Author's Note: 'Ello again. Heheh. *waits for death and abuse from readers*
I'm sorry for not writing in like, forever. One reason: LIFE. Ugh.
Anywayssssss! Here is a NEWWWW story for y'all. ^-^ Teehee. I had nothing else to do, so I wrote. Heh. To my sister: Thanks for helping me with this chapter!
Enjoy people & please tell me if I should continue it, or nah. :p It's kind of, raw-ish? lool..idek.


He slapped her.

Even she couldn't believe it.
Yes, maybe she was wrong, but it shouldn't have led to that.


"You what?!"

"I invited your father over for-" Ziva tried to reply, but Tony interrupted.

"Christmas!?"

She frowned.
At the time, she thought that allowing her father-in-law to spend 3 days of the Holiday (Christmas Eve and the two days after that) at their home was a good idea. It would be a good time for Anthony Sr. and his son to bond, and maybe even be a bit closer than before.

"It will be fun and you will be able to talk to him, Tony." She defended.

Tony squinted his eyes at her.

"I don't want to talk to him and I don't want him in my house, Zee-vah!"

"Well, I cannot just tell him to not come anymore because you have such a bad relationship with him." Ziva looked at him sternly, "That is rude."

"What?!" Tony half yelled, causing his wife to jump a little, "What's rude is that you didn't even ask me! This is my house."

Tony got up from the couch and Ziva quickly followed him to the kitchen.

"This is our house."

They locked eyes for a half a second.

"If your father was alive, do you think that I would invite him here for Hanukkah?" Tony rebutted.

"But that is beside the point-" She was cut off once again.

"Answer me." His eyes started to soften, "Would I have done that?"

"No. I do not think so."

"Right!" When Ziva looked back into his eyes, they were hard once again. "So why in the world would you do that to me?"

Ziva ignored him. She felt a headache coming on and began to make herself a cup of tea.

It had been a hard week; a test on their relationship. She had accepted an invitation to go to dinner with an old male friend from back home named Alon. She even asked him if it would be alright, and, though hesitant, he said it was okay.

But when she got home that night and he found out that Ziva's friend had invited her for a drink back at his hotel room, he was not okay with that. Especially when she said that she accepted, but left as soon as he tried to kiss her neck.

What hurt Tony the most was that Ziva didn't wear her wedding ring that evening, although she did claim that she had forgotten it.

"Are you acting this way because of my dinner with Al?" Ziva asked him, quietly, as she stirred her hot drink.
She didn't make eye contact with Tony, and he noted that.
It was almost as if she was…guilty.

Tony was hesitant in his answer. He was scared that he would give away too much. Like the fact that he didn't completely believe her about her night with Alon.

He was going to say, "No. I just don't want to have my dad over this Christmas."

But he ended up blurting, "What did you do with him?"

"What?" Ziva's jaw dropped.

"Did you kiss him back?" He raised his voice a little. Just a little.

Her eyes were angry flames. "Excuse me?!"

"The truth offends." He spat his words at her.

"Like the fact that you are such a wuss that you cannot even face your own father?"

"Stop changing the topic, Ziva! Just tell me the truth."

Tension and anger stood a foot between them.

"The truth is that you are so stupid and idiotic that I'm finding it hard to continue loving you." Ziva pushed him, hard, against the counter to get past him (her tea long forgotten), but he stopped her before she could even move.

Before he could even think, he stopped her.

Before he could calm down, he slapped her.