Two

Tony and Ziva had just sat down for breakfast the next morning when Ziva's phone rang. She picked it up and looked at the caller ID.

"Gibbs." She told Tony, who was shoving forkfuls of waffle into his mouth.

She hit talk and held the phone up to her ear.

"Hello."

"How's everything going?" Gibbs asked casually.

Ziva shrugged. "Alright, I guess. What is happening there?" She asked.

Gibbs was silent for a moment. "I just got off the phone with the prosecutor, they've set a trial date." He told her.

Ziva did her best to keep her expression neutral as she listened to Gibbs.

"He wants to set up a meeting with Tony at his office. I told him to call you, just thought I'd give you a heads up." Gibbs said.

Ziva nodded. "Thank you." She said simply.

"How is he?" Gibbs asked curiously. He cared about all of his agents, they were his family, and when one of them was hurting he took it personally.

"Good, getting better." Ziva told him. She looked over at Tony, who was still shoving food into his mouth and laughed lightly. "Enjoying waffles a little bit too much right now."

Gibbs chuckled. "That's good. I'm glad he can enjoy something. How's his head feeling?"

"The concussion is definitely still there." Ziva told him. "He has an appointment to see the neurologist about it on Thursday."

"Good, make sure he's taking it slow. He needs whatever brains he's got." Gibbs joked.

Ziva laughed. "I'll do that."

"You know you still have about a month of leave stacked up, yeah?" Gibbs asked.

Ziva nodded. "I'll take as much of it as needed. Unless you need me to go back. How are you and McGee doing?"

"It's not just us, we have an agent assigned to us for a while. Take as much time as you need. Both of you." Gibbs told her.

"Are you sure?" She asked

"Family first." Gibbs responded simply.

"Who's the agent?" Ziva asked.

"Hawkins." Gibbs said.

Ziva cringed. "From counter-terrorism?" She asked.

Gibbs nodded. "That's the one. It's no big deal Ziver. We'll manage. I'll let you get back to your breakfast. Take care of each other." He told her.

Ziva smiled a bit. "We will. Thanks Gibbs." She said before she hung up the phone.

She tossed the phone onto the coffee table and picked up her fork to start to eat her own waffle.

"What's up?" Tony asked.

Ziva swallowed her bite before responding. "They've set a trial date." She told him.

Tony clenched his jaw. "And?"

"The prosecutor wants to meet with you." Ziva said. "Gibbs said he would be calling sometime today."

Tony felt his hands starting to shake. He wasn't ready for this, not even in the slightest.

Ziva reached her hand out to grasp one of Tony's. "It is just a meeting Tony, you will be alright. I will be right there with you if you want me to be." She told him.

Tony took a deep breath. "Okay." He said, unsure of what else he could really say other than, 'I don't want to do this, I don't want to do this, I don't want to do this.'

Ziva finished off her waffles and took both plates into the kitchen to be washed later. She walked back into the living room to find Tony on the couch, staring blankly at the wall in front of him.

She sat down on the coffee table in front of him and held out her hands. Tony reached out to her, holding her hands tightly.

"Everything will be alright Tony." Ziva said as her thumbs rubbed soothing circles over his palms.

"He's gonna ask me to testify… can I say no?" Tony asked, his voice small.

Ziva bit her lip. "I do not know Tony." She told him honestly. "They have DNA evidence, and photos of your injuries, there is no doubt that they are guilty. I am not sure why they would even do this."

"What if they're doing it because they have something on me and they think I'll have the charges dropped? Or because we put one of their friends or something in prison? What if it's revenge?" Tony asked, panicked.

Ziva stood up and made her way to sit behind him on the couch. With one of her legs on either side of him Tony laid back against Ziva. She wrapped her arms around him from behind and kissed his neck softly.

"What could they possibly have on you Tony? And if there was any connection between you and them the team would've found it by now. It was random Tony, I do not know why they would decide to go to trial, but I do not think it is to get revenge on you." Ziva said softly.

Tony shrugged. "Maybe." He said quietly.

