No. Alright. COME on, really? Right. Sorry. I'm head slapping myself right now. Will do." Tony hung up the phone and Ziva heard him sigh.

Ziva knew she and Tony both ended up here for a reason. And whatever that reason was, she could not let it slip away like last time. No, not again.

She heard Tony push his chair back and stand up, and she watched him walk for the door. Ziva hesitated for a moment, not sure what she should do. She decided to get up and run after him. Ziva caught him just as he walked outside and she lightly tapped him on the arm. Tony turned around and his eyes widened with surprise as he saw who was standing behind him.

"Hello, Tony." Ziva said, focusing on his frozen breath as he inhaled the cold December air.

"Hello, Ziva" Tony replied indifferently, trying not to make eye contact. Ziva could tell something was wrong, but she could put her finger on it. He just wasn't acting like, well, Tony.

They both just stood there for a few moments, until Tony broke the silence.

"So what are you doing here?"

"The case...it's been stressful. I like to come here and think."

"Yeah."

Ziva knew what Tony really wanted to say, she could tell by just looking at his face. He might not have been showing it, but it was clear in his eyes.

"Why did you leave, Tony?"

"I don't know-"

"Why did you leave?" Ziva asked again, this time more determined. She was afraid to hear what she believed his reasoning was, that he had doubts.

"I was afraid you wouldn't ..." Tony trailed off. Ziva could tell he wasn't sharing right away. "Listen, Gibbs needs me back at the office, I have to go."

"Great. I'll come with you."

I'm sorry I took so long to get this up, my computer decided not to work for a few days.

Word have finally been exchanged, but will Ziva get Tony telling her what she wants to hear? You know the drill! Read and Review!