The day started off just like any other day. Tony had arrived early and was sitting in the bullpen. Ziva arrived a little later, looking annoyed.

"Whats the matter, Zee-vah?"

"I asked for a mocha latte, and I got caramel. I only just noticed. And I hate caramel." she replied.

"Well you know what they say... life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get."

"Let me guess... a movie right?"

"Ziva David, don't tell me you've never seen the American classic Forrest Gump! Tom Hanks? Dude does a bunch of amazing things. Alabama football, Vietnam, Olympics. We are watching it tonight!" Tony said.

"Whatever you say, Tony" Ziva said, rolling her eyes.

"Grab your gear dead Petty Officer in Rock Creek Park" Gibbs said, interrupting their conversation.

"On it Boss" "On it Gibbs" they said in unison, and headed to the elevator.

The team arrived at the scene finding a body in a small deserted cabin in the woods. The four of them did work as usual. Gibbs left to find Ducky and Palmer who had gotten lost on the way, and McGee was out searching the perimeter. Tony and Ziva were left alone inside the cabin.

Suddenly a man popped out of nowhere and fired at Ziva. She barely had time to hear Tony scream, "Zivaaaa" and was hit twice, once in the arm and once in the stomach. Tony got a shot off and hit the shooter in the chest. But, not soon enough, and he was hit in the chest as well. Tony struggled and fell next to Ziva, both of them laying on the ground gasping for air. As they lay there Ziva looked up at him, her deep brown eyes meeting his emerald green. Both tried to speak, but the words were lost at their lips. Ziva lost consciousness and all Tony could think of as her brown eyes closed were all the times he had almost told her. All the times he had come so close, all the missed opportunities. All those thoughts haunted him as he slipped an and out of consciousness, fighting for his life and praying for one last chance to tell her.