Where was he? Morning and night he would come and see me. Why was he not here? Had he gotten into an accident? No, I would have felt it. Where is Tony?

He would come every morning, right when visiting hours started. He would tell me about how he slept, that he was dreaming about me, and that he wished I was coming into work today. He would kiss me and head to NCIS.

He would come every night, right before visiting hours ended. He would tell me about work, the annoying things Carlee did, and how he wished I was coming home with him. He would kiss me and head home.

Every day, I expected his voice and laugh. Why had he not come? He was here in the morning, why not now? I heard the nurse come in, and sigh.

"Still not here?"

I wish I could scream out his name, begging him to come to me. Whatever the reason he was not here, it must have been a good one. Other than him, the others on the team visited almost once a week. Abby would always bring me a stuffed animal and placed it under my arm, while McGee would talk all about dating issues and how easy I was to talk to now. Ducky would come a give a complex diagnosis of my condition. I wish I could smile and tell him to shut up, but how would he know I could hear his every word? Gibbs would come for about two minutes kiss me on the forehead and ask me how I was. He would leave on that note, not even checking if I would answer. I even once got a visit from Carlee. She asked me how I dealt with Tony all those years. I thought it was sweet she was trying to get on his good side, but as long I was here in this bed, he would never accept that I was not in the office every morning.

I heard a male voice out in the hall and my heart jumped. Was it him? I tuned all my available senses to the door and waited. The door creaked open and when I heard footsteps, I tensed up, remembering Tony was out off his wheelchair. Tony?

"Hi Ziva."

Gibbs?

"You must have been expecting Tony."

Well, yea.

"I made him stay at the office. I needed to see you by myself."

At least nothing bad happened to him.

"I learned something about Tony today."

Oh, it still might be bad.

"Tony loves you."

Yes, I know. I love him too.

"How did this happen?"

Paris

"Doesn't DiNozzo know the rules?"

That doesn't mean he has to follow them.

"You have to wake up Ziva. Put his head straight."

I can't because I love him too!

"You shouldn't have to go through what me and J…"

You and who?

"Never mind."

Gibbs!

"Sorry Ziva, I have to go."

No!

"Bye." I heard him stand up. I felt his dry lips on my forehead, then footsteps leading to the door. I had to know, I had to know why Gibbs would not let Tony love me. Why all my patience and waiting for Tony to finally admit it was going to be wasted on one of Gibbs stupid rules. I tried so hard to wake my body. I thought of NCIS, I thought of Mossad, I even thought of my time under Saleem's capture, but the one thing that stuck out in my mind was Tony. How he rescued me from myself and loved me.

That all manifested into one action.

"Tell me."

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