A/N: I decided to rewrite this. I'm not sure how much better it is, but it needed a redo. I'm really sorry for dropping off, but after Ziva left the show, I sorta went into denial, and NCIS lost its flare for a while. I'll probably jump back on it, though, because now that (SPOILER ALERT) Ziva is dead and Tony is gone too, I feel like I have to complete it, like a tribute or something. I dunno.

Again, I apologize.

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or it's characters. I wish I did.

"Tony, please, stop following me."

Special Agent Ziva David stood outside the NCIS building, her arms crossed, a look on her face that could stop a raging camel. Yet somehow, Special Agent Tony DiNozzo was unafraid. At least, for his own safety.

"Ziva, for the last time, you're being stalked."

Ziva rolled her eyes and looked at him. "By you."

"I don't count," he said dryly. "And anyway, if I didn't "stalk you", Gibbs would have my head."

"Good point."

Gibbs had given Tony direct orders to follow Ziva like a lost puppy, to protect her from this so called stalker. Ziva appreciated their concern, but she was getting sick of movie lines as her life's background music.

"I happen to like my head," Tony went on. "Very good looking, never leaves me, always knows where to find the food, and tracks down all the good looking la–"

"Tony," Ziva suddenly froze, staring straight past her obnoxious bodyguard at a spot a across the street were an old man sat on a bench. Tony's hand flew to his gun, and he glanced rapidly behind him.

"What?"

No answer.

"Ziva?" Tony turned–

–she had vanished.

He had his cell phone out in two seconds flat, and was already dialing Gibbs's number when: "Who are you calling?"

Tony jumped, then whipped his head around to see Ziva David, the one and only, grinning slyly at him. "A new girlfriend?"

"No."

He huffed and pointed to the building. "I obviously can't trust you. Get inside."

"No," Ziva said, in that voice that was sweet, yet told you that death was the only other option. Having Tony follow her around nonstop was bad enough; him ordering her around? Ha! That would drive her up the hall. Or the wall. Whichever.

Tony gritted his teeth, then forced a grin. "I can force you," he said, nodding at her in a way that suggested he really didn't want to.

Ziva matched his smile. "And I can flip over shoulder and plant you in a sewage system."

Tony's mouth stretched a little further. "Yeah, right."

Ziva raised her eyebrows and smirked. Tony's smile melted slightly.

"Would you?" It wasn't really a question at all.

Ziva turned on her heel and flounced back toward the building, with Tony quick stepping it behind her. She huffed to herself and flounced faster.

"Ziva, wait up!" he called after her.

"I'm not waiting for you, Tony."

"Ziva, will you stop running ahead?!"

"What," Ziva mocked coyly, not slowing her pace. "Are you too slow?"

"Hey!"

Ziva felt Tony grab her by the shoulder, and she stopped, rolling her eyes. "Tony, stop being such a child. I can handle myself."

Behind her, DiNozzo made a strange sound, the grip on her shoulder tightened. Did he want her to shank him? "Tony, I swear, let go of my shoulder, or I'll–"

Before she could finish her sentence, Tony tackled her. He dropped all his weight against her and let her try to carry it. As if. Ziva easily sidestepped him as he pitched onto her, letting him fall face first into the ground with grunt. Ziva frowned at him, clicking her tongue in false disappointment and rolled him over with her foot in triumph with a chuckle.

"I did try to tell you, Tony."

Then Ziva stopped laugh: Tony was gripping his right side, and he was slowly curling into a ball like a burning piece of paper.

"Tony?"

And then she saw blood seeping through his fingers.

A/N: Ta da! If you've read the older version, you're probably really disappointed that it isn't something more. I promise I will make more. If you saw any grammar mistakes or anything, let me know. Ciao!