Ziva could feel him starting to shake and she knew that if he didn't calm down he would end up having a panic attack. Keeping her arms wrapped around Tony's waist, she laced her fingers through his and began to rock him gently from side to side.

Tony closed his eyes when he felt Ziva start to rock him and he tried to take deep breaths as he listened to her talk about whatever she could think of.

XXXXX

They were still sitting like this on the couch when Ziva's phone rang loudly on the coffee table, two hours later. Ziva picked it up and looked at the caller ID – she didn't recognize the number.

She hit talk and held the phone up to her ear. "Hello?" She asked.

A deep voice answered. "Hello, how are you doing today?" The voice asked.

"I am okay, how can I help you?" Ziva asked shortly.

"My name is Christopher Jordan, I'm the prosecutor on the DiNozzo case, can I please speak to Agent DiNozzo?" He asked.

Ziva held the phone out to Tony. "Prosecutor." She said quietly.

Tony took the phone with a shaky hand and held it to his ear. "Hello?" He said quietly.

"Agent DiNozzo, how are you?" Jordan asked.

"Okay, thanks." Tony said.

"Listen, I was hoping I could set up a time to meet with you either today or tomorrow, if that would be alright with you. I've got a few things I need to go over with you before the trial starts."

Tony looked up at Ziva, who smiled a bit as she tightened her hold on him slightly.

"Tomorrow would be alright I guess." Tony suggested.

Jordan nodded. "Does ten thirty work for you?"

"Yeah, that's fine." Tony told him.

"Alright, I'll see you then agent DiNozzo." Jordan said before he hung up the phone.

Tony hung up and tossed Ziva's cell phone onto the couch beside them.

"What did he say?" Ziva asked.

"He wants to meet tomorrow morning at ten thirty to go over some stuff for the trial." Tony told her.

Ziva kissed his forehead softly. "I will go with you if you like?" She asked.

Tony nodded against Ziva's chest. "Please."

Ziva tightened his grip on him once more before she released him. She laid down on the couch, resting her head on the arm and opened her arms up to Tony.

"Come here love." She said softly.

Tony laid down in Ziva's arms quickly and rolled over, so he was facing her. He buried his head into her chest and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer to him.

"Just relax for now Tony." Ziva told him softly. She figured it was best to keep him calm and focused on something that she was saying or listening to her breathing than it was to let his mind wander off in a million different directions.

Tony laid in Ziva's arms quietly. He closed his eyes and listened to her singing softly, and he could feel her chest moving against him when she took a breath. Both of her arms were wrapped around him and he felt safe. Safety was definitely a feeling that didn't come very often in the last few weeks, so whenever he did get the chance, he grabbed it and held on as tightly as he could.

Ziva watched Tony as she sang. He looked peaceful when he closed his eyes, like he had just finished playing a sport or something and he was taking a nap, like any other normal person. He was beautiful, as much as he would deny it, it was true.

She sang as many words as she could get out, hoping to keep Tony calm as she rubbed his back. She was free to rub just about anywhere on his back now, his bruises had faded almost a week ago, except for the bruise on his spine and the one on the back of his neck. They were still there, but even they looked as though they were almost healed.

Tony's eyes opened when he realized that Ziva had stopped singing. He looked up at her.

"You okay?" He asked.

Ziva snapped out of her thoughts and her eyes met his. "Huh?" She asked, confused.

"I asked if you were okay, you stopped singing." Tony told her.

Ziva thought for a moment. "I did?" She asked.

Tony nodded. "Yeah."

Ziva smiled softly. "I am fine. I was just thinking." She told him.

Tony smirked. "What'cha thinkin' bout?" He asked.

Ziva laughed lightly. "You. You are beautiful." She said. She had to tell him.

Now it was Tony's turn to laugh. "I don't think I'd use that exact word, but I am rather dashing." He said with a really awful British accent.

Zia nodded. "Alright, fine. Dashing." She said. "Are you happy?"

Tony kissed her jaw softly. "Very happy with you."