A/N: FINAL CHAPTER :'( I'm a little sad to see this story go. Thanks a million billion trillion to everyone who has reviewed, read, favourited or alerted this story. I love you all! I tried to make it long at exciting so hope you like it! PS took part of the plot from one of my failed stories. But only a tiny bit!
"How could you do this to me?" Ziva screamed, storming through the house trying to get away from Tony.
"Sweetie, I—" he tried to calm her, unsuccessfully.
"Don't 'sweetie' me, Tony. I thought you loved me, I thought you were serious about us."
"Oh, please, if you were then we wouldn't be having this conversation, would we?" She stopped walking and looked him right in the eyes with a dagger stare.
"You know, I should have known. I may have fallen for you but you're still the same man with commitment issues, with a new girlfriend every few weeks. You haven't changed."
Tony grabbed Ziva's wrist, harshly, tightly enough to bruise. "Listen to me, David, because I'm only gonna say this once: I have changed. And if you think so little of me that you assume I'd leave you then I don't want to be a part of this relationship anymore."
They stood there a few moments, panting, Ziva's wrist aching.
"Fine," Ziva snarled.
Tony wanted to cry, to beg for her to change her mind, to let him explain everything, but his damn pride got the better of him. He stormed out the door, slamming it so hard that a picture came off the wall and smashed. A photo of them together. Ziva smashed her fist angrily against the wall, bursting into tears.
12 Hours Earlier...
After nearly a month of not exercising, Ziva's body seemed to welcome a ten mile run through the park near her place. It was a lovely day. The sun was shining and the grass was an almost unnaturally healthy shade of green. In short shorts and a tank top she jogged casually down the path, her iPod blasting music into her ears.
Clearly she wasn't the only one who decided it was a nice morning for a jog. There were joggers everywhere, most of the women in sports bras. It was comforting that she was at least modest.
Sitting on a bench in that very same park was Tony DiNozzo. With a box of chocolates in his lap, waiting for Ziva to take her to breakfast. He couldn't help thinking of the movie Forrest Gump.
He was enjoying the easy sights of the park when he heard panting beside him. A woman, probably twenty-five, blonde, thin, a little sweaty.
"Gone for a run?" he asked, pressing the 'send' button on a text to Ziva that said, 'Meet me at the park bench near the playground'.
But when he turned to face the woman, he realised he recognised her.
"Tony?" she asked, smiling.
"Hi Diane," he said awkwardly. The woman who never seemed to understand the word 'no'. "How have you been?"
"Fine. I've been trying to call you for months but for some reason the numbers are blocked from my cell and home phone."
"Oh...uh, yeah I gotta talk to the phone company about that. Thanks for reminding me." He had had McGee block the number before he left for the USS Ronald Reagan.
"So...what do you say we grab a little breakfast?" She bit her lip, and winked. "After all, we have so much to catch up on."
She leaned in and kissed Tony on the lips, making Tony drop the box of chocolates he had been holding. He was about to push her away, but then he remembered one tiny detail: she had a black belt in karate, and was triggered very easily. Making the wrong move now might result in severe injuries.
Now in a great mood, Ziva was approaching the park bench Tony had been talking about. But she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw him kissing that woman!
She wanted to explode; to throw something heavy at him; to shoot him, even, but she couldn't. Not here at least. Especially since the team were in the middle of a case. No, she would wait until tonight, and deal with him then. For now, she sent him a text back saying, Can't meet u, gotta take a shower and get 2 work, and sprinted home as fast as she could.
When Tony's phone vibrated, it was a reasonable excuse for him to pull away from Diane. When he read the text, it didn't occur to him that she had seen the kiss, so he decided to try and leave because he no longer had any business at the park.
"Look, Diane, I uh..." he needed a good lie. "I'm a widower." He tried to look sad. "She died last month. I'm sorry, I'm just so confused." He buried his head in his hands for effect.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Diane patted his back, not really sure what to do. "I should go."
Tony watched her walk away, waiting until she was completely gone, then set off for work.
All day, Ziva avoided Tony. She tried to focus on solving the case. Whenever there was a job to do, she volunteered. She was only in the same room with him when absolutely necessary, and when she was, she was completely focused on the case. She tried to talk in the least words possible, all because she knew it wouldn't take much to remind her of the pain she had felt that morning; the betrayal, the hurt, the rage, it was all bubbling inside of her, and soon she had to let it out.
When it finally came for the time to arrive home, Ziva didn't hold back.
When Ziva cried, it was contained; whimpers and sobs were the most you got out of her. But not this time. This was pure howling, which lasted almost an hour, by which time she could no longer speak because her throat was so sore. She had cuts on her hands from the broken glass from the picture that had smashed. She had loved Tony with all her heart, and he had shattered it, just like the picture. She wished so badly that it hadn't happened but she realised the reality that it did happen and there was nothing she could do about it. Her phone had been ringing non-stop with the special ringtone that Tony had set for his calls only: I Think I Love You by the Partridge Family. It only made more tears fall. She simply sent Abby a message: Help.
