A/N: Hello ya'll! I am back and thank the lord my exams are over. I really appreciate all the follows and favorites and reviews! Really, it means a lot! Also, we are now back to the schedule - updating every Sunday. I hope all of you had a wonderful weekend! Now here is your chapter four - I tried to make it longer than the others because of my absence, so yeah. Enjoy!

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Chapter 4

When he opens his eyes, the room is dimly lit from the luminous moon. This hotel reminds him of the one they stayed in, in Berlin. Same cream colored walls, same soft dark brown colored blankets, same everything. The harder Tony thinks, he realizes that this is the hotel they shared in Berlin. This exact one. The hotel where she looked so...dominant. Let's face it, he loves it when she takes control, hell, he knew he was falling for her ever since she asked him about phone sex. He chuckles ever so slightly at the thought.

Suddenly he feels a body nestled into his side, her back facing his torso. Whoever this person is, she looks like she is sleeping quite peacefully. Carefully, he moves into a more comfortable position to examine this person. Immediately he takes in a shallow breath.

It's her. She is here, beside him. She's here.

Lying back on the comforter, Tony closes his eyes and lets out a sigh of relief. Instinctively, he protectively wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her closer against his chest. He nuzzles his face into her curls as he smells the luscious coconut scented shampoo she's using and feels the warmth she possesses. Ready for slipping into unconsciousness, he attempts to tighten his grip on her for reassurance that this is real, but felt nothing. Instantly feeling panic rise up in him, he hastily grasps for her as he quickly opens his eyes.

All he saw was the emptiness of sheets beside him.

Defeat came and he was forced to open his eyes to the unwanted sunlight peeking through the windows. He sits up straight, lazily throwing the comforter off of him and rubs his eyes.

It is his third day in the famous City of Lights, and to be honest, each day makes him miss her more. He tried to get his mind off of her by exploring the historical land marks and wasting his money on useless souvenirs but unfortunately, to no avail. What else was he supposed to do? How is he supposed to get his mind off of the one person that makes him feel truly happy. Maybe it is because she's different. She is not like any other woman Tony had feelings for, he had to admit. He knew when he started to develop feelings for her, he was in trouble. If something were to happen to her, he knew he would go crazy because hell, he was crazy about her. He knew that there were an amount of feelings between the both of them, love being indefinite. He knew he couldn't live without her. Yet here he is, alone in a cheap hotel and indeed living without her.

He frowns as he rolls off the bed and immediately heads to the bathroom to take a shower.

Hearing the elevator doors open, Tony calmly entered. Feeling awkward in this little confined space, he looks beside him and sees an elderly couple smiling up at him. Tony smiles back and opens his mouth to start a conversation.

He extends his hand to the man and says, "I'm Tony."

The lady grins and happily looks up at her husband, who begins to shake his hand. Tony presumed she could not speak very well considering there were two nasal tubes from her nose connecting to what Tony thinks is an oxygen tank behind her. Then her husband spoke.

"I'm Bill," he replied, "I assume you aren't from France either," chuckling as if were a joke. His wife gently nudged his side obviously waiting for an introduction. The corners of Bill's mouth went up as he gestured to the woman before him,"and this right here is the love of my life, Angela," who was now smiling at Tony.

Tony felt his stomach begin to cringe at the words love of my life and his smile begins to fade. He always imagined - although it is odd, him introducing her to people and proudly telling them 'this woman is the love of my life'. It would always be happy moment for the both of them knowing all too well that it was the truth. The promiscuous Anthony Dinozzo - the player, the one-night stander. Anthony Dinozzo, who finally settled down and found the one. Tony shakes his head and runs a hand in his hair. If only it was that easy.

The man, Bill, noticed the way the younger man's face had fallen when he mentioned Angela. Bill coughs in the moment of silence to get the man's attention and interrupts Tony and his train of thought. Tony looks into the eyes of the older couple and felt his own face flush.

"So do you have a woman in your life, young man?" Bill asked and smirked down at his wife who was looking at Tony for a response.

A smile tugs at the corners of Tony's mouth, "It's complicated," as he breaks eye contact with the couple and shoves his hands into his pockets.

Is it complicated? Definitely. Tony assumes that would be the best way to put their relationship status, because it was complicated. When she left him in Israel all those months ago he thought he could handle her absence. He was handling it pretty well for that time being - minus the lack of sleep and ability to concentrate properly. Every time he would close his eyes, there she was. Not the content and loving woman he has come to known, but the mysterious and determined woman when they first met. However when the dreams happened, Tony felt something in him change. He felt like he was not who he was anymore. She made him want to be a better person. And so he did. When she left him, he felt like a part of him left too. Maybe that is what he needs to find in order to find himself. The part of him that left when she did.

Tony did not exactly know why he even let himself get on the plane. Everyday, he sits in his desk and looks at hers from across the bullpen. All he ever wanted was for her to be happy. If leaving her to recollect her thoughts was one step to making her happy again then maybe he did make the right decision.

