High Hopes

2: Long way from home

TONY'S POV
Ziva was sound asleep on my shoulder during most of the plane ride. She started to get really warm and woke up suddenly. She almost looked like she just woke up from a nightmare. Her face was pink slightly red and she was very warm. Maybe she was getting sick.
"Are you okay?" Tony questioned Ziva
"I'm fine. I'm better that you're here," Ziva said laying her head on my shoulder.
I put my hand on her thigh and just hoped she wasn't getting sick. I'm sure when we first arrive in Tel Aviv she's going to be sad. Sad and sick may not be a pretty thing to see, definitely in Ziva David's body.

SEVEN HOURS LATER

ZIVA'S POV
Tony and I were both asleep until we both heard that we were landing soon. We both mostly slept on the 12 hour flight. I've always hated planes. I always get over heated on them or something bad happens. Like the girl who almost died because someone put peanut powder in her pillow, which she was highly allergic to. Luckily someone had an epypen to save her life. Tony looked over at me while I was gazing at him looking out of the window.
"You're up," Tony said surprised.
" Yeah," I spoke
"Are you feeling alright? You woke up from a night,are or something and you were very warm," Tony said
"I'm fine. You know I've never liked plane rides," I smiled.
"Please bucket your seat belts and prepare for landing," a flight attendant said.
I felt like crying. I haven't been in Tel Aviv since I lost my father and when I slept with Adam. I wish I didn't. I have regretted ever since. When Tony found out it killed me. I felt bad for him, even though he's always dating someone.
"Zi, are you going to get out?" Tony asked.
I didn't even realize until I looked to see people exiting the plane.
"Uhh yeah, sorry about that," I said.
TONY'S POV
As we walked out of the plane, me holding on to Ziva's hand, Ziva immediately had a tear running down her face.
"You know you don't have to do this. We can get a flight back to D.C. tonight" I spoke synthetically
Ziva wiping her tear with her long sleeve t-shirt, " No it's okay, come on we have to get our bags."
"You don't have to go through this alone. I'm here for you, you know that right?" I asked.
Once she felt me jerk her back she looked at me with a couple tears running down her face and all she did was let go of my hand and started walking. I assumed I should follow her because she was the person who lived here until she was about 20. We got our bags back and went into some weird car.
I walked and talked, "Ziva, where are we going?"
"My car is locked up in here. I have the keys and there's gas in the back of the trunk if it needs it. We can take it to my house," Ziva informed.
"Okay then," I said.
Her car was a small, blue, mini. She must have an obsession with the mini's. Her red one was welcoming and it was small but it was nice to drive. This one looked like it was a little older. Dirt dust covering the bottle. Some paint scratches around the rear end, almost like someone hit it. It was Ziva we were talking about. I wouldn't be surprised if the whole bumper was missing. Ziva was flying pat people, which was normal. This time she looked mad and almost frustrated. I slowed her down and made her pull over.
"Ziva, it's okay. Could you please slow down," I told her
"If you want me to slow down why don't you drive!" Ziva screamed while tears were rolling down her face quicker this time, more this time.
" I will then," I replied.
I got out of the car, leaving my door open. Ziva slammed her door shut and she slammed the passenger door closed once she was in.
ZIVA'S POV
Tony was now driving, I bet he's pissed at me. He didn't even know where to go. At least we were near my house. I didn't even bother to tell him where to go. I just gazed out of the window seeing my own reflection. Seeing the tears run down my face slowly. I looked weak. I've never cried in front of Tony before. Except when my father died. I needed to be stronger. I took a big sniff and wiped all of my tears.
" Take the next right and then my house will be on the left," I told Tony
" Okay," Tony answered.
There it was, my old house.