Series: - No Series - #1
Chapters: 001 Word Count: 743
Character(s): Tony DiNozzo, Ziva David
Category(ies): Angst/Drama, Episode Related, Fluff
Summary: She stares at the empty space in front of her and wonders if she did the right thing. Tag to "Reunion". Angsty-yet-fluffy. One-shot. Spoilers.
Spoilers: Truth and Consequences
Word Count: 584
Summary: She stares at the empty space in front of her and wonders if she did the right thing. Tag to “Reunion”. Angsty-yet-fluffy. One-shot. Spoilers.
Disclaimer: All belongs to CBS and Don Bellisario.
A/N: I decided to put my season 7 tags in separate fics instead of one. I hope you enjoy this one! I personally wasn’t too satisfied with the ep. The kiss was cute though (: And no, I refrained from killing/hurting Tony this time. Thanks to A Fanfiction Angel for beta-ing again :DDDD
Finally Home by Leah Z
“But that does not matter, just like, it does not matter how it worked out for Michael.”
“So what does?”
It comes out as a broken whisper, and she feels the despair in his words. She knows it’s her fault, and she desperately wants to fix it.
“That you had my back,” there’s a strange prickle in her eye “That you have always had my back,” she pauses. It’s hard, but she knows she has to finish “and that I was wrong to question your motives.”
She sees the glimmer of hope in his eyes, but it diminished almost immediately.
“So why did you?” and it’s that voice again, sad, forlorn, lost.
Ari and Michael. She loved them, and perhaps she still does somewhere deep down, but they betrayed her trust, and it hurt.
“I could not afford to trust you.”
She loved Tony. To be betrayed by him would be too much to bear.
But she knows now that it was selfish, selfish and wrong. Abby was right. How could she have doubted him?
“I thought you didn’t know what to say.”
“Guess I had a long time to think about… things,” she trails off.
It’s true. Three months of solitude, the thoughts were her only company.
“I’m sorry, Ziva.”
“No, it is I, who am sorry.”
She balances herself on the front of her feet and leans forward. His eyes widen ever so slightly as her lips gently come in contact with his check.
She thinks that it’s only the right thing to do.
“Your instincts were right. You weren’t a cop and I should have never faulted you for thinking �"”
She’s stopped mid-sentence when he suddenly jerks her by the shoulder. She can feel the butterflies in her stomach.
“I’m a cop,” he smiles, placing a hand on the back of her neck “Genius.”
And it’s like he was never there.
She stares at the empty space in front of her and wonders if she did the right thing.