The argument started the moment Elise went to her room.
Tyrell turned to Ziva, his expression hard. "You're not doing this."
Ziva's voice was calm but firm. "Yes, I am."
Tyrell started pacing, running his hands through his hair. "You could die."
"I could die crossing the street. I could have died a dozen times already."
"That's different."
"How?" Ziva stepped into his path, forcing him to look at her. "Because you weren't there to stop it?"
Tyrell stopped pacing. "That's not fair."
Ziva stepped closer. "Neither is you making decisions for me."
Tyrell's voice broke. "I can't lose you, not after..." His hands clenched at his sides, looking like he was barely holding himself together.
Ziva softened slightly. "I know, but you can't keep me either."
"I'm not trying to keep you."
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