DISCLAIMER: WE DO NOT OWN NCIS OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS! WE JUST LIKE TO PLAY WITH THEM XD

Tony DiNozzo sat at his desk tiredly waiting for Ziva to get into work; drumming his fingers on the desk irritably he glanced up as he heard the elevator doors slide open. Hoping it was the person he'd been thinking about, he sighed in disappointment as McGee stepped out instead. Sighing Tony began to tap louder, which started to really annoy McGee, but before he could speak up, Gibbs marched into the bay.

"DiNozzo, get to Work." Gibbs barked out, glaring a little more harshly than usual at his senior field agent.

"Yes boss," Tony replied, muttering tetchily under his breath, "Where is Ziva?"

Gibbs simply glared at Tony, conveying to him that he didn't need to know. At that moment they all jumped as Tony's phone rang, Tony answered it, hoping that Ziva was at the other end.

"Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, how may I help you?" he answered in a flourish, sending a wink to McGee, who rolled his eyes, he only became silent upon hearing what the other person was saying on the other end of the phone.

"We regret to inform you that you have a sperm mobility issue." Tony was shocked, until he realised that the voice sounded somewhat familiar, "I scared you yes?" The voice was now behind him and he nearly jumped out of his skin.

Too shocked or rather, scared to respond, Tony stood there his mouth opening and closing like a fish, trying and failing to find the words for a witty come back, he face flushed and he would have almost killed for a hole to swallow him up there and then.

Laughing seductively, Ziva brushed her fingers gently across his cheek, making him shiver, "Tony, I didn't realise you were cold." She whispered as she winked at him.

"What, I'm not, you just, ah… never mind," he sulked and plopped himself back down, having jumped up before when she'd scared him.

Tony jumped again as Gibbs slapped him on the back of the head, "Get back to work DiNozzo."

"But...she…" he started to say but stopped as the 'glare' was thrown his way again, looking over he saw Ziva smiling cheekily at him, as if taunting him with her womanly ways, he growled a little but not too much that it was heard.

After half an hour had past, Gibbs startled Tony by saying, "Gear up team, we've got a case."

NCIS

Tony stepped gingerly out of the car as they reached the crime scene, not wanting to upset his delicate stomach any further; but he had Ziva's driving to blame for that.

"What's up Tony, you eat bad pizza last night?" McGee teased; Tony glared but was cut off when Gibbs assigned them their usual jobs to do when at a scene.

Tony headed off towards the house when Gibbs yelled, "Tony, the other way! The homicide wasn't committed in the house, or weren't you listening?"

Grumbling, Tony stalked towards the scene of the crime, he came to a stop upon entering, shocked at the scene before him.

"Tony!" Ziva yelled into his ear making him hit his head on the low hung branches, "Ouch, Ziva!" he yelled back, but Ziva was already heading over to the body, giggling childishly.

Tony sighed, it just wasn't his day today, with any luck they may be able to solve this case relatively easily and then he could just go home and watch his movies.

Tripping over his feet, Tony muttered to himself irritably until the mutilated body stopped him in his tracks, "Oh my god, a child?"

"Great deduction, DiNozzo." Gibbs muttered sarcastically, not seeming to care that Tony had fallen, a look of loss crossed Gibbs face at the site of the child so Tony ignored the comment and got to work quietly.

"This really isn't my day," Tony mumbled petulantly as Ziva approached him, "What are you going to do now?" He snapped.

"Awww, stop being such a child, Tony." She replied while taking a few pictures of the sulking scowl that Tony now wore upon his face.

"Ziva! Quit taking pictures of Tony and focus on the body!" Gibbs shouted, surprising the two agents.

"Yes Gibbs." Both agents answered, Tony moved as far away from Ziva as he could so she couldn't get in anymore shots of him.

As much as Tony wouldn't admit it, the sight of the little girl horrified him beyond belief, "Yes it is rather disturbing isn't it Anthony?" Ducky spoke calmly, clearly noticing the repulsion etched on Tony's face.

Simply nodding in response to Ducky's comment, Tony started to work, trying not to look into the dead dark blue eyes of the child so brutally killed.

He couldn't avoid the child for long; there was something about her piercing blue eyes that pulled him in, but he couldn't bear to look at the deep knife wounds or the cord that was wrapped tightly around her neck.

Feeling nauseous, stumbling away from the body he struggled with a different image filling his vision, one so similar, but not the same.

He watched, unable to move as the images came on by full force, who was this child in his mind? And why was he only remembering it now?

