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A/N: Before you read this story I will tell you that English is not my native language but I just love to read, write or speak it :). Also this is my first story in English so I would be very happy if you leave me a comment what I could do better.

Also, I will not update this story regularly. I will update it if I have the time and/or joy to do so.
I wrote Chapter 2 already, but I will update it on next friday. :) So have fun reading this! And please leave me a review 3

It's not love if it doesn't hurt

It was a friday. Case closed. The members of team Gibbs went home, rule 11, when the job is done, walk away. And that was exactly what one very special agent Anthony DiNozzo did.

It was early, he would grab some take-out, maybe Chinese, grab a good movie he did not watch before and get drunk. It was exactly two years ago when he left Ziva in Israel behind. The first few months were really hard for him, he got drunk very often and did not know what to do with himself. Normally he would be watching the movie with Ziva and eat and drink with her. But she's far away, on her lovely trip finding herself.

But a few months ago he found life again. He found something which gives him hope and he is content. Not happy, but content at the moment.

He parked the car in front of the Chinese restaurant, when his phone vibrated in his pocket.

"Anthony DiNozzo."

"Hey Tony, I was wondering if you want some company tonight?" she asked.

"Sorry, but not today. Maybe Monday?"

"Yeah, of course. See you!"

"Bye."

Thirty minutes later he was going down the floor to his apartment when he saw a figure moving in the shadows. He immediately took his gun out.

"Hey! Come out of the shadows!"

He or she did not make any afford to move. Tony took one step closer. Somehow he knew that small figure which seemed to be so fragile.

"Who- who are you?" Tony asked, "I know you, is that you? –No. it cannot be."

She moved out from the corner. Tony was in a shock. He dropped his gun and holstered it.

"Ziva!" his voice sounded full of happiness.

Ziva smiled. "Hello, Tony. I'm back."

Tony could not speak any single word right now, so he just went to her and swooped her into a hug. She was real. It wasn't an illusion. She was there, live, in front of him.

He leaned back and kissed her. At first soft but their kiss grew passionate. They stumbled through his apartment, take-out long forgotten. It was the first night they spent together in two years.