A/N Written because 'Dead Man Walking' is one of my favourite episodes. That and I love Tiva.
I'm Here For You
Tony stood on the doorstep, still trying to decide whether he should ring the doorbell or not.
Ziva was home; he could see the lounge room light on.
Today had been an interesting day.
"I am so bored!" Tony exclaimed. He picked up a wad of paper and threw it at Ziva, who shook her head.
"Was that really necessary?" she said.
Tony grinned. "No."
Gibbs' phone rang. "Yeah, Gibbs."
"I am seriously hoping that that is Dispatch calling. I can't handle another day of sitting around here," Tony groaned, leaning down ready to grab his gear.
"Yeah…alright…thanks for letting me know," Gibbs said, hanging up the phone.
"No case?" Tony said, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice.
Now the whole team was looking at him.
"What's going on Boss?" McGee asked.
"Lieutenant Roy Sanders died this morning. That was Bethesda calling to let us know," Gibbs said.
Tony looked over at Ziva, who was staring at her hands.
At the end of the day, there had still been no case.
"Alright. Go home. Get some rest. Be ready to actually work tomorrow. And that includes you, DiNozzo," Gibbs added.
"Hey, I broke my pencil balancing record three times today," Tony said. He watched as Ziva practically flew past him to the elevator.
The entire Sanders case had had an impact on Ziva. Tony could tell, no matter how much she denied it, that Ziva had fallen for Roy. He could see it every time Roy was mentioned.
Tony had gone with Ziva when she told Roy that it was Holly who made him sick. Tony watched from the doorway, but was forced to look away when Ziva took Roy's hand.
Seeing Ziva with someone else made Tony feel jealous. He couldn't help it. Even though he was with Jeanne.
Jeanne. What would she say if she knew where Tony was right now?
Tony rang to doorbell.
"Who is it?" came Ziva's voice from inside.
Tony went inside.
Ziva was sitting on the couch, a magazine in her hands and her feet tucked up under her. "Hi Tony."
They were silent for a moment. "Any reason that you're here?" she asked.
"Spit it out, DiNozzo."
"I just wanted to make sure you were okay," Tony said.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Ziva asked, turning the page.
Oh great. She's playing the clueless card, Tony thought. "Roy."
Ziva tensed up involuntarily. "What about him?"
Tony sat down next to her. "Ziva, come on."
"Come on what, Tony?"
"I know you liked him, Ziva. I know," Tony said quietly. He noticed that there was a box of tissues on the floor next to the couch.
"It's alright Ziva. Really. I just wanted to make sure you were okay," he said. He stood up and began walking to the door.
"Tony." He turned around to look at her.
"Thank you," Ziva said.
Tony smiled. "You're welcome."
Ziva closed her magazine. Except now, she was smiling.
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