Chapter 2

Ziva was going to talk to the psychiatrist first, before Tony went in there. She left Tony outside, but Tony felt like he couldn't handle being alone for any length of time.

He was stressing. He paced the floor, and when Ziva opened it, he ran into the room and stood in the middle, staring at the doctor. "Well, it looks like we are going to be seeing both of you at the sessions." The doctor smiled. "I think it's best if you stay with him Ziva."

"I agree." Tony's wide panicked eyes spoke volumes and he nodded.

"Shall we begin?" She asked, showing them over to a sofa.

Ziva sat down and Tony laid down. He had his head in her lap and was avoiding eye contact with the doctor.

"What relaxes you about Ziva?" The doctor asked him.

"Everything." Tony replied.

"Be more specific." The doctor ordered.

Tony sighed. "She is very calm." Tony replied.

"And?" The doctor pressed.

"Physically, she is soft." He added. "Her hands, her in general. Her face. She is not a hard person."

"What else?" The doctor asked.

"She smells good." Tony added. "Like ginger and the ocean…it used to be that she smelled like roses, but then, when we both got back from being gone for four months, her scent changed."

"Your very observant. Are you sure your not in love with Ziva to some extent?" The doctor asked.

"To some extent I know I am in love with her." Tony replied. "And of course, there is that fear that one day I might lose her. But our boss, Gibbs, he has this rule about dating, and we are co-workers and-"

"Let's say Gibbs didn't have this rule." The doctor began. "Would you have dated Ziva by now if the rule never existed?" She asked.

"Yes." Tony replied. "If she would have me, I would have probably married her by now." Tony told her. Ziva's eyes became wide and she smiled.

"Well then, her personality type is your type." The doctor concluded.

"Yes it is." Tony smiled.

Ziva had just been listening, but from what she gathered, Tony was in love with her.

"So, when do you think you will be ready to do things alone again, without Ziva? And when will you be ready to talk about everything that happened to you?" The doctor asked.

"All in good time doc, all in good time." Tony smiled. "But today, I will tell you what happened. We will need a tape recorder, because I don't want to relive this ever again except for now."

The doctor nodded, got out the tape recorder, and Tony began.

"I was walking out to my car, and I felt a large hand cover my mouth with something that knocked me out. I woke up and I was in a warehouse of some sort. I couldn't believe someone would do this to me. This man, he wanted into NCIS's files. He wanted me to give him the password to access all of our info. When I didn't, he began to beat me. He knocked me out again and then he stuffed me into the casket. The next thing I know, I was awake six feet under."

"Did you see his face?" The doctor asked.

"No, he wore a ski mask. But I do know where he took me, and I will take Gibbs there; but only if Ziva comes too."

"Of course." Ziva replied.

"I think we made good progress, both with our feelings and with finding out what happened to you that night. Let's pick this up tomorrow at say, noon?" The doctor told them.

Ziva and Tony nodded and stood up. "Good." She smiled. "I will see you both then."