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A/N HEY! So I am glad I got to update again I really enjoy writing this story :) I would like to say quickly to the person who wished me good luck on my GCSE's I wish you all the luck in the world on yours too hun :D Anyway I really hope you guys like this!

He hadn't really noticed when it had started to rain, but after a while he couldn't really feel his fingers anymore. He didn't try and find shelter, he thought about going for a drink to calm his nerves and try and get his mind off of Ziva, but he decided against it. Not really knowing what to do and having a sense of loss fill his heart, he just walked around, not having a desired destination, or time preference to head home.

He felt sick, having that gut feeling where your stomach fills with guilt and there is nothing you can do about it. Not that he should feel guilty. She had been the one to lie to him, and all he had done was leave. But that's just it. He should have stayed, which he knows would have meant they would have fought probably for hours, but that is so much better than how he was feeling at the moment. Being angry definitely beat feeling empty.

He needed to stop thinking like this, it wasn't doing him any good. Before finishing his rational thoughts, the phone in his pocket began to ring, which bemused him because he really wouldn't have expected it to still work due to how soaked his jacket was after the downpour of rain.

The screen read "Probie", who is also known as Special Agent Timothy McGee, one of Tony's coworkers ,and even though he wouldn't admit it, also his friend.

For a moment he considered answering the call, work would take his mind off Ziva for a while. But he knew he wasn't in the correct mindset to be working, so he turned his phone off instead. He stood, shutting out the rest of the world and breaking his bosses rule #3 – never be unreachable.

Before his phone had shut down completely, he noticed how late it had gotten.

He could feel his legs and back start to ache, adding to the pain he felt from the cold air mixed with the freezing rain that was making every part of his body feel numb. It was time to head back to his apartment, the empty one he couldn't bare, but was his only option.

By the time he had reached his building, it had gone dark and the rain had stopped. The sky was pitch black, apart from the random cluster of stars that were visible from the city. Tony didn't notice. He didn't notice the man running down the street rambling about one thing or another, clearly drunk out of his mind. He didn't notice the four young women who were very dressed up with their faces covered in make up. These were the type of women he would stop and flirt with, or at least pay some attention to, but his mind was elsewhere. His mind was on the girl he couldn't go after.

As the elevator reached his floor, he took in a deep breath before stepping out into the hall. It was dark, but he could see a figure sitting next to his door. For a minute he just thought it was his tired eyes playing tricks on him, but as he approached, his heart skipped a beat. There she was, the girl he couldn't stop thinking about, leaning against the wall of his apartment, her eyes closed with a slight hum to her breathing.

He didn't want to wake her, she looked too peaceful. She had clearly been waiting for him for a while. The thought warmed his heart.

He carefully stepped over her legs and opened his door, lifting her bags that had been discarded around her and placed them next to his dining table before quickly changing into something drier so that he wouldn't wake her with his wet clothes. After he had changed into sweat pants and an old t-shirt, he walked over to her again, checking to see if she was still asleep.

He crouched down next to her, placing one hand under her knees and the other around her back. He stood up with Ziva in his arms and began to walk towards his room.

She began to stir in her sleep from the sudden movement and her eyes flittered open. She looked at him, his adorable messy hair fell into his piercing green eyes. His serious expression and the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around her filled her with lust.

She placed a hand on his chest, drawing to his attention that she was now awake. He looked down at her, seeing her beautiful luring eyes looking at him, too and her bottom lips caught between her teeth.

He gently placed her down on his bed before reaching into his wardrobe and grabbing his Ohio state sweatshirt. When he turned around, she was staring at him with tears in her eyes.

"Here wear this it's suppose to be a cold night." He placed it in her hand using his thumb to stroke over her fingers, causing a shiver to run down her back.

"I am sorry Tony," she said, trying to fight back her tears.

"Its okay we can talk about it in the morning, it's late now, you should sleep. You can take my bed." He sent her a faint smile before heading towards the door.

"I don't want you to have to take the couch, I can sleep there, or we could share the bed." The way she was looking at him, with her eyes fixated to his, was so difficult for him to resist, but he had to hold onto some self-control.

"I think it would be best for tonight for us to be apart," he replied sending her a smile for reassurance.

She didn't say anything, but just pulled his sweatshirt over herself before tying her hair into a high ponytail.

He turned to leave, needing to indulge in some well-needed sleep.

"Tony," she said so quietly he barely heard her.

He turned his head, encouraging her to go on.

"Promise me you won't leave again." He could hear her voice breaking with the hurt in her voice fearing rejection again.

He walked over to her, leaning down, leaving a lingering kiss to her cheek, wanting so badly to kiss her properly.

"I promise."

A/N OKAY SO GUYS! I was thinking that I could leave it here if you guys think it would be best but I am not sure do you guys want more or would it be best to stop now? I would love to know how you feel! xx