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Kicking a pebble along the walk path, Tony cursed under his breath at all the criminals in the world. Stuffing his hands inside his pockets, he breathed out a large puff of carbon dioxide and into fresh oxygen into his lungs.
Having a mental fight with his is inner voice, "If I were you, I'll go and visit Ducky." His boss's voice kept repeating. Why do I need to see Ducky? What could he possibly say to me to make me feel better? He asked himself.
He missed his friend. He wanted his Ziva back, he wanted the woman that kept challenging him on a daily bases. Hell, even the new Ziva would do it for him, he craved to see her brown eyes and dark locks and her slightly accented voice.
Feeling his phone's gently vibration on his pocket, he took it out into his sight and flipped it open to answer the caller, "Yes," he simple said.
"Tony, it's Abby. I've discovered some information on Ziva's shooter. Can you come over to my lab?" she asked.
"I can't, I'm not at work. Gibbs has suspended me until I can 'get over Ziva,'" he mocked, "So you gotta tell me over the phone,"
"Fine, well. His new name is Carlson Steward, and according to his land lord, he hasn't been home for the last two weeks!" she stated.
"Good, so at least we know his name. That's good. What has Gibbs said about that?"
"He's going through background checks with McGee,"
"Oh," Tony simply said.
After a long and awkward silence, Abby whispered, "Tony, is everything okay—with you?"
"I don't know," he muttered and ended the call.
Arriving home from a calm day at work, Ducky placed his suitcase on the counter and announced of his presence to Ziva who had fallen asleep on the coach. As he approached her, he could see dry tears on her cheeks. Covering her with a blanket, he sighed with sadness for his dear friend and daughter like figure.
He turned around to leave her at peace, when he heard her groan, spinning around to face her, he could see that she was still asleep, but her facial features looked distressed with pain.
"Tony," she kept calling through cries.
Her body began to tremble, as the dream got worse. "Toooooooooony" she sobbed, "Please don't let me die. Please don't let me go, I love you," she cried.
"Ziva, Ziva, come on wake up, it's just a dream, come one wake up," the Scottish man whispered.
Her cries, suddenly stopped, her body laid still.
"Oh dear," he mumbled before he left her alone once more.
Moments later as Ducky waited for the kettle to boil so that his need for tea could be met.
Just as the steam began to leave the open areas of the steam hole, his front door announced that someone was knocking. The knocking increased.
"Alright, alright, I'm coming,"
As the door opened, his eyes widened at his unexpected guest.
"Anthony. What on earth are you doing here?"
"I don't know. All I know is that Gibbs told me to come see you,"
"Oh, right, well I'm not sure why" Ducky lied.
Just then, Ziva's yarns travelled across the room snapping Tony's attention.
Without an invitation, Tony pushed passed him straight towards her.
"Ziva, Ziva" he called as he glanced at the place. "Where are you?" he kept repeating.
"She's in the back room," Ducky said.
As he reached the room, he frowned, "Which back room?" He asked with gritted teeth.
Ducky walked up to him with a puzzled look to his face, "but she was just here,"
He opened all the door he could see and kept calling her name. Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, he closed it once more.
"She went out the window," he stated with a sigh.
"If this is how she feels. I can't change her mind, she doesn't want to see me. I give up." He said with defeat.
"What was that?"
He looked at the elder man, "she doesn't have to run anymore, I won't be coming back,"
The next chapter will be a little different, it will be in Ziva's POV (first person) You'll get to understand how she's feeling, and hopefully relate a little.
Until then, hope your holidays are going swell.
With Love ~ Emily
