A/N: Wah-lah!

It had probably been his eyes. There had been something about them that had made Ziva instantly trust him.

Go figure.

He made her laugh. He had been sweet to her while they were dating. She would get flowers delivered on her front doorsteps, and chocolates…and…and it felt like a cheesy high school romance.

But now…now everything had gone wrong.

Why had she let herself fall so hard? She knew she could fight back if she wanted to, but she knew she wouldn't win. He was a SEAL for goodness sake. And three times her size.

She just wanted it all to go away, but if she ended it he…he would kill her.

Ziva frantically brushed her hair over her bruised left eye, after blotching it with makeup. The team knew something was up. They had been asking her what was wrong for three weeks now. She had hidden all the cuts and bruises so far, but now on her face. They were going to know. And Gibbs was going to kill Tyler.

He wasn't a bad person, he was just...mad. Ziva kept having to make excuses. They we're going to KNOW!

Maybe she just wouldn't go into work today.

No, then they would know. Damn. There was no way around this. She took a deep breath. "I fell and hit my forehead…" She nodded. That would work. She turned on her heel, glanced at Tyler asleep on the bed, and walked from the apartment.

"Morning Ziva" Tony said through a mouthful of bagel. She sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Can you not keep your breakfast in your mouth, Tony?"

"Nope. I'm incapable." She rolled her eyes again, and continued writing. Without thinking, she brushed a chunk of hair out of her face. "What's that?" Tony asked. Ziva quickly brushed the hair back down on her face.

"It's nothing."

"Liar." He took another bite of bagel. "I bet you got drunk and got a tattoo." She scoffed and looked up.

"Sure Tony."

"Seriously, what is it?"

"What's what?" McGee asked as he walked in, holding a coffee.

"Ziva got a tat and won't show it to me."

"I highly doubt that." He said as he sat down. "Ziva, you didn't get a tattoo did you?"

"No I didn't."

"See, Tony?"

"She's lying, there's something on her face." Tony stood up, and popped the C of the bagel into his mouth, so it stuck out at a strange angle, and walked over to Ziva. He kneeled down in front of her desk.

"What's on your face, Zi?"

"Nothing."

"Move your hair then." She shook her head and scotched back in her chair.

"No." It happened to fast for Ziva to do anything. Tony pushed the hair out of the way with his thumb, and Ziva hissed. He stared at her eye for a second, and then carefully wiped off some of the foundation with his thumb, revealing a purple streak. Ziva didn't move, just watched his face.

"Zi, did you get in a bar fight?"

"I tripped." At this point, McGee had walked over too, and they were both staring at Ziva's bruised eye.

"You're…not…a klutz." Tony said with an edge to his voice. He had stood up now, and was leaning over onto the desk.

"Having a meeting?" Gibbs walked in through the other side of the bullpen. Ziva reached up and tried to push her hair back. Tony grabbed her wrist and glared at her. She growled and tried to shake him off, but his grip was tight. "You all have work to do." Tony and McGee didn't move. Gibbs looked up after a moment. "What are you two doing there?" Gibbs looked at Ziva, whose wrist was still in Tony's hand. His eyebrows shot up. "What the hell is on your face, David?"

A/N: So, what did you think? Lemme knoww