Tony and Ziva had been together for months. The team, however, didn't know. The two were tying their best not to tell them, but they knew the longer it went on, the harder it would be. The two grew closer because of Dearing's bomb explosion on the building. Tony and Ziva realized they needed each other, and cared deeply for each other as well.

Ziva tossed and turned, waking her boyfriend from his sweet slumber. "Zee." He whispered, trying to wake her calmly. No answer. "Ziva." He tried again. More snoring. "Ziva David!" He said in his normal voice.

She awoke, startled, but awake. "What, Tony?" She asked, looking at the clock. "It's 6 a.m., what is so important!"

"Your constant moving and moaning woke me up, Zee..." He looked at her head. "Ziva, you're sweating..." He rarely said her actually name to her. Mostly at work, when they were trying to hide their feelings ever so hopelessly.

"Oh... Just a bad dream, I suppose..." She answered, but he knew it was something more. He didn't say anything though. The last thing he wanted to do was to upset her. He hated her that way, he always had. It broke his heart every time she was upset or the least bit bothered.

"I'll go make coffee and breakfast. What would you like?" He asked his girlfriend.

"I guess I'll just eat some eggs and sausage." She answered. With that, he kissed her passionately on her lips and made his way to the kitchen. She was lucky to have him, and she knew that.

All of a sudden, her phone rung. She had received a message from... her father? When she read it, she was instantly angry, or was is worry.. Maybe even a little upset. Whatever it was, it caused her to sit up so rapid, her head made the loudest "THUMP" against the bed board. She tried her best to scream in pain, but nothing came out. Ziva made an attempt to stand, only she ended up passing out.

A man was above her when she awoke. Who was this? She didn't recognize him.

"Ziva, oh God. Ziva? Come on, babe, say something." He begged her.

"Who are you?" She said, serious.

"Don't play games Zee. You know who I am." He smiled, and laughed at her... Her face was serious. "Uh.. Ziva?"

"How do you know my name.. why are you in my apartment. Who.. who are you!" She demanded, screaming at him. Tony was bewildered. It seemed as if she really didn't know him.

"Who do you think I am?" He asked. Ziva pondered this for a moment.

"Is your name... McGee?" She asked. Tony was sure, but unsure, of Ziva's seriousness. He wanted desperately for her to be teasing, but it sounded like she wasn't. "No, my name is Tony, Ziva," He reminded. "I'm your boyfriend.."

She was taken back. Boyfriend? No. She had one. Not him, it was so not him. "No, um, McGee. I think that's your name. Why are you looking at me like that..."

"When I say these next few words, respond with the first thing that comes to your mind." He instructed. She nodded in agreement. This was, after all, only, a simple task, right? Wrong.

"Gibbs" He started

"Bibs."

A grunt came from Tony.

"Ducky"

"A duck? Huh?"

More whining.

"Vance"

"Those are shoes, right!"

And a sigh.

"Tony"

"I have no idea."

This was getting to him, and fast.

"Abby"

"Sounds like a bat-" Tony smiled. "- No a cat. Like a Tabby." The smile faded.

He sighed again. "Okay, Ziva. Get dressed. I'll take you to work. You'll remember there."

"You know where I work?" She questioned. Was he stalking her?

"I work WITH you! Of course I do!" He bellowed.

"Okay. I'll get dressed. You too, greasy guy." She eyed him, starting to get up. She fumbled and nearly fell, and Tony, or 'McGee', caught her.

"I've got this. Go change yourself." She used a contraction. Ugh. This is bad. Very bad.

After about an hour, a time frame that would allow his Ziva to change into all of her clothes, and back, this Ziva came out, wearing a long, blue dress with matching accessories, even heels. This was not Ziva. The only normal thing about her attire was her hair, which was down and straight. He sighed.

"Let's get your car and I'll take us to work." He said, motioning to the front door.

