Hello, everyone! Thanks for all that have stuck with. The resolution is coming, there was a hint of it in the past chapter and an insight as to what will happen. If you haven't figured it out yet, only two or three more chapters yet until everything blows up. As always, I'm not going to rush a situation to give the happy ending right away. Life doesn't work like that, so my fanfic will not work like that. It takes time to jump right back into a relationship where you've been hurt. I have majority of the next chapters done and can post them. I'm basically just editing them to the best that I can.

If you are no longer enjoying the story then stop reading. I don't know what entices people to comment that they aren't enjoying it because it is not like I forced you to sit there and read it. Whatever then. Carry on not enjoying it, I guess lol.

Hope your all having a great end of the year! We are so close to 2016, how is it possible?! Feels like just yesterday that it was 2013 and Cote had left the show. I am thankful that we now know how it was her best move yet and more than likely see a Tiva reunion soon.

If you haven't yet, go out and see The 33 in theaters! It's a remarkable true story and you learn many facts about the country of Chile. The acting is phenomenal by all of the cast, especially our girl de Pablo. Her song will move you to tears. If the movie is no longer playing in a theater near you, tweet or message me on Tumblr! I can help you find a way to see it!

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The restaurant was chillier than Ziva remembered, or maybe that was just her cold soul seeping out to remind her that she wasn't going to enjoy this date with Mark.

"So, what happened to Tom?" Mark asked, sipping his wine.

"Tony," Ziva corrected him, her tone harsh. "Him and I just had are differences and we are no longer together." She shrugged, chugging her wine down and gesturing the waiter to come over and pour her some more.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." Mark apologized, staring at her beauty from across the small, round table that they were seated at.

"I bet you are." Ziva said sarcastically, glaring at him.

"I'm going to guess a bit here, but it seems that you are not alright?" He asked her in a quizzical stare.

Ziva sneered, rolling her eyes at him and was relieved when the waiter came over with their food. A plate of eggplant parmesan was set in front of her and she instantly started eating, not bothering to wait for Mark to get his plate.

"So, I am right." Mark concluded, watching her.

"You do not have a clue what I am going through right now." Ziva remarked, glancing at her phone hoping to see Delilah or McGee calling her and relieving her from this date.

"Actually, I do. I was your therapist, Ziva. I know you have a lot of deep trouble surrounding your from your past and now, it looks as if Tony has caused some pain." He stared at her, watching the disbelief shown on her face and assumed he was right. "I can tell by the way you react when I am right, Ziva."

She sneered again, grabbing her wine and drinking it furiously. "You cannot tell what is going on in my life. All you can figure out is that I am no longer with my husband because I am out on a date with you. That is all you know,"

"I can tell that he's bothering you because you keep looking at your phone, hoping that he will call while you are out on a date with another man. I can tell that you've been crying because your eyes are puffy and still a bit red. I'm not an idiot, Ziva." The waiter set his food down and he began to join Ziva in eating their meals.

"Great guesses, both wrong." She cocked her head towards him in a rude manner, as if suggesting that he stop trying.

"So, tell me why you were crying then if I was wrong." He shrugged, twirling his spaghetti around a fork.

"What the fuck is this?! A therapy session?!" Ziva scoffed, setting her fork and knife down before she hurt him…which she totally was thinking of doing in her tipsy state of mind.

"No, I am just trying to help. You can move on and get better if you talk about the situation with someone. It's a known fact in the science world." Mark said, watching Ziva's every move.

"I do not live in the science world and for your information, two of my best friends are getting married. I was crying because of how happy I was for them." She said as a matter of factly, picking up her utensils to eat again.

"Ah. I see," Mark nodded, keeping quiet for a few minutes. He broke the silence by adding a question "When will their wedding be?"

"Next month," Ziva glanced at her phone again, pressing the home button to see if she had missed any calls or texts.

"That's nice. You'll at least get to enjoy yourself at a wedding then…" He trailed on when she looked at him. "When I got married, it was during the summer as well. My wife and I were ecstatic at how warm it was in D.C. during the time, record heat."

"You were married?" Ziva studied him intently, listening to the unknown information he was finally telling her.

"Yes, for three years to a woman from London. She had been studying overseas here in the United States and I had met her at med school. She wanted to work in pediatrics and eventually move to the states when she was done with school. I never had a serious relationship in all of my years before meeting her and she changed me. So, I proposed and we decided that we would take our time getting married. But then, she was diagnosed with leukemia and we rushed the wedding. We got married a month later. Two years later, she lost the battle." He looked down, closing his eyes and remembering the face of the woman that was once his.

"I am sorry to hear that." Ziva quietly said, wondering why the man she thought was such a big creep just became a softy right in front of her. Perhaps those sayings are true that when someone goes through tragedy, they become a different person.

"It is fine. She is in a safe place now where no disease or anyone can hurt her again. I swore I would never meet anyone that could make my heart pace go up again…but then, I met you." He looked up again, smiling at Ziva. "You gave me that piece of hope back when you became my patient."

Ziva was stunned, unaware of what to say. "That….that is very kind of you, Mark."

"Listen, I don't want to be too passive aggressive with you. I just want you to know that I like you and I haven't felt like this in a long time. So, I hope we can just enjoy dinner tonight and see how everything goes." He insisted, reaching across the table to touch her warm hands.

She sighed, glancing at her phone again and realizing that no one would be calling her during this dinner because fate was never in her honor. She looked towards the hand that was now touching hers, a relief sweeping over her from the physical contact she had wished for, for months now since Tony's absence. "Yes, let's see how it goes…" She answered back, unaware of what her heart was telling her.