"Well, son, I hope you fix whatever it is that's broken between you two," Bill cautioned.

"And you look like a handsome lad, I may say," the lady croaked, voice hoarse and raspy,"She must be lucky to have you."

"I am lucky to have her," Tony corrected quietly as the elevator came to a halt and the golden colored doors opened to the main floor.

"That you are," the older man continued as he pokes his head out of the elevator to assure himself this is where him and his wife need to get off from, "It was nice talking to you, son," Bill said as he let out a soft smile as Tony nods.

After the couple steps off the elevator, Tony does the same and picks up his bags and proceeds to lug them to the front desk to check out.

Mumbling a quick thank you to the taxi driver, Tony opens the yellow trunk of the vehicle and gathers his things. As he enters the airport, he walks over to the line of people who also were intending to buy a plane ticket. When Tony looked behind him, a line of more people just so happens to grow longer and longer. By the time he reaches the desk, the employee in front of him gives Tony a charming smile and asks where Tony plans on going in a thick french accent. Tony tells the tall and broad man precisely where he wants to go and then proceeds to asking politely for Tony's proper credentials. When all is done, the man gives Tony his ticket and bids him farewell.

"Here is your ticket to Berlin ," the younger man says as he flashes him that charming smile and then continues, "Have a très merveilleux flight Monsieur Dinozzo."

When Tony arrives at his destination, he feels nothing but the feeling of perseverance. Perseverance to find himself. He will he is sure of it, and by the looks of it, he is getting closer. He glances at his watch and taps his left foot impatiently. The sun is setting quickly and he needs to find yet, another hotel to stay in.

It was 2300 hours when he finds a place to settle in. The doorman looked invitingly enough to lure Tony to the small, lively hotel. Finished with checking in, he grunts as he brings his bags over his shoulder and begins to head to his room. When he enters, his green eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. The hotel room looks almost exactly like the one he shared with her when they came to this European country. To be honest, it scared him. Another coincidence. Shouldn't he not believe in coincidences?

All of a sudden his legs begin to weaken. Jet lag is finally hitting him he supposes. He places his luggage down and begins to search for a more comfortable attire to sleep in. Satisfied with what he has chosen - a worn out Ohio state t-shirt and gray sweat pants - he quickly heads to the bathroom to brush his teeth and then walks directly to the cream colored bed to suspend his mind of consciousness.

It was past three in the afternoon when he has awoken. His eyes wince as he looks out the window to the sunlight making its way through the ruffled curtains. Sitting straight up, Tony contemplates whether he should go out and explore Berlin again or stay inside the whole day and watch foreign movies. He chooses the latter. He could sight see tomorrow. As he makes his way to the coffee maker, he finds a white mug with the hotel's logo on it. When he thinks the coffee is made, he pours some of the hot liquid into the mug and stirs it thoroughly. For what seems like hours, he finishes with the making of his coffee and brings it to the queen sized bed to sit down - feeling it dip into his weight. Finding the remote control, Tony eagerly flips through the channels to find a satisfying movie, occasionally sipping his coffee at the same time. When he finally finds a decent movie he places the remote beside him and begins to watch it with curiosity.

He knew instantly what the movie was and it was another damn coincidence. Tony runs a hand over his face and sighs. Normal routines are more difficult than he thought. He can't even watch a movie without thinking of her. Nonetheless, he continues to watch the movie but he continues to watch it more carefully - thinking of how this movie relates to him and her and their relationship.

After fifteen minutes of the movie, Tony felt his stomach grumble. Knowing he did not want to actually get dressed and go out to eat, he simply took the phone on the nightstand and called up room service. One man and one woman who looked very similar to Tony and her were at his door within ten minutes. The man, who spoke english took one look at the television and told Tony that what was playing is a classic, and he should not miss any word of it. Tony replied politely that he knew what happens in the movie and that he is trying to 'not missing any word of it.' The two employees left smiling at each other after serving his food.

Finished with his food and coffee, he took the platter and laid it outside of his door hoping that the housekeeper will soon find it. Then he made his way to the counter once more and refills his coffee. As he sits down on the bed, he lowers his coffee and takes a deep breath as he watches the scene before him. Tony mutters bitterly at himself for even letting himself watch this movie, but how could he say no to a classic?

He glances at the clock behind him, it was 1900 hours and the movie was long finished. He cautiously flips through the channels hoping to find another classic movie to watch, but unfortunately he ends up with nothing. So for the remainder of the day, he only watched german television game shows. When he did lose himself in his sleep, the sun had long gone down and the only light in the room was coming from the television that was showing a repeat of the movie he watched earlier, Casablanca.

A/N: does anyone else remember how Michael Weatherly compared Tony and Ziva's relationship to Casablanca? because i did lol
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