"Do you think that if I thought I could do this right, I would?" Ziva harshly blinked back the tears fighting to fall. Tony cupped her cheeks in his hands and pressed a feverish kiss to her lips, not feeling the resistance he usually did. "Ziva, it's not a choice anymore."

~XX~

Almost mockingly, Everything I think seems to come back and...haunt me.

Weather I know it, or remember it, usually my life depends on it.

~XX~

Tuesday morning, Ziva walked into the bullpen. The office machines beeped and buzzed like normal, and the clocks on the wall tick-toked. The sound of a dozen agents, typing away at their keyboard, filled the empty sound in the room, and the sky light filled the rest of the space. It was just another typical Tuesday morning, nothing out of the ordinary. Yet, everything felt...different. Out of place, and unfamiliar. And the Israeli just couldn't figure out why.

She looked to her left, and Gibbs was not there sipping his coffee. She looked in front of her, and Tony was not bothering her with a movie reference that she already knew. And she looked diagonally, and McGee was not there, flustered in typing, in order to be faster than the firewall. She was the only one. Perhaps Gibbs was off on a coffee run. Maybe Tony just over-slept, like he usually did. It's possible that McGee was down in the lab with Abby. But, the more she thought about it, the less likely her options seemed.

She flipped her phone open, and scrolled to Tony's number in her contacts list, then put the phone down, and open on her desk. But she closed it before she could think twice about it.

~XX~

The room was dark. That's all it was. McGee couldn't see anything, no matter how hard he tried.

He put one foot out in front of the other, and awkwardly felt his way around. Although he slowly dragged his foot forward, he still managed to trip, and stumble over what seemed like a plastic pipe. Highly unlikely, of coarse it was. But, for all he knew, it could have been a row of barbies that some kid left out.

He heard a door slam, and stayed perfectly still. Afraid to breathe. Afraid to make a sound.

~XX~

Ziva stood in front of the plasma, her weight shifted from one foot to the other. She scrolled through pictures in the camera. Each one, bringing up a new memory that she just about forgot. Though, her favorite had to be the one of Abby in her most recent Halloween costume. "She does not look bad blond" Ziva thought to herself, lightly laughing. Everything, seemed to become more normal the more she remembered.

But, it wasn't.

A/N: Forgot to mention this, SLIGHT spoiler, but if you haven't seen the episode, it doesn't REALLY ruin anything. Brownie points for anyone who can guess the "spoiler." I'll give you a hint though. From the episode "Witch Hunt." Hope that helps.

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~Kaitlin Todd