The Heart Will Lead You To Your Home - Chapter 1
The Heart Will Lead You To Your Home
Pairing: Tony/Ziva
Tony sat in his seat on the plane, sighing heavily. He didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want to be without her. He’d done that before, and it had nearly killed him. He’d gone on a suicide mission and came out alive, with Ziva. It had been a shock to see her when he did, but what he said to her was true. “Couldn’t live without you, I guess.” And that’s the thought that changes his life.
Tony picked up his duffel bag - he hated travelling with suitcases if it wasn’t necessary, and this time it hadn’t been. He stood up, careful not to knock his head, suddenly thankful that the stairs were still there, and the door had not been shut. It was probably one of the most drastic, impulse decisions he had made - and he knew there was many impulse decisions he made. He stood in the doorway of the plane, hesitating for a moment, not sure that Ziva would still be out there. He knew that she wouldn’t approve of him getting off the plane, but there are some things that you do for love, and getting off your flight away from the one you love, is something you do. He stepped out of the plane, and looked over to where she had last been. She wasn’t there, but there was a body walking away from the space she had been.
Quickly shoving his bag onto his shoulder, coat over the same one, he nearly ran down the steps, nearly falling over at the last one. He jogged towards the person that was leaving, and as he got closer, he could see the familiar shape of her, and the unmistakable waves of her unruly hair.
“Ziva!” Tony called to her, praying that she’d turn around and look at him. He himself stopped, not wanting to be too close to her just in case she reacted badly - something she know she could, and possibly would, however unlikely, do. He saw her stop, and stand up straighter - she’d been slightly hunched earlier on. Ziva did the one thing he hoped she’d do. Ziva turned, albeit slowly, almost as if she didn’t want to believe that Tony had gotten off the plane for her - not anyone else. There was no one else for him to get off for.
As she turned, he immediately noticed the wet sheen to her cheeks - she’d been crying, quite a lot, it seemed, and still was, and Tony’s heart sank and lifted at the same time. Lifting because she’d turned, she cared so much, and sinking because she’d been crying so much, and because of him, because sometimes, some people shouldn’t be separated.
“Tony,” Ziva breathed out, her voice barely audible over the sound of the plane not far behind. “Why are you not on the plane?” It was almost a repeat of a long ago conversation between the two of them, something they’re both fully aware of, and they both know what’s going to come next, something that brings tears to Tony’s eyes, and brings more to Ziva’s already puffy and red eyes.
He takes a breath to calm himself, to try and stop his voice from shaking, but knows ultimately it’ll fail, that he’ll cry, that she’ll cry too. “Can’t live without you, I guess.” He smiles, but it’s watery and bittersweet, and a tear escapes him, something he can’t help and immediately wipes away. “Tried that before, failed. I don’t want to do it again. Not anymore.”
It’s Ziva that moves forward, towards Tony, and soon enough she’s less than a foot away, a small, happy smile on her face, something that shines through her tears. She reaches up to cup Tony’s face, just as Tony drops his bag and coat onto the floor. He repeats the action on her face, though with both hands, wiping the tears away gently with his thumbs.
“Do you not have to get back to D.C? To home?” Ziva says in a hushed tone, after all there’s no point in being loud.
Tony isn’t one for clichés usually but sometimes they work just right. “Home is where the heart is, Ziva.” He removes a hand from her face, and Ziva can feel the chill of the wind on the still wet patches of her face, and she almost shivers. He lifts up her hand and points with his index finger, into it. “And my heart is in here.”
Ziva removes her hand from his face, and the one from his hand, wraps her hands around his middle, leaning her face into his shoulder. As she moves in for the hug he removes his other hand and does the same, putting his arms around her too.
They stay that way for a while, so long that the plane takes off, and that solidifies it for them both. Tony now cannot get home, at least for a while, and that means he’s staying. They separate a few minutes after the plane takes off, both now tearless, but highly emotional, something that could backfire easily. Tony kisses her forhead and collects his stuff off the floor.
“C’mon, let’s go home now, Ziva.” He says, and puts his arm around her waist, and is thankful that she allows that. He’s even happier, however, when she does the same back.
