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A/N - I know what your thinking no update in like two weeks then 2 with in a couple of days sorry I am a bit random. But I hope you enjoy this.

As Tony sat alone in his apartment, he could feel his eyes filling with water.

It was ridiculous. Tony DiNozzo doesn't cry, especially over a girl. He is a 'love them and leave them' type, but this time he thought he may really be in love, and nothing was paining him more than leaving. He couldn't go back though. Who would go back to someone who was sent to kill them?

A crazy person, that's who.

Or maybe just someone who was in love. But that didn't sound like him. He couldn't be in love with a girl he met last night. But he couldn't stop thinking about the way her hair falls perfectly around her shoulders, or the fact that her eyes darken when she is thinking deeply, or that they sparkle when they are looking into his, but that is normal to think about, right?

He tried to get his mind off of her, but he couldn't. The way her lips felt on his, how soft her hair was when he ran his hands through it, and even how he could feel the goose bumps on her skin when he traced his hands up and down her arm.

Maybe he should just go see her, they can work it out. No he couldn't, but he has to. He needed to for his sanity.

He grabbed his coat and headed for the door, hoping to catch her before she leaves.

Ziva had spent the rest of the day packing, then unpacking her bags, mulling over whether or not she should go back to Israel. On one hand, she felt betrayed by her father and by Mossad and she doesn't want any part of it. Yet on the other hand, Israel is her home, all she has ever known, all that is familiar. Well except Tony, he felt familiar. He was the first good thing in her life, and she had blown it.

Why did she have to tell him? Its not like he was going to be like 'its okay. I want to be with you, even though the only reason we met is because you wanted to kill me.' She was being ridiculous and irrational.

She packed her bag for the final time; she had to go home. If she didn't, her father would send someone to bring her back, or even worse, to kill her. She didn't think he would ever hurt her, but after what Tony had said, sending his own daughter to kill an innocent man, she didn't know what he was capable of anymore.

She collected her stuff and made her way down to reception to check out of the motel.

Once the cab had arrived, the man had asked her where to. For a moment she thought. What if she went to his apartment? Told him she was sorry and begged him for forgiveness, she did have his address from her father. No that is stupid. For one, she is defiantly not the begging type and he wouldn't forgive her, he probably wouldn't even listen to her.

He seemed so angry when she told him it broke her heart a little... Okay a lot.

"Lady where to?" The angry voice coming from the cab driver brought her out of her thoughts.

No this time she couldn't just leave, she had to try because, for some reason, this man, with his sandy brown hair and his beautiful green eyes, had made her fall hard, and if she didn't try she would regret it for the rest of her life.

So she gave the driver Tony's address and climbed in.

He had run the whole way, yet he wasn't really out of breath. The adrenaline was pumping through his veins, but he didn't feel nervous, he just wanted to see her.

He started to run again, dodging the odd person in the lobby of the motel and then up the stairs, deciding that the elevator would only slow him down.

He was slamming his fist against her door, repeatedly shouting her name loudly for at least 2 minutes before anyone noticed.

"Ziva we need to talk," He screamed. Why wasn't she opening the door? It didn't make sense.

"Err dude the chick from that room left." Tony turned to see a guy in his early twenties standing at the other end of the corridor. He was wearing beach shorts and a short-sleeved shit, which was completely ridiculous as it was barely even 50 degrees outside.

"When?" he shouted with a sense of annoyance in his voice.

"Like 5 minutes ago, you must have just missed her," was his reply.

Tony's heart sunk. He had no idea what to do. He didn't know where she would have gone, but the only place he could think was the airport, which was no help because he had no idea which airport she would have gone to.

He had to give up, let her go. It was officially over, there was nothing he could do. 'Why did I leave? Why did I let her go' he blamed himself. Maybe it was a sign? Maybe they were just not meant to be together.

To be fair, they were so different and he wasn't even sure if he knew her-the real her- maybe everything last night had been a lie.

Once she had arrived at his apartment, there was someone entering the building at the same time so she had no reason to press the buzzer, which meant she didn't know he wasn't there.

Once she had located which apartment was his, she started to feel nervous. Should she do it? She has come this far, why stop now?

At the beginning, she only knocked lightly, not wanting to sound mad, but after a while she thought maybe he had seen it was her and was ignoring her, or maybe he was asleep.

After an hour, she decided to just give up. He clearly didn't want to speak to her, or maybe he just wasn't there. God she hoped for the latter. She hated to think she had made him hate her. She was so angry with herself.

Maybe it was because she doesn't deserve him and this is the universe's way of telling her.

A/N - Sooo what did you think? Any theorys on what you think might happen? I would love for you guys to review in fact the more reviews the higher the chance of me updating again this week :)