okay, so this will be the last chapter of this story, but i have an idea for a sequel. This chapter isn't the best and im sorry :( Thank you to all who have reviewed and read my story.

Tony opened the door, still not sure if either him or Ziva was even ready for visitors. As soon as Tony cracked the door, Abby busted forward searching for Ziva. The rest of the team, including Ducky and Palmer, waited patiently outside of the apartment to be invited in. Tony motioned with his hand for everyone to come in. The group followed Tony back into the living room, Abby's voice growing louder the closer they got. Tony, as well as everyone else caught a drift of their conversation before they entered the room.

"I'm so happy you're okay Ziva, even though I still don't know why you were in there for so long. Nobody knows." Abby rushed out in one breath.

"It was nothing Abby, do not worry about it" Ziva reassured her, not wanting to think about why she had been in the hospital.

Tony came around the couch and sat down beside Ziva, a little too close for anyone not to notice, though no one complimented on it.

"Ah, so my dear are you feeling any better?" Ducky asks.

"Yes Ducky, I should be completely well in a few days."

"Good. I am glad for you Ziva"

"Thank you Ducky" Ziva said.

The team found each of them a seat, some having to share with glanced around at each other, wondering what to say. After a few minuets of awkward silence Tony spoke up.

"Does anyone want a drink?" He asked.

Abby, McGee, Palmer, and Ziva all said they would like one. Tony fixed Ziva another tea, and gave everyone else a sofa, including himself. Tony handed out he drinks, his fingers slightly brushing Ziva's as he passed her her tea. She smiled saying a silent thank you to Tony. Sometimes it seemed as if Tony knew things about her she didn't even know. Now that the silence had been broken, everyone had their own separate conversations. Tony and Ziva lapsed into a forced conversation, putting on the "Im fine" facade, hoping the others would not notice. Gibbs occasionally snuck a glance at Ziva, knowing that there was no possible way for her, or even Tony to be well enough to have everyone here. Tony and Ziva's conversation was kept light, talking about simple things of no significance. Every now and then Tony and Ziva would share a look that said everything, that helped the other to remember that once everyone else left they could hold the other and offer comfort. The team carried on conversations with anyone and everyone for hours before Tony finally spoke up and announced that he was tired and wanted to get in the bed. Abby and McGee shared a skeptic look, but didn't comment. The team exited the apartment, all but Gibbs. He stayed back to speak with them.

"How are you really doing Ziva?" Gibbs asked his voiced soft.

"It is harder than I thought it would be, but I think I will be okay."At ths Gibbs smiiled slightly.

"I know you will be okay Ziva, just take your time getting there"

"Yes Gibbs."

"I'll see you two later." Gibbs said as he walked out of the apartment.

Once everyone was gone, Tony and Ziva looked at each other and sighed with relief. Often through out the night things had been mentioned that brought up her hospital visit or the baby and it had took everything for Ziva not to break down, and for Tony to not comfort her. Sometime through the many conversations Abby had told them that Hasara had been caught and that the case was now officially closed. Tony was glad that the had caught the person responsible for doing Ziva this way and Ziva was too deep in her own sadness to ackowldege any for Hasara. Tony began to straighten up the living room, Ziva joined in to help him. When the apartment had been restored back to its original form, Tony mentioned to Ziva that a shower might make her feel better. Ziva, happily obliging, needing sometime to herself, went upstairs to take a shower. Ziva slowly stripped from her clothes and slipped into the shower, once the water was hot. Ziva had been in the shower for about 5 minutes before she lost it. She was used to washing a bump, one that contained a baby, but now there was no bump and no baby. Sobbing Ziva lowered herself to the floor and just cried. After being in there for awhile, she heard Tony knock on the door. He had been so good to her and she didn't deserve any of it. Ziva barely heard him as he called out.

"Ziva? Ziva, you okay?"

When Tony heard no rely he slowly creaked open the bathroom door and walked in. He made his way to the shower, the closer he got, he heard whimpering. Tony peeled back the shower curtain and saw Ziva drawn up into a ball, water and tears streaming down her face. Without a second thought Tony stepped into the shower, clothes and all, and knealed down infront of Ziva. Tony reached over and took Ziva in his arms and held her tight.

"Oh, Ziva" Tony soothed as he held her tighter.

Tony continued to hold Ziva until she was completely drained from crying. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. After drying her off and dressing her in warm clothes he tucked her into bed as if she were a child. He then slipped off his clothes, all but his boxers and slipped in behind held her close, trying to chase away what demons he could. They slept through the night with hardly any disturbances. The next morning Tony and Ziva woke up about dinner time. Tony climbed out of bed and fixed them some brunch, serving it in bed. No words were needed to know that together they would get through this, that they could survive.

Over the course fo the next few days Tony and Ziva stayed cooped up in his apartment, only hearing from the outside world when the team called. The days were getting better, not everything made Ziva brake down. Together she and Tony were living, they were making each day worth its while. The subtle touches and meaningful looks were growing more frequent, if that were possible. Neither knew what to call the other, a boyfriend or girlfriend would not be enough, but to call the other a lover would be too much. Only knowing that it wasn't possible to live without the other person and knowing that nothing would change the fact that the other would be there was the only way to make it through the days. There was no physical intimacy in their relationship, but both knew that nothing could be more intimate than sharing a bed and life with another person, knowing the small insignificant details of another person that no one else would know. They had that, Tony and Ziva had that.

Thank you all so so much for reading and reviewing this story. This is the last chapter of this story, but I have an idea for a sequel. I love reviews and I would love it lots if yall would review. Thank yall so much. PLEASE REVEIW!!!!!!!!

Sam :)