Pairing: Tony/Ziva
Tony sat in his seat on the plane, sighing heavily. He didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want to be without her. He’d done that before, and it had nearly killed him. He’d gone on a suicide mission and came out alive, with Ziva. It had been a shock to see her when he did, but what he said to her was true. “Couldn’t live without you, I guess.” And that’s the thought that changes his life.
Tony picked up his duffel bag - he hated travelling with suitcases if it wasn’t necessary, and this time it hadn’t been. He stood up, careful not to knock his head, suddenly thankful that the stairs were still there, and the door had not been shut. It was probably one of the most drastic, impulse decisions he had made - and he knew there was many impulse decisions he made. He stood in the doorway of the plane, hesitating for a moment, not sure that Ziva would still be out there. He knew that she wouldn’t approve of him getting off the plane, but there are some things that you do for love, and getting off your flight away from the one you love, is something you do. He stepped out of the plane, and looked over to where she had last been. She wasn’t there, but there was a body walking away from the space she had been.
Quickly shoving his bag onto his shoulder, coat over the same one, he nearly ran down the steps, nearly falling over at the last one. He jogged towards the person that was leaving, and as he got closer, he could see the familiar shape of her, and the unmistakable waves of her unruly hair.
“Ziva!” Tony called to her, praying that she’d turn around and look at him. He himself stopped, not wanting to be too close to her just in case she reacted badly - something she know she could, and possibly would, however unlikely, do. He saw her stop, and stand up straighter - she’d been slightly hunched earlier on. Ziva did the one thing he hoped she’d do. Ziva turned, albeit slowly, almost as if she didn’t want to believe that Tony had gotten off the plane for her - not anyone else. There was no one else for him to get off for.
As she turned, he immediately noticed the wet sheen to her cheeks - she’d been crying, quite a lot, it seemed, and still was, and Tony’s heart sank and lifted at the same time. Lifting because she’d turned, she cared so much, and sinking because she’d been crying so much, and because of him, because sometimes, some people shouldn’t be separated.
“Tony,” Ziva breathed out, her voice barely audible over the sound of the plane not far behind. “Why are you not on the plane?” It was almost a repeat of a long ago conversation between the two of them, something they’re both fully aware of, and they both know what’s going to come next, something that brings tears to Tony’s eyes, and brings more to Ziva’s already puffy and red eyes.
He takes a breath to calm himself, to try and stop his voice from shaking, but knows ultimately it’ll fail, that he’ll cry, that she’ll cry too. “Can’t live without you, I guess.” He smiles, but it’s watery and bittersweet, and a tear escapes him, something he can’t help and immediately wipes away. “Tried that before, failed. I don’t want to do it again. Not anymore.”
It’s Ziva that moves forward, towards Tony, and soon enough she’s less than a foot away, a small, happy smile on her face, something that shines through her tears. She reaches up to cup Tony’s face, just as Tony drops his bag and coat onto the floor. He repeats the action on her face, though with both hands, wiping the tears away gently with his thumbs.
“Do you not have to get back to D.C? To home?” Ziva says in a hushed tone, after all there’s no point in being loud.
Tony isn’t one for clichés usually but sometimes they work just right. “Home is where the heart is, Ziva.” He removes a hand from her face, and Ziva can feel the chill of the wind on the still wet patches of her face, and she almost shivers. He lifts up her hand and points with his index finger, into it. “And my heart is in here.”
Ziva removes her hand from his face, and the one from his hand, wraps her hands around his middle, leaning her face into his shoulder. As she moves in for the hug he removes his other hand and does the same, putting his arms around her too.
They stay that way for a while, so long that the plane takes off, and that solidifies it for them both. Tony now cannot get home, at least for a while, and that means he’s staying. They separate a few minutes after the plane takes off, both now tearless, but highly emotional, something that could backfire easily. Tony kisses her forhead and collects his stuff off the floor.
“C’mon, let’s go home now, Ziva.” He says, and puts his arm around her waist, and is thankful that she allows that. He’s even happier, however, when she does the same back.