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Geshem-Rain (noun)ם שֶׁ גֶ

Sprinklings of water turn to a matter of buckets in such a few moment. In one of those moments she was fleeing from his apartment.

She's now in the rain, wishing she could be dry and warm with him. She kicks herself for walking away but she knows it would require going back. She promised to never look back. Not for anything- it's one of her rules or guidelines or maybe she's just stubborn.

He calls her name but she's too far away, walking away on the clouds made of puddles. Her coat bundles up at her fists, keeping the chilled air out. Her head is down, watching the pavement roll on past her. He's on her tail. He calls again and she stops in her tracks.

He yells again, on the verge of crashing into another proverbial wall just so he can be the one to break it down. "For God's sake, turn around!"

Now with theses stupid contradictions or hypotheticals, he makes her turn around. If you ever come back to me, then it would be meant to be.

If her eyes look watery, he knows it's not from the rain.

His eyes are glimmering from stress and love and a bundle of worry. She knows that's not from the rain, either.

They do this to each other. In the pouring rain, they do this.

"I'm jealous," he half-yells at her through the sound of rain hitting the street and the few cars passing by.

"Tony. Why?" Her tears are not noticeable, but by the exhaustion in her voice, physical evidence is not needed. She was crying.

His voice cracks at the beginning, "I'm jealous because you can be happy." He swallows and takes a step forward. When he does, his eyes drift upwards to her. "You can be happy without me. To me, it doesn't make sense."

"Tony…" Her lungs fill and deflate and she can only watch this man in front of her. Where will the words find her? When it's too late? Her mouth stays open but nothing comes.

"No, let me…" So he cuts her off and she follows. Suddenly, the rain didn't seem like such a pressing matter anymore. "Ziva, I told you when you left me that there's nothing to forgive. You had to do what you had to do, right? But now you're standing in front of me and I can't help myself. It was easy for you, Ziva, to leave. I'm envious how you can walk away just as easy. I'm jealous of the wind, the sun, your clothes because they get to touch you or even make an impact in your daily life."

A single tear slips down the curve of her cheek and she can't find an expression to match how she feels. "Tony, you have it wrong. You have it so wrong."

He shakes his head, "How? Tell me where I'm wrong in how to feel?"

"I'm not happy." Her hand reaches to tame a lock of wet hair behind her ears. "I hate that you were able to stay. I'm a flight risk, Tony! I'm damaged. Who would want anything to do with me with this many battle wounds? I do everyone a favor when I stay away."

"So you choose to be miserable? What-"

"I'm not happy without you! Tony, I tried to, but I couldn't." He is surprised by her. "I can't..."

"You're with me now." In his mind, he's doing a backflip, but right now he needs to know where they stand. It's serious. "Then you are walking away from something that makes you happy."

He asks her why she came by his apartment in the first place and she doesn't answer until he steps back and looks off at a car parked across the street. She swears she missed him but by his reaction (or lack thereof) she says that it was nearly impossible to stay away. She had to see him; he needed to see her.

"Am I walking still?" She smiles under dark lashes, he steps closer. She can smell his after shave in the vicinity and ohhhh she wants to dive in.

"We can't be doing this, Ziva."

"Ruining each other?" He chuckles. She agrees. "Maybe something….i don't know…"

He reaches for her hand and she offers it. "Permanent?"

He shrugs and embraces her. She melts. Finally.

"Depends. Wanna finish what we started?"

Her laughter is softened by his shirt pressing into her. And only then does she notice the water running down her back. "We're in the rain, Tony."

He looks down to her, then to the sky and all of its greyness. "Wanna go back inside?"

"Should we?" She suggests, perfectly content in the warmth found here, where only a moment ago it was unbearably cold.

"You see, Ziva? We ruin each other. We're going to be waking up sick and we'll be to blame." He's joking, but it beginning to more obvious that the need to dry off and change.

Within seconds, Ziva reaches into his pocket for his keys and drags Tony behind her up to his apartment.

Don't let me go. She's creating pledges of his dedication to never let her go in between soft white sheets made for princesses and their siblings.

I never could dream of such a thing. And her smile twitches at her lip and even he feels it on the skin of his chest.

She inquires when he first knew he loved her.

His answer: After Damocles. When he couldn't find her, but kept wishing he could.

She reminds him that he did, and kisses him on the cheek for breakfast.

She asks him when he first knew he wanted to be with her.

His answer: Paris, the idea came to mind. Ray, when the idea stuck to his mind. When he couldn't have her, but wished he could.

She reminds him that she is, and hugs him for dinner.

A/N: I am unsure of the quality of this one. I am working on "The Moon…" and another AU story. Should update in a few days.