New Story! Ok, yea yea I know I said I wouldn't start another one but I couldn't resist. I wrote this last week and I just had to post! I will only continue if I get 5 reviews.

Enjoy!!

"I have seen firsthand what happens, when, convenience wins out."

"You never talk about it."

"What is there to talk about?"

"Come on, Ziva."

"What Saleem did was bad enough. Becoming like him, would be worse."

Tony's head slowly came up again. He looked up and over at the door across the hall. He HAD to do this. It had been a few weeks. Oh, how he had wanted to press the conversation further then, but he wanted to get her all the time she needed. But, he was tired of waiting. He had to know what happened.

Slowly, he stood up and walked across the hall. His hand lifted to knock on the door. Suddenly different scenarios ran through his head.

Ziva punching him. Ziva cussing him out. Ziva letting him in but telling him nothing….Ziva breaking down, crying, telling him everything.

None of them he particularly enjoyed and the last was almost impossible. But he didn't care. His hand raised the rest of the way and he knocked softly on the door.

Here goes nothing. He thought as he held his breath.

Ziva's head shot up when she heard the knock. Quickly she put on a sweater and raced to the door. Wondering who would be at her apartment at this hour.

The door swung open to reveal one Anthony DiNozzo.

"Tony?" Ziva said in surprise.

"Ziva."

"Tony, What are you doing here?" Ziva asked, still in shock.

"Can I come in?" Ziva nodded and led him to her living room.

They sat on opposite sides of the couch. Tony messed with his hands nervously in his lap. Ziva pulled her sweater tighter around her. Finally, Tony spoke.

"Ziva, what you said in that warehouse." Ziva's eyes grew big. "About Saleem. I…I want to know what happened to you." Tony looked over at her, his eyes pleading.

Ziva stood up and walked to the window. "I cannot. I am not ready" She said as she looked out the window.

Tony stood up and followed her. He stood beside her and looked at her, his eyes boring holes in her side, trying to read her.

"Would you like some coffee, Tony?" Ziva said abruptly, looking over her shoulder at him. Tony only nodded. Ziva nodded back then moved to the kitchen.

Tony followed her to the doorway but stopped there. He leaned against it and watched her prepare the coffee. Then, she reached up to get the sugar out of the cabinet and he saw it. A scar. Previously hidden by the sweater but revealed when the sweater rose up. He moved to her, almost in a trance, his fingers ever so lightly touching the scar.

Ziva inhaled as she felt Tony touch one of her scars she had tried so hard to hide. She turned around quickly. She found herself face to face with him. As she looked into his eyes she saw not anger like she feared, but sadness, worry, and guilt.

"Tony." She whispered.

"Come on, Ziva." He whispered back. "Tell me what he did to you."

Ziva held her breath. Could she do it? Could she tell him what happened? No one but her knew what had happened. She had never told anyone. Slowly she nodded.

"Ok, Tony."