A/N - Hello there :) Thank you for the mostly positive reviews on the past chapter. To reviewer 'Rikki' let's clear some things up. This is set pre-Shalom which means that there is no proof anyone knows that Ari is Ziva's brother so therefore, this could have been the way they found out. Secondly soemtimes OCC isn't a bad thing and people do act out of character when they're extremely angry. Believe me. Thirdly, this is a collab account, created by two authors that have very busy lives and while we always try to check over our work and make sure it's okay, occasionally we do make mistakes and that's okay, it's how people learn. If you know the name of a good Beta then please, feel free to point us in the direction of one. Thank you for leaving your comments and telling us what you think, we appreciate it. Sorry for the long Author's note. Now let's get this show on the road :)

Tony stormed towards the break room afraid that he would do something that he would regret if he stood by that, thing anymore. He trusted her, he accepted her into the new country, when things were bad he comforted her but now? It was all a waste a waste of his time. The nights he sat worrying, staring down the neck of the beer bottle willing to drink but stopping just in case she needed him. And all this time she was deceiving them, lying to them plotting revenge thinking of the best way to take them out, in honour of that bastard and now he knew, once Mossad always Mossad.

The anger radiated off him, the heat enough to burn the most sun resistant, Tony channelled the hurt and emotion into a kick directed straight at the vending machine. The contents rattled inside as the vibrations waved through the machine but Tony wasn't done. He kicked and he charged towards the machine until the earth crunching snap alerted the surroundings of its latest condition, one of brokeness full of cracks and dents, very much like the inside appearance of Tony.

Bystanders had gathered round as Tony directed hit after hit at food device and stayed to watch as the machine broke down along with its offender. The crowds watched with confusion as Tony repeatedly chanted 'liar' over and over again to everybody and anybody wondering who he was talking about, his head rolled into his hands and his palms muffled his cries as the crowds got bigger and bigger watching Tony as if he was an animal at a zoo.

An array of black whizzed around the corner, shocked at the sight of the man and rushed forward, followed quickly by a man. Together they hauled him up practically dragging him across the floor towards 'Labby'. Concerned and confused looks were passed between the pair over the top of the Agent's head holding up his weight as he refused to plant any weight on his feet. The elevator ride down was silent with the occasion whimper from Tony as the adrenaline wore off and the full extent of the pain kicked in. The cries of pain were quietened by the loud ding of the elevator indicating the end of the journey.

'Labby' was blaring with loud heavy music, the kind to make you go deaf. The letter flickered more and more into his mind like it was etching its place into his memory making sure he would never forget. Abby and McGee watched as their boss and brother figure broke down before them the anger still clear in his mind.

"Did you know?"

The question was as clear as a crystal but it still confused them, did they know what? It must have been important as although the anger was always evident, he had self control. He knew where to draw the line but today he threw the pencil out the window and watched as it got crushed in the street.

"Did you know that Ziva knew Ari?"

The look of shock was pure. Nothing was faked, nothing was hidden the emotion was clear on their faces. Abby's read anger much like McGee's but both also read confusion. What made Tony think that?

"You know, I found Ziva reading this letter you know she was, being secretive. I thought love letter so I went behind and read it" Tony's voice grew louder and louder as the sentence went on. "He called her dear and he signed it Haswari" Tony spat the word out with enough venom to kill a bear.

Abby and McGee stood there with equally disgusted faces the person they trusted and began to love was against them all that time. All read each other's minds and they all marched up to the bullpen where any sight of Ziva was gone. Tony walked over to Ziva's desk and searched through it not minding that he was going through personal items looking for the letter.

Ziva pushed the button for the rear elevator and quickly entered, as the doors closed she could see Tony going through her desk looking for the letter that was held tightly in her right hand. She pushed past the other agent in the elevator and made her way to her car where she sped off nearly crashing twice but then that was a normality for her.

Ziva now had a strong hatred for Tony. She could maybe understand why he had been so upset by the letter but to bring Tali into it after he had heard her regretful voice just over a year ago as they shared espresso and pizza was out of line. The tears lingered in her eyes blurring her sight as a lorry came out of the junction into the way of Ziva's red mini. The Israeli swerved dangerously through the traffic, the tears still threatening to fall the bare emotion stuck solidly on her face, the amount that no mask could cover.

Ziva halted sharply to a stop ignoring the traffic law of 'ease to a stop' and quickly exited the car slamming the door as she went. She jolted up the stairs with determination as her heart pounded through her lungs with the feeling that her rib cage was the only thing stopping it from exploding out of her chest.

Ziva pulled open her door with such force the hinges nearly collapsed and the slamming sound that followed with the shutting of the door almost shattered the windows.

Ziva was greeted with a picture of her, Ari and Tali, the one that sat proudly on the coffee table in her living room, the one that was conveniently hidden when the whole team had come to dinner, including Tony after her first dinner excluding him didn't sit well. As much as she had wanted to sit it proudly on the coffee table showing everybody who she was, she couldn't bare the reaction if the team had recognised Ari. She knew it was a rare possibility but she didn't know the research that was done on him and she couldn't take the risk, or rather the questions that followed. Ziva stepped into a much needed bath and the let the water relax her tense muscles.

Ziva stepped into her pyjamas and slowly lowered herself into her bed, her grip tight on the handle of her gun that had been slid underneath her pillow. The night was filled with nightmares, Tali's death mostly. The bang of the bomb and the flash in sky; a familiar sight in Israel, the country filled with murder. The bad dreams flickered between Tali's death and Ari's and Ziva fell into a restful sleep.