A/N: Also, how was everyone's valentines day?
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Chapter 6
More static occurs.
"Ziva?" he repeats.
Then, no more static. Tony repeats her name - once, twice, three times. By then he is beginning to sound desperate. Desperate for a response. Unable to bring the phone down from his ear just yet, he draws a shaky breath.
Tony runs a hand over his face and places the cell phone on the coffee table in front of him. Settled into the couch, he waits uncomfortably until he lets sleep consume him.
A bench at the Navy Yard is what catches his attention. When he sits down, relief floods through him. Taking out a newspaper from the inside of his coat pocket, he begins reading.
To his left, a woman puts her hand on his knee - the touch immediately electrifying. Looking up, he realizes the woman next to him on the bench is Ziva.
"You have to look closer Tony," she pleads.
Tony had no response to that. He searches in her brown eyes for a clue, preferably where he has to look because, well, he can be so oblivious to the worlrd around his when he's with her.
When he is finally capable of having words come out, two words never sounded so desperate.
"I'm trying."
After looking through some cupboards in the house, he finds cereal in the third cupboard and assumes what he could classify as breakfast.
However, after breakfast, he thinks today is the day he is ready to visit the place where he once held her in his arms.
Tony walks out of the door to the outside of the house and takes sight of the orchard that pained him months ago.
He slowly distances himself with the place where she buried her 'will'. Walking aimlessly around but in that area. Nonetheless, the orchard gives him a little reminiscence.
Finally, feeling guilty of receding that area, he walks over to her 'will' and places a blanket over top the rough texture and lays down, his back to the ground. Tony sighs as he moves his arms behind his head in a swift motion. Hearing the peacefulness and serenity within the vicinity for mere minutes, Tony fights sleep. In the end, he ultimately loses.
"You have to go home, Tony. Go back to America, yes?"
"Home is wherever I'm with you, Ziva."
"But Gibbs, Mcgee, Abby, the team? Are they not your family?"
"No..no they are. They are my family. But you're my family too, Ziva," he says as he releases a breath, obviously exasperated.
"Then go home."
He wakes up and grasps the blanket, dirt filing underneath his fingernails.
Go home? Go back to America? After this whole week - basically living with a constant feeling thinking he should do something more with his life, pass another milestone, finding himself. With so much he still has to do, she's telling him to go home? Why the hell did she tell him to go home at this very moment? Why not before?
He sits up and tilts his head backwards - observing the night sky above him. Time has surely gone by quickly. His head faces upwards for a good hour, examining the constellations above. All of a sudden a white light paints the sky. A shooting star. Tony closes his eyes tightly and makes a wish.
He shouldn't let this bother him more than it should of. With the amount of money he spent, his gut tells him that he did do something with his life. He went all over the world, some people dream to do that. This mid life crisis, or so he thinks actually helped him connect some of the pieces that were missing in his life. He should not really get worked up about this.
When he finally stands up, he folds the blanket, and heads into the house.
Tony enters the kitchen to wash his hands. When he finishes, he checks his phone and feels a smile begin to form at the message Mcgee conveyed.
Hey Tony. How are you? I was just checking in since your vacation is almost over. Text me back when you see this, or you know, whenever you can.
Tony chuckles and rereads the text a couplee of times for reasurrance that the younger man actually said this. To be honest, after she left, the two of them became closer. Tony begins typing on his phone.
I've been okay. Had better days. Thanks for asking.
After being sent for two minutes, a reply came instantly.
Alright. That's good to know. I guess I'll see you when you get back.
Afterwards, Tony begins raiding the cupboards for dinner. Once he found what he was looking for, he prepares to eat.
"Ah, Agent, I see you are back in Israel. Are you here to kick my ass, perhaps?"
"Good to see you too, Adam," Tony spits out.
Tony was in a middle eastern restaurant in the outskirts of Beer Sheva when the tenacious Israeli agent caught sight of him. Although he flickered a forced smile to the other agent, Tony could never stop the feeling of jealousy that came within.
"Why are you here anyways?"
"Do you have to know?" Tony barked, feeling the anger beginn to rise in him.
"Respectively, no. But why not?" Adam replies, not taken aback by Tony's attitude. He grabs a seat in front of Tony and cracks a mishevious smile.
Tony leans forward and smirks, "Well, Adam, my plane leaves in about forty-five minutes and since you're being so intrusive about my personal life, you think I should tell you? Spill out my heart and guts and what not to a guy a don't care about? I don't care. I don't care about you wanting to know about my personal life because I'm not going to tell you."
Soo silence fills the gap between the two men. Tony instantly felt remoresful when he saw the younger man's smile turn into a frown. After a couple of minutes though, Adam's voice broke the silence.
"Agent Dino- Tony. I sincerely apologize for whatever caused you to feel this way towards me. I am just concerened. Although I do not know you well, I assume you are a great man. But the man I see here, the one in front of me seems different to the one I had talked to the last time. Otherwise, I think it is best if I get going. I guess I will see you next time you're in Israel, yes?" Adam said softly as he stood up from his seat and walked out of the doors from the restaurant.
He can't really blame Adam for being so concerned, really. It is true - Tony did change after she left and he is yet to find out if it is a good thing or bad thing.
After the conversation ended, Tony lost his appetite. He aquires the waiters attention, pays the bill, picks up his bags and proceeds to the airport. He is going home.
Home, is wherever he is with her. She completes him. She makes him feel like something he hasn't felt with other women. She is different. Violet sometimes, yes, but she's his ninja. He knows she loves him. He loves her. But he also loves his team. Not in the same way of course, but he loves them too. So, home is also with the team. His conclusion? Well, like she told him, he has to go home.