A/N: Okay, I'm not exactly sure where this came from. But I'm going to say now - this is very very likely a oneshot. A standalone. Whatever you want to call it. It's very unlikely I'll continue this anywhere. But nevertheless enjoy this very short... piece of a story.

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"Some things are meant to be… Somethings aren't."

"How could you-"

"You have to understand. This isn't going anywhere. What are we doing?"

"Wasting our time, according to you."

"I did not say that-"

"Yes you did. Look, skip this. I'll leave if that's what you want. I get it."

"No, you don't. Please, don't leave-"

"I can do whatever the hell I want, Ziva. Our is that rule only applied to you?"

She flinched at this, her eyes fixed on him as he whirled around to stare at her venomously. Biting her lip, she leaned against the wall and fought to keep the emotion from her eyes. He could always read her, she knew, there was no use fighting the emotions. But there would always be a warrior inside her, and she would keep her emotions as guarded as she possibly could.

"I…" her voice shook. "I am doing what is best for us, Tony. All of us."

"Is this what you think is best for us? We waited years for this point, and now-"

"Now we have to stop, Tony. It is destroying everything."

"I can't believe you." He glared at her as if she were worth nothing more than the dirt on his shoe, eyes narrowed. How could she be doing this to him? They'd taken so long to reach the point of impact, and now, she wanted to leave everything behind. She claimed, so innocently, that this was threatening to ruin everything they'd ever had. "How does any of this make sense? We already talked to Gibbs! This isn't impacting anything-"

"Of course it is. You are just too blind to know it."

That was it. Her voice, barely audible, caused him to pause for a moment. Tears threatened to fall as he turned so quickly that he nearly fell, exiting the apartment without a glance behind him. The door slammed shut behind him, and she was left staring after him.

Sitting in the corner, Ziva David started to cry. They'd had everything they'd wanted, and they could have had so much more. Tears stained her shirt as she reached for the Star of David necklace sitting perfectly around her neck.

Holding it in the palm of her hand, she had a sudden urge to throw it. It was all her fault, it was all her father's fault. Everything came down to her father and Director Vance, and her inability to protest. As she cried, one word burned in her mind:

Reassigned.

If only Tony would understand someday.

Some things aren't meant to be, but this should have been.