Ziva's heart thundered in her ears as she stood out of sight, waiting for Tony, whom she'd spent most of the day avoiding, to leave for home. She watched as her partner stood, opened a drawer and pulled out his Sig and badge, then slung his backpack over his shoulder and grabbed his jacket. He stopped at her desk and looked around. Seeing her own backpack and jacket gone he shook his head and then headed to the elevator. She watched as he jabbed the down button. When the doors opened she tensed and timing it perfectly she rushed forward, slipping between the closing doors. Immediately, she felt Tony's eyes on her.

"I thought you left already." He was surprised to see her.

"No. I was waiting for you." Ziva, her eyes studying the elevator floor, was unable to look at Tony. Their future depended on his reaction to what she was about to say. "I wanted to...., to apologize for my behavior earlier. I, uh crossed a line. I am sorry."

When Tony made no reply Ziva glanced up at his face. He was studying her, his emerald eyes filled with emotions she was unable to read.

"Tony?" she asked confusion marring her face. She was almost afraid to hear his answer.

"Sorry Ziva. I can't accept your apology." Tony told her firmly just as the elevator doors opened to the parking garage.

Ziva swallowed hard as sadness and regret slammed through her body. Tears flooded her eyes, which she blinked rapidly, not wanting him to see her pain. She nodded, and dropped her eyes to the ground again. "I understand," she told him, her voice thick with emotion. "I will request a transfer back to Israel first thing Monday morning." Then she hurried from the elevator, heading for her car, not daring to wait for his reply.

"Ziva! Ziva wait!" She heard Tony calling her, but refused to stop. She wouldn't, couldn't allow him to see the tears now running down her cheeks. He would know then that her heart was breaking and she couldn't bear that, it would simply be too humiliating. To have him know that she wanted to be more than simply partners and friends while he didn't was just too painful. She should have heeded her father's lessons, love was a weakness, and showing it even more so. She had lost her edge, relaxed her Mossad training, and now she would have to live with the painful consequences.

Tony chased after his partner, his own heart now hammering inside his chest. He knew she had misunderstood him and he had to stop her, had to explain to her what he'd meant. He reached out and grabbed her arm just above the elbow, pulling her to a stop.

"Ziva wait. Please." Tony knew he had to get her to listen to him or he would lose her forever, and being that she was the only woman he loved more than life itself, and could envision spending the rest of his life with, he refused to let that happen.

Ziva pulled free of Tony's hold, her bag falling to the ground, angry now and in her desperation to get away from him, no longer caring if he saw her tears. "What Tony? What is so important?" she demanded, her voice breaking. "You have already said you can not accept my apology, what can there be left to say?" she asked, not sure how much more her battered heart could take.

"You didn't let me finish, just like you didn't give me a chance to respond this morning before you ran off," Tony ground out, his own desperation turning briefly to anger.

Ziva nodded, keeping her eyes on the floor. Tony was correct. She had run off this morning, and again just now. She took a deep breath and managed to stop the sobs wanting to explode from her body.

"Ziva, look at me please," he slipped a hand beneath her chin and tilted her head up. "Why do you want to go back to Israel?"

Ziva sighed and shook her head. "I do not want to Tony, but if you can not forgive what I did this morning, how can we remain partners? I..., I am the one who k-kissed you, I should be the one t-to leave the team, yes?"

"No Ziva, absolutely not," Tony replied hurriedly. "Neither one of us is going to leave the team. When I said I couldn't accept your apology it wasn't because I can't forgive you. It's because there's nothing to forgive. When you kissed me..., well if you'd given me a chance I would have...."

"Yes Tony, what would you have done?" Ziva asked, looking up into his green eyes. Her heart pounding with a mix of hope and fear.

"This!" Tony reached out and pulled her body to his, then he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. It was a soft kiss, gentle and loving and Ziva melted against him. Tony deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing her lips before slipping between them to sweep around her mouth. He tasted the tears that had run down her face and over her lips. It broke his heart that she had been in so much pain because of him.

He pulled back and looked into her deep brown eyes, "Spend the weekend with me?"

"Yes!" Ziva smiled back at him, happiness shining from her eyes as she bent down to pick up her bag. Tony took it from her and, started to lead her towards his car.

"Wait," she pulled back and he panicked for a moment, thinking she'd changed her mind. She hurried over to her mini, unlocked the door and reached inside. He smiled when he saw her emergency bag in her hand. She walked back to his side and slipped her hand in his.


AN: I have this story mostly written and am steadily working on the last few chapers. I will update if you all review and tell me you think it's a decent start. Just a warning it will be mostly fluff with some smut thrown in to keep it exciting. So review and tell me what you think.