The next few days Tony had stayed with McGee to finalize their mission from Gibbs. They weren't sure how they'd approach Ziva about it and that was the complicated part they had been working on for the past 24 hours. After a few hours more of debatable situations, Tony decided he needed to go back to his own apartment and catch a few hours of sleep.

Tony arrived at his apartment, took a good look around at the numerous pizza boxes and beer bottles that still sat out and realized he didn't feel like picking anything up. He brushed his hand through his hair, feeling the greasy mess his hair had now become. Taking his belt off, Tony got undressed and headed to take a shower. As the water dripped down his masculine body, he closed his eyes and saw Ziva's face. He sighed to himself and lathered up soap to clean his body with. He hadn't seen Ziva in a few days, since he had been with McGee working on their mission to gain back the part of NCIS they had all missed. Maybe the reason he had felt so empty, was the lack of her in his life those past few days. Finishing up his shower, he got out and dried himself with a towel that smelled like it hadn't been washed in forever. Damn, he thought, I really do need a woman around. He went into his bedroom and threw a pair of boxers on quickly before crawling under the covers and resting his head on a pillow. Before he knew it, he had fallen into a deep slumber.

The next morning Tony woke up, feeling rested. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand next to him and sent a text…

"Good morning Ziva David =] What are you doing?"

Waiting for a reply, he got up and went to brush his teeth. He heard his phone vibrate as he applied deodorant and put a dark blue, flannel shirt on. Running over to his phone he read Ziva's text

"Come Over"

He replied "Okay", quickly putting a pair of shorts on and fixing his hair, Tony tucked his phone in his pocket and looked around for his keys. Spying them on the ground, Tony flicked them up with a few of his fingers and jogged towards the door. He was excited to see her, even though it had only been a few days. Her presence always seemed to light up his life, not mention make him feel like a million dollars.

Ten minutes later, Tony found himself knocking on the oak door of Ziva's apartment. He could hear her footsteps walk towards the door and open it. He smiled at her as she opened the door and let him in. She was in her running gear and drenched in sweat. Tony couldn't lie to himself as she let him inside and closed the door behind her. He had definitely checked her out and the fact that she was so sweaty, turned him on.

"I went for a run, Tony" Ziva rolled her eyes as she caught him look up and down her body.

"I can see that Zee," he winked at her and continued to stare.

"You're such a horse!" she laughed.

"Pig, Ziva. You're such a pig!" Tony corrected her, chuckling at her idioms himself.

"Whatever!" she took her sneakers off, "okay, so I need your help!"

"With?" Tony asked looking around at how immaculate her apartment looked. Wow, she needs to come help me with my place, he thought to himself.

Ziva started walking to her bedroom, Tony following her. Upon entering her bedroom, Tony noticed a red, lace bra on the ground. He licked his lips at the sight and thought about how much he would've like to be the reason why it was on the ground. Feeling a hand smack the side of his head, he turned towards Ziva.

"Really, Tony? Act like you've never seen a bra before" she said in a sarcastic tone.

"It's not just any bra, sweet cheeks! It's yours" he winked at her, receiving an eye roll back. "Okay, so what'd you need help with?" he looked around her bedroom.

"This!" Ziva pointed towards a suitcase she had on the ground.

"It's a suitcase?" Tony asked confused at what she was getting at.

"Thank you, Tony!" a sarcastic smile covered her face, "but I need you to see if it's too heavy!"

"Too heavy? Why?" he was utterly confused as he picked up her suitcase, which weighed at least

fifty pounds.

"Airplanes only let you fly with a suitcase that only weighs so much, Tony! How does it feel?"

She watched as he dropped the suitcase.

"Airplane? What!? Where are you going?" he picked the suitcase back off his toes where

he had dropped it.

"Israel?" she questioned and wondered why he was getting so upset over the thought of her

leaving.

"Why? Yo-you can't! he shouted out.

Giving him a confused stare, Ziva replied "Yeah, I can! I miss the people there Tony! Schmeil!

He's been so lonely! It's not like I have a job anymore!"

"I know what this is about! I'm not stupid Ziva!" Tony's tone was now rising as the conversation

Continued.

"What?! Tony, I never said you were stupid?" Ziva was confused now. Where the hell was this

going?

"You're not going back to Israel because of Schmeil! You're going back there because of your

little fuck buddy!" Tony was furious. The last thing that he ever wanted to happen was for Ziva

to leave, again. His mind kept going back to the events of Somalia and then to how much he wanted to make Adam pay. Yeah, he was hurt about the few words of Hebrew he had said Ziva that night at the airport and how she hadn't listened to him. Even more hurt at the fact that he thought they were getting to "that point" in their relationship and she had to go sleep with Adam. But, he was even more pissed that Adam had taken advantage of Ziva while she was weak and mourning the death of her father. Tony knew he should've protected her. Somewhere in that thick skull of his, he knew a guy would come along and take advantage of her. There was nothing he would be able to do about it.

"Excuse me?! Oh my god! We're back here? Again?" Ziva threw her hands in the air. Tony was never going to let her live down her moment of weakness.

Tony stepped back a bit, he knew he'd hit a sensitive spot not for just him, but her. When the news of her sleeping with Adam and their fight about happened, Tony hardly looked or even spoke to her. That killed her and he knew it. After all, they were best friends. "Okay, okay. Calm calm down." He stepped forward again and put his hands on her shoulders, "I didn't mean that okay?" He looked into to her soft, brown eyes "When do you leave?"

Ziva looked up and stared at him "Three days…"

Tony lowered his hands from his shoulder and put them back down at his side. Scared to admit he didn't want her to leave, he didn't know how to get the words out about anything to say. Dawning on their mission they had to complete for Gibbs, Tony knew he had to convince her to stay longer. The question however, was how the hell would he do that? He had to figure out a way to make her stay because he knew that Gibbs wouldn't push the mission quicker. Not to mention, he wanted to punch everything in sight knowing that Adam would see Ziva, again.

Ziva could tell that Tony's mind was working, super hard. He looked like he had been lost in a trail of thoughts when she interrupted him, "You can always call me, you know?" she smiled at him. But the thought of only hearing him over the phone bothered her, and she was clueless as to why.

"At least…" Tony didn't know what to say. Call her? HA! Ziva David you aren't staying there! "At least let me take you out to dinner before you go?" he questioned.

"Of course" she winked at him, letting him know that she was in a flirty mood.

"Great! Then… it's a date" he winked back. Ziva David was not about to play him when she just let it known that she'd be leaving to go back to Israel. Tony Dinozzo wasn't about to let that happen. "Alright, I'll get going then… I've got some errands to do" Tony started to make his way out of Ziva's bedroom.

"What should I wear for dinner?" Ziva asked as he walked past her bed.

Tony smirked and looked down onto the ground, picking up the lace, red bra from earlier "Definitely this!"

Ziva laughed and hit him, grabbing the item out of his hands. She watched him leave her bedroom and heard the door closed. She smiled to herself, in just the matter of a minute he could make her so mad, yet smile.

Tony made his way down to his red, Ford Mustang. Opening his car door, reaching to grab his phone in his pocket, he dialed McGee's number

"Probie! We've got a problem. Ziva's leaving… We need to get a hold of Gibbs."

The only reply Tony got was the voice of his Boss muttering "Shit."