Tony crashed the night in the cheapest hotel he could find. He didn't know how long this was going to last and was for too tired to go on a hotel hunt now. He was so upset not even alcohol would help now. He loved Ziva more than anything in the world, and now she hated him. He had broken her heart, something he had never wanted to do. He wanted to tell her what had happened, even though she probably wouldn't believe it, but she wasn't answering his calls. He collapsed onto the hard hotel mattress, fully clothed, clutching the photo of Ziva he kept in his wallet, tears blurring his vision, and stared at it until the small hours of the morning.
"Ziva! Ziva, where are you?" Abby called from the front door. Ziva didn't answer. Abby stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the Israeli sitting by the back door, broken glass surrounding her, a bruised wrist, and cuts on her hands.
"Oh my God, Ziva, what happened?" Abby asked, knowing it must have been really terrible to make her this upset.
"It's Tony..." she whispered hoarsely. "I..." she could barely bring herself to say it. "I think we broke up."
Abby took the crying girl into her arms. "Shh, Ziva, I'll take care of you. Come on, let's get you cleaned up, then we'll talk about it."
Abby got Ziva a box of super soft tissues and a glass of water while she tended to the wounds on her hands. She got all the glass out with a pair of tweezers and cleaned the cuts and bandaged them up neatly. She made some chicken soup for Ziva's throat and pulled her out some comfy PJs.
"Thank you, Abby," Ziva said when her voice was somewhat working again.
"What are friends for?" Abby said as Ziva slipped on loose cotton pyjama pants and a tank top. "So, can you tell me what happened?"
Ziva was hesitant at first, knowing that the story would make her cry again, which she informed Abby of, and she simply said that she couldn't help unless she knew the whole story.
So Ziva told her everything, from the park, to what happened at work to the fight. Abby was overwhelmed by it all.
"You mean he did this?" she asked, gently lifting her bruised wrist. Ziva nodded meekly. "We gotta tell Gibbs."
"Abby, no," Ziva stopped her. "It's three in the morning. He's probably asleep or drunk on bourbon."
"Fine, but you're not going to work tomorrow, and I'm staying with you."
"Abby, we have an open case." She sniffed.
"Don't worry, Ziva," Abby said, putting a hand on her friend's shoulder. "We'll get through this, one way or another."
Perfectly aware of the time, Tony called Gibbs. He didn't know who else to go to. McGee didn't know squat about relationships and Ziva had probably already recruited Abby. Gibbs had lost four wives. If there was anyone to go to about breakups, it was Gibbs.
A groggy, half-asleep Gibbs answered the cell. "Whaddaya want, DiNozzo?"
"I screwed it up, Boss," Tony whispered into the phone.
Gibbs sat up in bed, snapping to attention. "What're you talking about?"
"You broke up."
Tony sniffed through the phone.
"Oh God, DiNozzo."
"It wasn't my fault, Gibbs!"
"But it wasn't! I was waiting for her in the park and this crazy ex of mine came up to me and kissed me!"
"Why didn't you stop it?"
"She's got a black belt in karate and she uses it any chance she gets. Come on, Boss, you gotta believe me."
"How'd Ziva take it?"
"Badly. And I hurt her. I didn't mean to, I just grabbed her wrist too hard."
"She OK?" Gibbs asked frantically.
"Far as I know. Look, Gibbs, please just help me. Talk to her, tell her how much I love her and how sorry I am. She's probably got Abby over there but you're the only one who can really reach her right now."
"Tony, give it a little time. I'll go over there tomorrow, first thing, OK? I'm sure Abby will look after her until then."
"OK. Thanks Gibbs."
Abby stayed the night at Ziva's, on the sofa just in case she needed her.
But Ziva couldn't sleep. By five in the morning, the darkness was inching away a tiny bit more every minute, she wanted to get out of there, she wanted to run.
She didn't want to talk to anyone, so she left her phone on the nightstand, knowingly breaking Rule 3. She couldn't run through the park; the scene of the crime. She ran down street, sprinting as far away from the house as she could get. Finding the sidewalks annoying to run on because of all the cracks that she was constantly tripping over, she ran on the road. There were hardly any cars out this early. When one passed by, she would simply move towards the gutter and it would drive past.
But one car didn't. It came speeding round a corner and a blur of colours was the last thing Ziva saw.
When Tony heard his cell ring at six the next morning, he assumed it was Gibbs. But when he saw the caller ID was another number, one he didn't recognise, he panicked.
"Hello?" he answered, trying to sound awake.
"Is this Anthony DiNotso?" a woman said, pronouncing his last name wrong.
"It's DiNozzo," he corrected, yawning. "Who is this?"
"My name is Mary-Lee James and I work at Bethesda Naval Hospital. I have you listed as an emergency contact for..." Mary-Lee consulted her patient list. "Ziva David."
