AN: Beta'ed by Charma10 - who is a fantastic idea-wall. Things bounce off her like you wouldn't believe! ;-) Thanks for your help, Jaimee, with posting Hold On. And thanks for giving me a reason to finally suck it up and learn how to use darned LJ.
Tuesday Nights is a WIP - aiming for 9 chapters. The entire Hold On series looks like it will be a 3 parter, if everything stays on track. :) Here's hoping!
Ps: Yes, in my NCIS universe, I killed off Jeanne, too. Just a complication I didn't wanna cope with.

The Mossad surveillance was true; he had come to her apartment once a week for quite some time. Always Tuesday nights.

It started easily enough – a nightly jog as he showed her the local trails and paths. Of course, with the two of them, the jog inevitably turned into a race. The loser was resigned to cooking dinner back at her place – and the winner selecting the night's movie.

It was a nice relaxing routine. She enjoyed the camaraderie. He enjoyed ... the entire thing. Being friends with a woman who didn't want to sleep with him was a new thing for Tony. His female friends had always been either prospective lays or current girlfriends or former girlfriends where they tried to remain friendly post-relationship-implosion.

During Tony's involvement with Jeanne, his Tuesdays with Ziva had slowly been turned into Tuesday nights with Jeanne. He didn't realize how much he depended on those nights with Ziva to keep him sane and centered.

The sex with Jeanne was great. That much he never denied.

But there was something about Tuesday that was worth more than getting laid. And Tony didn't realize that until it was too late.

He showed up at her door a few weeks after Jeanne's death. He was trying to put his life back together. It felt odd driving over there in his running shoes and shorts. It felt awkward when she answered the door in a cocktail dress, her makeup perfectly done for an evening out.

It felt like a kick in the gut when she coolly said she had plans for Tuesday. And it felt like a slap in the face when she said she'd be busy next Tuesday, too.

He'd been replaced.

Replaced by a few martinis at a bar with her neighbor, Bailey, and Bailey's gaggle of female friends.

Ziva had a life.

And it didn't include him anymore.