Here it is, the sequel to A Dance With The Devil. I couldn't wait any longer before I posted! Hopefully you like this as much as the last one! Tiva and maybe some McAbby, because it wouldn't be a sequel without them. :)

As always please review! P.S. This chapter is somewhat of a prologue set right after the last story ended.

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I'll Find My Way

3 Months Earlier

Sunglight streamed into her window, warming her skin and illuminating the white sheets of her bed. She wanted so bad to stay there, to sleep the day away and avoid his piercing green gaze when she walked into the bullpen. But she had to work. Ziva swug her legs off the bed and stood, ignoring the rush of blood to her head. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes she went to the shower.

She let the scalding spray wash over her body, loosening her muscles and turning her skin a bright pink. Stepping out she wrapped a towel around her, running another over her hair.

Dark ringlets formed around her shoulers, running down her back. Her favorite pair of jeans and a black tshirt were pulled from the closet. Next came coffee, an attempt to keep herself awake after another sleepless night.

Clutching the steaming mug in her hands she sat at the counter, reading the paper. When her doorbell rang she knew it was him, coming to offer her a ride to NCIS. She opened the door and stood aside to let him in, without a word.

"Good morning Tony." She said quietly, pouring him a cup of coffee. He took it and offered a smile, one she had a hard time returning.

"Did you sleep alright?" he asked. She winced at the question. He knew she was having nightmares, he must have been having them too. Ever since the day in his hospital bed she had them, waking up in the middle of the night sweaty and screaming.

"Yes, I slept fine. And you?" she asked politely. Tony shrugged, sipping his coffee and wandering around her kitchen. She sighed, watching him, still a slight limp in his step.

"How is the wound? Healing nicely I hope." He lifted his shirt, revealing a gnarled pink scar forming on the left side of his abdomen.

"Still tender, but it's getting there." Pulling his shirt back down he drained the last of his coffee and jingled his keys in the air.

"Ready to roll?" she smiled softly, some of the tension seeming to have dissolved. Ziva followed him out of her house, turning to lock the door behind her.

The ride was silent, only the sound of their breathing occupying the space. they pulled into NCIS with twenty minutes to spare. Tony tapped a beat on the steering wheel, shooting glances in her direction. Finally he cleared his throat, struggling to spit out the words.

"You have nightmares.. Right?" the question caught her off gaurd but all at once she felt herself nod, meeting his green eyes and seeing her own desperation mirrored in them.

"Mine are mostly about dying, bleeding out on that road without saying goodbye," his voice trailed off, his head shaking and eyes blinking furiously. She watched him, desperately wanting to reach out and hug him. Instead she spoke.

"Mine are about you." He laughed bitterly, looking at her through glassy eyes.

"Yeah, I guess that does count as a nightmare." She narrowed her eyes at him and swatted his arm.

"I am serious Tony. They're about you.. If I couldn't have stopped Ray before.." he heard her voice crack and saw her hands begin to tremble.

"I don't know what I would do if I lost you Tony. It's too painful to think about." Hot salty tears streamed down her face, shining in the sunlight. Gently he reached a hand up and wiped them away with his thumb, lifting her chin to look at him.

"You're never going to lose me Ziva, even if you try." She leaned into his touch, admiring his rough skin on her cheek as he cupped her face.

"Thank you Tony.. For everything." He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering a little longer than he intended.

"Your welcome."