Suddenly it came to him and the realisation felt like a bucket of icy cold water. Rubbing his eyes roughly as if to take away the memory, he tried to move further away from the body but was stopped when someone called out to him, "Tony, you are in my way." Ziva shouted irritably into his ear.

"Mmm... sorry..." He mumbled despondently, fighting the urge to run away from the scene.

Ziva noticed his pain, "Are you okay Tony?" She spoke worriedly, "You seem to be in distress, yes?"

He tried to think of a response but images kept on racing past his vision, he needed to get as far away as possible, he barely even registered Ziva's concern as he walked dazedly past her.

Ziva knew something was definitely wrong if Tony could not even come up with a response, let alone a witty one. Concerned for her partner, Ziva watched his stumbling and shaky steps away from the body, however, even she was surprised when his knees buckled and he emptied his stomach on to the ground.

Gibbs walked over to the pair, and after taking one look at Tony he turned to Ziva, "Take him home," but before Tony could complain he added, "Go slowly, you don't want him vomiting in the car."

McGee and Ducky both watched in surprise, it was Ducky, however who asked the question. "What is happening Jethro do you want me to look him over before Ziva takes him home?"

"No, I'm sure he will be okay, it's probably just a stomach bug." Gibbs replied, wishing that there wasn't a tiny voice in the back of his mind, telling him there was more to it.

Tony was only partially aware of what was happening, the surrounding sounds had been dulled by the screams of the little girl in his mind, screams begging for his help.

He tried his best to keep hold of reality, but there was no chance, all he heard, as he was gently bundled into the car by Ziva, was the ear-splitting screams of the terrified girl.

Ziva could only watch as a pain so deep cross his emerald green eyes, she wanted nothing more than to help him but didn't know how. "Tony, can you hear me?" She asked him as she drove off, "I am taking you home, and then I am going to stay with you tonight because I am worried about you, okay?"

By the low mumble of a voice, he knew someone was speaking to him but he couldn't hear the words, nothing was grounding him to this reality, only the other one in which he had tried so hard to forget.

When they reached his place, Ziva lifted him with ease as if he was a feather, and then placed him on the sofa, so she could keep an eye on him all night. She pottered around his apartment, looking over him every now and then, hoping for a change in his rigid posture. Tony groaned in pain and Ziva rushed over to him with a wet towel, she dabbed his forehead gently until he stopped writhing.

"Tony what is wrong?" She asked tenderly; but he merely ignored her and kept looking through her, as if she wasn't even there.

The bright lights flashed around Tony's mind as he tried to get a grip on why this was happening to him, the little girl screamed again then smiled at him. The smile changed to pain and the girl screamed at him, "You promised you'd save me, you promised." the small child was in tears at his feet, clawing at him to save her but he hadn't.

The little girl reminded him so much of Ziva, and he didn't understand why; he just watched as she circled around him primitively, her curly brown hair fluttering in the icy wind, "You promised you'd look after me, you're supposed to, it's your job!"

It took all his strength not to shout at the girl, quietly, he remembered the answers he had given previously when this nightmare surfaced.

"I'm sorry…I couldn't…I tried…I'm sorry." His voice wavered as the girl's blood leaked from around the rope around her neck, not knowing that Ziva could hear his voice he continued with his mantras of being 'sorry'.

Ziva was getting increasingly troubled by Tony's ramblings, particularly when he said something that shocked her beyond anything she'd ever known, "I don't want you to die, please!"

Who on earth was he talking to? Ziva was unsure but she put it down to delirium after he said, "But I'm in love with Ziva, don't hurt her!" He wasn't in love with her, that, she was certain about.

Tony had relived the moment right before the girls death, as if he'd been right there, right back to the exact moment the life was extinguished out of the girl's dark eyes. The only thing that was bothering him was his and Ziva's connection to this girl.

This girl in his dreams, she wasn't just a murdered child; it seemed that she wasn't the child they'd seen today. Her eyes were different, or maybe that was just his subconscious playing tricks on him. He would never know, not in his dreams.

Ziva calmed as Tony's eyes became clear and he blinked. "Ziva?" he whispered hoarsely, as she stroked his face gently.

"Tony, are you okay?" she replied anxiously.

"I'm fine." he answered, looking anything but fine. He was trembling beneath her fingers and all she wanted to do was wrap him in a hug but knew he'd never allow that kind of contact in his state. Instead she continued to stroke his face lightly; Tony looked up at her and smiled appreciatively and Ziva could not do anything but return the smile.

The smile however, faded as she asked the dreaded question. "What happened, Tony?"

Tony started shaking violently, "I… I…" he stuttered, "I saw a girl just like the homicide victim, but… she looked like you."