A/N: Plot bunny again.
He knew where to find her. She'd been pensive all day. And he had not the faintest hint of surprise when he saw her sitting at the bar, alone.
"What'd I tell you about drinking alone?" he said, pulling up a stool.
She said nothing, sipping whatever it was she was drinking.
"What's up with you today? This week, even. You seem…" He decided not to finish that sentence.
"I got an email from my father today," she said.
"Oh God," he thought. "This can't be good."
"My first partner from Mossad was killed in a bomb blast yesterday."
"Sorry," he said sympathetically. "Were you guys close?"
She smiled fondly at the memory. "Very. I swore when I moved to D.C. I would keep in touch with him and we didn't and now…now, it's too late." She scratched under her eye, but he had a feeling her hand was there in case it needed to catch a stray tear. "Where do you see yourself in five years?"
"You sound like those self-help seminars they make us go to every year," he replied, avoiding the question.
"I'm serious, Tony." The look on her face reflected her words, so he carefully considered her question.
"I don't know…married, kids? Team leader, maybe. I don't know. What do you want me to say? Just because I wish for it, doesn't mean it's gonna happen."
"Did you feel like this when Danny died?" she asked, taking another sip of her drink. "Did you feel guilty for not keeping in touch all those years?"
"Ziva, Danny was different. He….it was a little more complicated than just 'keeping in touch'."
"He was still your partner, was he not? He was still the person who you trusted your life with. What happens when Gibbs retires? Are we never going to see him? Things change, time passes. I do not want to lose the team. It is the best part of my life. McGee , Abby, Ducky…and despite the fact that you irritate me sometimes, the thought of not speaking to you for ten years is not something I even want to fathom."
"That's not gonna happen, Ziva," he assured her.
"How can you be so sure? We don't know what's around the corner."
"Because," he said, placing his hand over hers. "There is no way, as long as we are both walking on this planet, you're not gonna be part of my life. I promise you that. You're not someone you can just forget about and move on from. Believe me, I know."
They shouldn't have been, but from him, those words were enough to ease her worries. She was always amazed at how he could do that; make her feel better in an instant.
She wanted to thank him, but couldn't form the words. She simply smiled at him, and in the semi-darkness of the bar, he smiled back.
It was incredible how well he knew her; how well he could read her mind. It was one of the things she loved about him the most.
A/N: Don't know what that was. The end.