Tony's POV

Something feels off, that I know for a fact. The way Zi acts towards me shows she is worrying about something, the way she doesn't focus when I am trying to talk to her, the way that she has even zoned out on Gibbs, well something is wrong for sure. She has never been like this; not in the entire 3 years we dated or in the entire 2 years we've been married. Something was definitely wrong with Ziva and I needed to figure out what. Why was she shutting me out?

I knew she would close herself of to me every now and then, it's what she had been trained to do as a child, but it has never been like this. During the time we dated, she had insisted that she would tell me, but she always needed to be able to think before she talked. I gave her time and she did always come to me and talked, but always within a 2 week period. It has never been a month of her closing herself away from me. Could I have done something?

I think through every possible idea of a reason she could be shutting me out. Did I forget her birthday? No, her birthday November 11, and it is almost June, so not her birthday. What about Jewish holidays? Zi wasn't one to celebrate a lot of the less known ones as there were many that didn't permit working on the days of and Zi can't miss that much work and be allowed to stay on the team, and so I know that can't be it either. Our anniversary is January 17, so I know I am not missing that. But what about work? Did I overreact to anything that may have made it seem like I was trying to much to be her husband and not her partner? I think through all the times she has gone after the killers and I know deep down that I haven't overreacted, I married an ex-assassin after all; Zi knows how to protect herself, so I don't usually overreact. Could any of the cases we had dealt with affected her and I hadn't noticed? We have dealt with drug dealers, bombers, and a group of counterfeiters, but none of this would have affected Zi, at least I didn't think it would. What if it was something that had nothing to do with me?

Ziva is sitting at her desk looking at her computer screen with a blank expression. I watch her as she reads whatever is on the screen while twisting my token of love around her ring finger. After a few short moments of her looking at the screen, she types something out and after she goes back to reading, her hand moves to her neck where she starts to play with the Star of David necklaces that she wears all the time. She seems nervous and I want to be able to get inside her head and help her get through whatever is bothering her, but I know that trying to get into Ziva's mind would take a mind hacker that is as advanced as McGeek is with computers. I can't help but wonder, though, if she will ever let me in. Sitting for a month watching her struggle with whatever is bothering her bothers me. Back when this first started, I tried to make jokes to her that were set for her to make comebacks, but even Gibbs gave a few weird looks, when Ziva gave bare minimum responses. It's the same way when we are at home though as well. Like this morning when we were getting ready to come to work, I watched as she pulled her curls half up so they were out of her face, but when I try to say anything about how beautiful she is in my eyes, she gives me a slight courteous nod, and goes back to getting ready; whereas just over a month ago if I said anything along those lines she would smile at me, give me a witty comeback filled with flirtatious words, and tack a "my little hairy butt" on the end, which would have made me smile.

I am pulled from my thoughts when I see Ziva stand up and walk towards a vending machine. I quickly check my pocket for money as I walk to catch up with her. She stops at the vending machine and looks trying to decide what to get.

"You choose, I pay," I say as I stop next to her.

"I have money Tony. There is no need for you to pay." She says calmly and, to my disappointment, with little emotion behind it.

"We are married, remember Mrs. DiNozzo? What's mine is yours and all that jazz," I say flashing her my best DiNozzo smile, but she doesn't even turn to look.

"I remember Tony." She says shortly, "But that still doesn't mean I can't pay for my own things."

"I don't understand Ziva."

"I earn money and therefore I can pay for-"

"I get that Zi. What I don't get is why you are like this."

"Like what Tony?"

"Shut away from me."

"Tony, I am not."

"You have been all month. You don't push yourself to be included in the discussions unless you have to be, you ignore ever joke I push towards you, and usually after two weeks you let me in, but it's been a month and I want to be able to talk with you about things, not at you."

"That is not what is going on…" She mutters.

"Yes that is what has gone on and I am worried that you can't talk to me Ziva. You trust me right?"

"Of course Tony," She says, her brown eyes looking at me for the first time in a long month. "Nothing has changed."

"No Ziva, something has definitely changed."