"Hey! It's my car, I'm driving!" She insisted. She wasn't the assassin he knew, because they fought about it. His Ziva would have slapped him, and drove anyway. But he had hopes that her driving was better, so he caved. Or maybe it was that this Ziva still had the sparkle in her eyes- the last glimpse of hope that 'Ziva' was still inside there somewhere.

On the way, this Ziva had stopped at every light, every stop sign, and even went a few miles per hour under the limit. He thought he was drunk again. He tried not to think about those days.

Back when he was drinking, before him and Ziva were together, he would drink until he passed out. Sometimes, he got kicked out of bars. Others, he passed out in his car, surprisingly never on the road. He drank mostly because of his life. Ziva was with Ray, and he had nothing. He hid everything with jokes and movie references while he was secretly being torn up by his own emotions. He had been jealous of every one of Ziva's boyfriends, and sometimes it was blatant. After Ray had been exposed as a killer and traitor to the CIA, Ziva left him and denied his proposal. It was then that she and Tony had become close. So close, that when Ziva found Tony passed out drunk and bleeding in his car, she cried. She took him to the hospital, and there he made her a promise. Ziva thought she was forcing the words out of him, but in reality Tony would have said them anyway. Now, seeing her drive, it wasn't the same Ziva. Suddenly, he had regained the same urge to drink as he had so long ago…

When he walked into the squad room, everyone was yelling at him about being late. Then they asked about Ziva. "Right. Ziva..." He said, pausing. Walking back to the elevator, he noticed her standing there, motionless. "Come on, Ziva!" He ordered as he pulled her arm.

"But. I don't..."

The room was officially staring -no- the whole building was staring at her. Compliments came from all over. But Ziva didn't notice any of them. She was concerned about her whereabouts.

"What am I doing here? You said you were taking me to work. What is this place?" She screamed.

"Uh, Ziva? You do work here." McGee said, the actual McGee.

"No. I don't! Who are you, anyway? And all of you, over there, staring.

"Is she serious, Tony?" Abby said. Everyone's face filled with worry.

"I'm afraid so."

"And you!," She said pointing to Tony, "You said you knew where I worked. Lie. You said you were my boyfriend. Also a lie. I have a boyfriend, but it is not you."

Gibbs shot Tony a look, knowing he broke rule 12, but he let it slide as he walked over to Ziva.

"Oh, and guys? Guess who stopped at all of the lights and stop signs, and who went miles under the speed limit?"

"Ziva." They all said together with a melancholy tone.

"Wait, who's your boyfriend then?" He screamed, realizing what she had said.

"His name is RAY. I should call him and tell him what you've done." This pissed Tony off the most. He hated that guy to the moon and back. Actually, more like to the next galaxy and back. Even if Ziva was delusional, he was still pissed it came out of her mouth. She tried calling Ray, but the number didn't ring.

"I don't understand... He turned his phone off?"

Tony had had enough. He swung his hands on her shoulders, tightening his grip, and shook her. "ZIVA, COME ON! RAY ISN'T YOUR BOYFRIEND. I AM!" he screamed, for the whole building to hear, and he kept shaking her. It took the whole team, Abby and Ducky too, to get him off.

But he wasn't done; he pushed her from the squad room entrance straight back into the glass window. The team started coming after him, so, on reflex, he dragged her to the staircase, climbed up. He only reached half way, when Ziva smacked him. He thought ,maybe, the actual Ziva was back. Even though he might get shot, he was happy.

"Ray is going to kill you!" She screamed, reaching her hand up to slap Tony, but he grabbed it instead, and bent it back. Out of anger, he punched her in the gut, sending her in foll contact with the metal railing. She fell, coughing and clutching her chest. She grabbed his leg for stabilization, but he kicked it off. Again out of anger, he clenched her shoulders hard, initiating a scream. Tony yanked her up, and almost went to punch her again.

"TONY, STOP. THAT WON'T HELP." They all shouted, he pushed her into the stairs instead. He was fuming, more than ever now that he had realized what he had just done to Ziva. Tony stomped down the stairs and out of the building via elevator. There was only one thing he could do when he was this pissed. Drink. Lots of drinks. Until he passed out.