Tony almost dropped the phone. His heart sped up to a rate so fast that he thought he might need treatment.
"What's wrong? Is she OK? What happened?"
"Please calm yourself, Mr DiNozzo."
"No, you tell me what happened to her!"
"She was hit by a speeding car this morning—"
That was all Tony heard before he hung up and raced out of his hotel, leaving his credit card with the receptionist.
He called a cab and, luckily, it was there within minutes. Tony promised the driver extra if he could go a little above the speed limit. The man nodded understandingly and drove a la Gibbs as crazily fast as possible to the hospital. Upon their arrival, Tony handed the driver two hundred dollars cash from his wallet and told him to keep the change. He raced in and was relieved that the first desk he came across had a woman baring a nametag with 'Mary-Lee' written on it.
"What room is Ziva David in?" he yelled, not caring that the few people in the waiting room could hear him.
"I'm sorry, Mr DiNozzo," Mary-Lee said, automatically knowing who it was. "Miss David is in emergency. Only family members are permitted."
"I'm the only family she's got!"
"Oh, so you're related?"
"No, but her dad's all the way in Israel and doesn't care about her and her mom's dead and she killed her half-brother and her sister was killed in a Hamas bombing when she was sixteen."
"That's a...very touching story Mr DiNozzo but I'm afraid I can't break hospital protocol. You'll just have to wait."
"She's gonna be OK, right?"
"I haven't received a condition yet."
Tony slumped into the waiting room, not being able to concentrate on anything but Ziva. For hours, he tried to distract himself with magazines and posters on the walls but it didn't work. Then finally, finally, a doctor called him over.
"Are you Mr DiNozzo?" the doctor asked. He was bald and African-American. "I'm Dr. Scott."
"Yeah, Doc, that's me. Is she OK?" Tony had no time to laugh at the name, since he loved the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
"She will be. That car hit her hard. She was lucky to survive. She has two broken ribs and a skull fracture and a broken tibia bone. There's bruising to a lot of her body but as far as we can tell, she's fine. No memory loss, no brain damage."
"When can I see her?"
"Now, if you'd like. But she won't be one hundred percent."
Tony rushed into the hospital room where Ziva, his Ziva, was lying on a white hospital bed, covered in bandages and her leg was in a cast.
"Ziva," he gasped when he saw her.
"Tony." She sounded weak and tired, like all she wanted to do was fall asleep and never wake up. "What happened?"
"You were in a car accident. But you're OK now."
"Who called an ambulance?"
Tony bit his lip, looking at Dr. Scott, who consulted his clipboard.
"It was the driver of the car apparently," he said. "Janine Evans. You know her?"
Both shook their heads.
"OK, I'll give you folks a minute."
He exited, and Tony looked at the bruise on Ziva's wrist.
"I know you're sorry," she sighed. "But I don't know if I can forgive you, Tony. What you did was terrible."
"You never heard my side of the story, Ziva, please just hear me out."
She looked at him expectantly.
"The woman you saw, her name is Diane. We went out for about two months last year. I tried to break up with her because it really wasn't going anywhere and she...she completely kicked my ass. She has a black belt in karate, Ziva. Anyway, she was in the park and sat next to me on the bench, where I was waiting to take you to breakfast and she came onto me. I was gonna try to break it off but then I realised if I was too harsh she'd kick my ass again and I didn't want that happening again, especially not in public. Look, Ziva, the truth is maybe we're not meant to be together, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't try. I love you more than anything in this world and I know you love me too, right?"
"Right. And I believe you, Tony. I can tell when you're lying. Every word of that was the truth."
He carefully crept to Ziva's side and kissed her bruised cheek.
"Please, Tony," she said. "Let's not fight again. I don't think I can take it a second time."
He chuckled. "I promise. But I gotta call Gibbs. I was too busy worrying about you to remember."
Tony touched her hand and looked right into her eyes, and somehow every single little piece of Ziva's shattered heart fell back into place.
One Year Later...
"I've been thinking about names, Tony," Ziva said as she sat on the couch, flicking through a magazine, her large belly protruding from her maternity t-shirt.
"Oh yeah?" Tony asked, sitting next to her, an arm around her shoulders. "Well, that's good, because you're due in two weeks. What name are you thinking of?"
"Well, I was thinking we could name our son Marcus."
Tony's eyes widened. "Really?"
Ziva shrugged. "I don't know where we would be without him. Certainly not where we are now. What do you think?"
Tony patted her belly. "You like that, son? Marcus?"
He was overjoyed when he felt his baby kick.
"Marcus Anthony DiNozzo," Ziva said, kissing Tony on the cheek.
A/N: That's the end, folks! I hope you liked the last chapter and the story overall. Oh, and to fione.s.t, I know I agreed with you that Ziva wouldn't get pregnant but for the sake of the story I thought it might make a cute ending. Thanks so much for reading! :)