"Ziva. Please talk to me." she lifted her head and looked him straight in the eye.
"What's up? You are usually not so fragile." instead to answer she let her head sink again. Tony noticed it earlier so he took her head into his hands.
"Ziva." he wispered. He looked into her eyes again. Her eyes are filled with tears. So he hugged her and stroked her back to calm her down.
After she realized what just happend she steped away from him and murmured: "I am so weak"
"What do you mean with it?"
"Oh gosh! Did I really say that loud?" he nodded and asked the same question again.
She hesitanted and said: " I was trained to not show any emotiones. And now. Now I am just a big hole."
"You're not a hole!"
"Yes I am and believe me I'm not the only one who think like this"
"Really? Who else does believe that?!"
She took a breath and said: "My father"
"My goodness Ziva! Seriously? Your father? I thought you're over it! He let you die in the desert!"
By this memory she shoke. She actually wants to forget about Somalia but it seams that it doesn't work.
He saw that she tensed.
"Oh my gosh! Ziva. I am so sorry! I did not wanted.." but she interruped him.
"It's okay Tony. I'm fine." she tried to relax to show him that she is really 'fine' but it did not work.
"Ziva. Please stop to be strong. I know you are trained to be but don't you see that it breaks you? I mean look at you, you look totally messed up. At least you can't tell me that you didn't cry because that's a lie and you know that too."
