Just so you know this'll be a one shot. Why? The new season comes on Tuesday and destroys all my plans for this fic.

Tony DiNozzo had just gotten out of the shower and was putting his pajamas on when his phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Tony?" A familiar voice said through the phone.

"Ziva? Is that you?"

"Yes, Tony, I need you to do me a favor."

"Anything." The agent replied getting a pair of jeans on.

"I need you to come and get me."

"Where are you?"

"I'm at the airport. I need you to get here fast."

"What's wrong?"

"I'll tell you when you get me."

"Hang on Zi, I'm coming." Tony flipped his phone shut, grabbed his keys, and ran out the door.

Ziva hung up the phone and walked out of the phone booth. She looked around before she made her way to the exit. When she made it toward the door, she saw a familiar face going toward her.

"Ziva!" He said.

"Shhh, they could be here."

"Who?" Tony asked. Ziva motioned toward the car.

"Who's following you Ziva?" Tony said once he'd helped her in the car and started driving.

"Mossad." Each was quiet for a few minutes, before Ziva spoke again.

"They were using me. All of them, the officers, Eli…" she trailed off. Tony took a hand off the steering wheel to comfort his former partner, but she backed away.
"Sorry." Tony said.

"Don't apologize, Tony, it's a sign of weakness." The rest of the ride was spent in silence until they got back to Tony's apartment. They walked up to his floor and walked inside his home. Tony turned on the lights and motioned for her to sit down. She did this and Tony then sat beside her. It was then that he got a better look at her face. Realizing what her former partner had been staring at, Ziva turned her head away. He turned her face back to his.

"Did they do this to you?" Tony asked. Ziva put her head down.

"Stay right there, I'm going to get something for the bruises." He got up and went to get his first aid kit.

"Ziva," Tony started as he walked back in the room. He looked at the couch and saw she was asleep. Setting the kit down, he put a blanket over her and went to sleep.

Later that night, Tony woke up to hear screaming. Realizing that the screams came from Ziva, he quickly got out of bed and headed toward the living room.

"Ziva," Tony said trying to wake his former partner, "Ziva!"

"Go away," Ziva said pushing Tony away.

"Ziva, Ziva, calm down it's me." The former Mossad officer looked at the man in front of her, "Tony." She said, "Tony." This time Tony enveloped her in a hug saying, "Shh, it's all right, everything is fine."

"What exactly did they do to you Zi?" Tony said as he cleaned her wounds. Her face put on the mask that she had after Michael had died.

"Besides taking me hostage and nearly beating me to death, and practically starving me?"

"Yes."

"Nothing, unless you count taking the little bit of faith I had left in Mossad away from me, not that I'm complaining any."

"What did they want with you?"

"They wanted to know what I knew about NCIS." Tony stopped what he was doing and looked at her.

"I'm glad you didn't tell them." She gave him a puzzled look.

"You wouldn't have come to me otherwise. Come to think of it, why did you come to me? You could have easily gone to Gibbs."

"I didn't want to. Besides, that's who I went to last time, Mossad, mainly my father, would have expected it."

"What's the other reason?" Tony asked.

"I needed to come and apologize for hurting you. I realized, what you did for me all those months ago was for my safety, and while I was being tortured, I realized, if I ever got out of there I needed to tell you how I felt."

"And how do you feel?" Tony asked her. Ziva looked in his eyes. She didn't have to tell him anything, she knew he understood by just staying silent.