Time Gone By ✡ NCIS TIVA Fanfiction

Chapter 4

(The next day)

The few things he had here in the hospital were easily packed up. He was ready to leave.

"You are really sure that you don't want to stay any longer? Just to make sure, that you are okay, Mr. DiNozzo…"

"No, I am alright. Thanks" Tony interjected the nurse. She was the same as the days before, a young careful read-haired woman with dark confident eyes. Of course she was nice, but she always had another opinion as Tony. She just meant it well.

"Okay then!" she said while DiNozzo walked down the floor. Then she turned around. There were other patients she had to look for.

Twenty Minutes later, he arrived at his apartment. He often moved; that was one of the reasons why he felt nowhere like home. The NCIS headquarters felt more like home than this decent couple of rooms.

Lost in his thoughts, he wanted to open his door. But it was already opened. Someone broke into his apartment.

Suddenly, he felt dizzy. Maybe he should have listened to the ginger nurse. Maybe he should have stayed in the hospital just for another day.

He took a deep breath before he pulled out his gun. Then he walked silently into the apartment, searching for an interloper.

"Is there anyone?" he shouted, entering the kitchen. He couldn't see anyone, just like in his living room. "This is not funny! I am a federal agent and I have a gun! Come out, whoever you are!" He felt stupid. There seemed to be no one.

He was yelling at the walls. Sighing he put his gun back into its holster. He fell down on his bed and massaged his head. He would just take a fast nap.

When he would wake up, he'd feel better, he promised himself. Grumbling he took off his shoes. Then he just closed his eyes and tried to sleep. "Am I disturbing you?"

He had pulled out his gun faster than he sat up. It pointed right at the dark haired woman who leaned against his bedroom wall. She wasn't smiling.

Her hair fell curly about her shoulders.

It was longer than the last time they met. Tony didn't know how to react. On the one hand, he wanted to slam her against the wall and kiss her, but on the other -

"What the hell are you doing here, Ziva?" He didn't put the gun down, just to not feel weak. She had made him so vulnerable. He thought he'd never see her again, she broke his heart.

"Why are you here?" he repeated, a bit calmer. Her eyes were cold, but she wasn't afraid of the gun that was pointed at her.

"I am sorry" she began, but her voice cracked.

She took a deep breath. "I thought I needed to start all over again, you remember?" "Yes, I remember" he wanted to answer, but he couldn't say a word.

"Well, that idea kind of blew up itself" she continued. Her view was focused on a point at the other edge of the room, just to avoid looking into his eyes.

"What does that mean?" he asked doubtful. Finally he got his voice back.

"You broke my heart, you told me you'd never come back and I never expected to see you ever again in my life, and I think I deserve to know what you're doing in my room, after you watched me getting beaten up by some stranger in the Navy Yard without even trying to help. You could have taken care of this, you could have kicked that guys' ass before his gun came even near my head!"

"Tony, I got a reason for this!" she broke into his shouting. "Oh, that might better be a really good reason because I am really pissed off at the moment!" he replied loudly. She finally looked into his eyes and suddenly he wished he hadn't said all those things.

He had forgotten how it was to look into her eyes; he had forgotten how beautiful she actually was.

Ziva stood up with a broken expression on her face. She looked down on the floor.

"You want to know the reason why I'm back? You really want?" she asked silently.

Her eyes were filled with tears when she looked back into his eyes.

"I am pregnant."