A/N Hey guys so I will have finished my exams by next week so the updates will be more frequent :) Thank you for all your reviews they are very sweet please keep them coming. Anyway I would just like to say if you have any questions my tumblr is castleanatomy so don't be afraid to stop by :D I hope you enjoy!

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Ziva had been up and dressed for over an hour. She made herself a cup of coffee before settling down at Tony's dinning room table, her eyes wandering over to his sleeping form every few seconds.

It was another 10 minutes before he finally awoke. He was a little shocked to see Ziva sitting at his table staring at him, but he couldn't help but smile at her, she was definitely a great sight to see in the morning.

"Good morning," she uttered knowing that the subject will become serious sooner rather than later, but wanting to savor the light-heartedness of the moment.

He smiled in response, but it faded quickly seeing the concern in her eyes.

"We need to talk," she spoke, her voice filled with worry.

He stood up, cracking his back and stretching his legs before heading to stand across from her.

"I really am sorry Tony," She stated before standing so she could be eye level with him.

His eyes softened believing what she was saying to be the truth.

"I know Ziva, but that's not the problem," he explained. "I just don't think I can trust you now," he grunted. He clenched his teeth trying not to get angry again, recalling what she had been sent to do.

His comment made her stomach turn with guilt, not wanting to hear how he is going to reject her. She didn't say anything, she just headed towards the door, trying to keep back the tears forming in her eyes, but he grabbed her arm, forcing her to look back at him.

"Where are you going?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"Why should I stay?" She hated that her flight instinct kicked in during times like this, but staying and fighting for something that wasn't definite frightened her more than she would care to admit.

"Like you said, we need to talk." He released her arm and crossed his own over his chest.

"Why? You clearly hate me," she scoffed in response.

"Hate you? That is the biggest joke ever, I don't hate you I couldn't if I tried. I am in love with you" He ranted as if it was so obvious.

"What?" she stuttered, not believing what she had just heard.

"I am in love with you. And I know it is completely ridiculous and irrational, but I don't care because, for some reason, against all odds, I fell for a girl who was totally wrong for me. A girl who makes me go from sane to crazy in less than a second. But it happened and I don't think it is going to change now, in fact, I don't want it to change because, despite your flaws Ziva David, this thing between you and me is the best thing that has ever happened to me" He yelled at first but his voice started to trail off.

"Really?" she questioned, trying to comprehend what he was saying.

"Ani ohev otach," He leant down kissing her lightly on the cheek.

"Ti amo" he added this time placing a kiss on the tip of her nose.

"Je t'aime," he chimed, placing a finale kiss to her lips, before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her face into his chest.

Streams of tears ran down her face, making her bury her face further into his chest.

They stood there for a while, neither wanting to let go.

After a while, they both leant back to look at each other. He brought his hand up to wipe away the rest of her tears.

"Sorry about your top," she spoke placing her hand over the now dampened part of his shirt.

"Its okay sweet cheeks." She scrunched her nose in disapproval of the nickname, not wanting it to stick.

He just smiled before leaning down and pressing his lips against hers. She lightly bit down on his bottom lip, sliding her tongue in his mouth.

The kiss deepened and their hands started to roam each other's bodies. He lead them to his bedroom, neither of their lips leaving each other.

They broke apart, leaning their foreheads against each other trying to catch their breath, both smiling at each other.

The sound of Ziva's cellphone suddenly rang throughout the apartment, causing Ziva to moan in frustration.

She checked the caller ID, immediately feeling a sense of nausea run over her.

"Who is it, Ziva?" Tony inquired.

"It is my father... Um the director of Mossad" Her response was clearly hesitant, but she was done with the secrets.

Tony felt a sudden pain in his stomach, not wanting to believe what she had just said. How could they be related? He is the most arrogant, self-centered bastard Tony had ever come across, and the fact he could father someone like Ziva made him beyond confused!

The phone was still ringing, and Ziva knew if she didn't answer her father wouldn't be happy.

"Shalom," she spoke trying not to let her voice slip.

"Ziva why did you not get on your flight?" He sounded annoyed rather than concerned.

"Abba I am not going back to Israel" This was it, she was leaving her family behind.

"Ziva don't be ridiculous. Of course you are"

"No, I am not. I am sorry, but I am done with Mossad. I am not cut out for the agent lifestyle"

Eli began to swear in Hebrew, causing Ziva to hang up. She didn't want to have this argument now, in fact, she didn't want to have the argument at all. After 22 years of her father bossing her around, she was finally done with him and with Mossad, and she didn't care what it would take.

Tony still stood there in shock. A look of concern ran over his face. He was worried what Eli would do after having his child quit his agency.

"Tony I am going to need your help." He didn't say anything just nodded in acceptance.

A/N Thank you very much for reading you beautiful people! please tell me what you think and any improvements you would suggest but whatever you think I hope you have a great day xxxxx