Gibbs looked at her as she shut the passenger side door. He couldn't describe the look in her eyes. It was pained, it was sad, it was angry...

She was heartbroken.

He reached over to her and gently put his hand behind her head, stroking her hair comfortingly.

"What can I do?" he asked, his voice calm and quiet. There was sadness in his voice as well.

He hated seeing her hurt. She was like a daughter to him, a precious daughter. He loved her like his own.

He had already lost one daughter, and he was not about to lose another.

He had known Ray wasn't a good fit for her, ever since the beginning. He was CIA... That meant secrets and secrecy, neither of which were good in a relationship.

It was not only that he was CIA. Gibbs had always been a good judge of character. He trusted his gut.

His gut had told him Ray was no good.

Gibbs had known that Ray and Ziva were a bad fit. He knew that this was going to end in heartbreak for her... So why did he let it go on so long?

He knew why. He wanted Ziva to be happy, and Ray seemed to do just that. Her face would light up whenever she got a call or an email from him...

And then he was gone, for two months. No contact. No closure. Nothing.

And if that wasn't the worst part... He was a murderer! He lied to her face. It had happened before, and there was no doubt in Gibbs' mind that it would happen time and time again.

But that had been the last straw for Ziva. She did not trust easily. Every man she trusted she either lost, or got betrayed by. And when she finally opened up, let someone in... He turns around and stabs her in the back.

She wanted marriage. She wanted kids. She wanted a permanent future with a family and a white-picket fence, but she did not want them with Ray. She had thought she had... But she was wrong.

Ziva David had had her heart broken many times. This time, however, she was convinced it would be different. Never before had she had a father to console her.

Gibbs genuinely cared. Unlike Eli, he accepted her and all of her flaws. She didn't have to pretend with him. The idea of breaking down, just letting go and letting Gibbs catch her as she fell, was almost too tempting to pass up.

Almost.

What can I do?

There were so many things he could do for her right now. He could hold her, he could talk to her, he could go beat up the bastard who hurt her in the first place... All of these are very tempting.

But this is not the place, nor the time. She will need him to hold her eventually, and that time may come sooner than she expects.

Right now, however, she needs to grieve. She needs to be alone to just think this out, get her thoughts in order. Ray may have been a jerk, a murderer, a bastard... but she had loved him before all of that. She wants the old Ray back.

And she knows she can never have him back. He is gone.

Forever.

She needs to grieve for her loss. She had only held onto him, despite everything, because she thought that Mr. Miami was still hidden in there somewhere. She thought she could salvage the pieces of the old Ray and piece him back together again.

It was only now that she realizes that she can never have that Ray back. That Ray is dead, and she needs time alone to grieve for her loss.

Gibbs can mend her heart back together later, there is plenty of time for that. There is nothing for he can do for her right now. Except...

"Drive. Just drive."

A/N: ahh the mandatory 9.13 tag. Never written a tag like this before, I hope it was satisfactory and actually makes sense.

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