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Tony laid wide awake, sprawled out on the couch in an uncomfortable position. His neck was just barely over the arm, his feet dangling off the edge of the other arm. The glow of the moon illuminating onto the ceiling above him. His back hurt, an extended amount of pain that he hadn't felt in a long time. Whether it was from the stress of the past few days or the weight of his broken heart, he wasn't sure. The clock ticked every few seconds and Tony felt his pounding at the same time. It was just after four am and he hadn't closed his eyes for one minute the whole night. His mind was all over the place and he just couldn't turn his thoughts off.

He swore to himself that when he married Ziva, that would be it. There would be no redo's or divorces. He wasn't going to be a replicate of his father and he certainly would never want to put Ziva through anything.

Too late, DiNozzo.

He had surpassed his father, that's for sure. Not only letting down Ziva, but letting down his kids as well. There had to be a reasonable explanation as to what happened. Yeah, sure, intoxication was part of it, but Lisa seemed too stalker-ish. If that was a word. He didn't remember getting back to the hotel, let alone with another woman. He didn't even remember having sex or any point of the night where he felt himself get intimate with someone. And that, DiNozzo's always remembered. So what the hell had happened? How could he get Ziva to forgive him? How could he get his kids to forgive him? Though they were too little to understand, they still saw their mother crying and knew something was up.

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It was just after seven thirty in the morning now, Ziva arose from the bed and tilted her head to the right, cracking her neck. She hadn't slept at all as if the wet pillow beside her gave any indication that she did. Everything was crumbling down just as it had years ago. Their marriage was never supposed to be like this. Once and done, that was it. That was what they had agreed on because neither of them wanted to be like their parents. So, here they were, barely communicating in front of the kids and arguing whenever the kids weren't around. But, what was she supposed to do? You don't just forgive your husband for missing your son's birthday in order to go fuck one of his coworkers. It wasn't a plausible idea. Not to mention the fact that Ziva couldn't remember a time when Tony was home where they didn't sleep next to each other. This had been the first.

She sighed, looking straight into the mirror across from their bed and winced at the black and blue bags that hung below her eyes. She looked like a train wreck and was certainly capable of doing the same damage as a train wreck.

Luckily, the kids were still sleeping and she didn't hear any movements from over the monitors, so she made her way over to the closet. Tony's clothes were strewn about, cluttered around the floor and hanging off the shelves. His clutter one of the most annoying habits about him, but that wasn't what was on her mind at this moment. She slowly bent over, picking some of his clothes up and twisted her mouth to the side. Debating on her next move, she thought of the latter and quietly made her way downstairs. She patted down the wooden stairs, Tony peeking up at her and making a face once he realized his clothes were in her arms and suddenly airborne.

"What the-" he was quick in sitting up, catching the clothes that came at him, one pair of jeans hitting his head. Some lay on the ground in front of the couch, others landed on his body and he looked up to see where she had gone. Much to his dismay, she appeared again with more clothes in hand before throwing them at him. "Ziva, come on."

She turned around with a stern expression "It is check out time, yes? Time for you to go back to hotel a la Lisa."

"You can't just kick me out of the house, Ziva. I don't have anywhere else to go." Tony sauntered, looking at her. "I already told you that I wasn't going to see her again. This is our home, I have rights to it as well."

"Mmm," Ziva rolled her eyes, "The family man act no longer works, Anthony. If you truly wanted to be home with us, you would have never left. You cheated, you broke your vows, now it is time for me to break the mortgage license. You no longer live here." She descended up the stairs again, coming back with his suits and belts.

"Jesus Christ, Ziva! Can we just talk like normal adults? You don't have to go all Mossad on me and start whipping my belts at me!" He stated, ducking at an incoming belt, wincing at his dry cleaned suits being thrown upon the ground.

"Your suitcase is right there," She pointed, hands on her hips. "I assume that's how you will take all your things with you. I will have the rest shipped to wherever."

"You're seriously doing this?" He questioned, arching his eyebrow in protest.

"It is not like I wanted to…" Her voice was low, cracking in between words and Tony's heart seemed to have shattered into tinier pieces than it already was.

"Then why are you doing it?" He slowly stood up, stepping into her presence and she moved backwards to shield herself.

"Because I do not have a choice. I never did." She shrugged, her arms crossing around her chest in a protective manner. Her gaze became heated, eyes lit up with fire once he stared directly back at her.

He huffed, "What the hell's that supposed to mean?"

"I did not choose to love you. It just happened…" She exclaimed, "If I had a choice, I would have known better than to marry the playboy who could never stay faithful or last in a committed relationship."

Tony's voice raised, his fists clenching at his sides "Hey, you were different. You know that. Don't give me that bullshit when you know damn well everything with you was different. We wanted a life together, we choose a life together. It didn't just happen, Ziva."

Ziva shushed him in Hebrew, "You will wake them." She sighed, crossing her arms tighter. "If things do not just happen…" She paused, biting her lip nervously, "why did you let the other night happen?"

He froze, watching her bottom lip quiver when she realized how hard everything would be. He took another step towards her and she turned her head, "I think you need to leave now, Anthony."

"Don't…Don't do this." He begged, fighting against every instinct he had to pull her into his arms while she silently cried.

"I will…" She took in a breath, holding it in the pit of her stomach while her mind spun in circles, "I will have the lawyer send you the papers…wherever you end up."