Summary: What if Tony wasn't alone in Requiem? What if she and Tony had gotten into a fight before they went to save Maddie? What if Ziva had been with him? What if she had been on the other side of the building with a group of shooters and saw her boss and Maddie drive into the water?

Prologue - The Fight:

The apartment was dark apart from the glow of the candles and the dim lamp that stood on the side table. A half empty bottle of vodka rested on the coffee table. The silence in the room was defining to Tony DiNozzo as he entered his partner's home. Throughout the day she had been distant as well as quiet, even to his taunts and jokes. McGee had noticed as well and the pair discreetly mentioned it to their boss when she had gone to the restroom. Special Agent Gibbs had only nodded saying he knew and to leave her alone. Baffled, the boys continued to work until the day was finished. Before she had left, Ziva was stopped by Gibbs who whispered into her ear and squeezed her shoulder. That had been at 1800.

Try as he might, Tony had been unable to get her to answer the phone, thus leading him to her apartment at his knocks had gone unnoticed, Tony unlocked her door with the spare key she had given him. The woman he saw on the couch was completely opposite to the one he'd been working with for over seven years.

Dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a tank, the ex- Mossad officer was curled up into the corner of the sofa. Ziva's hair covered her face, blocking his view as she stared at a picture. She had not noticed his entrance until he called her name.

"Ziva?" Her head shot up to reveal puffy, red eyes and tear stains.

"Tony," she said wiping her eyes, "what are you doing here?"

"You weren't answering your cell and I wanted to make sure you're okay. McGee and I noticed something was wrong earlier," he explained, taking a couple steps closer to his partner.

"I am fine Tony. It was not necessary to come."

"That's bull and you know it."

"Tony I am not in the mood to argue with you tonight. Now please leave," Ziva said as she began to stand up. Tony watched as she carefully set the picture on the table beside the vodka. He walked up to her.

"Come on Zi, we're partners. Tell me why you're crying."

"I told you I am fine. It is none of your concern as to why I am upset." It was then Tony saw who was in the picture. A teenage Ziva hung onto a slightly older man's neck as he stood holding her piggy-back style. Tony stared at the man's face for a few moments before he spoke in a deadly tone.

"Ari Haswari? Why in the hell would you be crying over that terrorist?" Ziva was silent and refused to meet his eyes.

"Who was he to you? A lover?" At this her eyes snapped up to meet his.

"No…" He cut her off, not seeing the anger and pain that began to fill her eyes as he began to yell.

"Then who is he to you? How can you cry over the man who killed Kate, kidnapped Ducky, shot at Jen and Abby, and tried to kill Gibbs? Why do you care that he's dead?"

"Because he was my brother!" Tony's blood ran cold as a tear fell from Ziva. Her body shook with silent sobs of grief.

"What?"

"Ari Haswari was my half brother."

"Why didn't you tell us? Tell me?"

"It was not your place to know. Gibbs knows and that is all that matters."

Tony shook his head in disgust as rage appeared once more on his face. Without a word his turned and stormed out, ignoring Ziva's calls. She sank to the floor as the sobs tore from her throat at the man she loves rejection. She stood up as her cries slowed and grabbed the vodka bottle and held it to her lips. Swallowing the swig, she blew out the candles and turned off the light before she entered her bedroom and collapsed onto her mattress. The tears remained on her face throughout the night as her nightmares raged on.