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"Gibbs, I promise you, it is nothing."

"How did you get a black eye, then?"

"I tripped."

"So why are you covering it up?" she stared back at him, mentally scrambling for an answer. "Ziva, you need help, you come to us." He growled.

"I am fine. I do not need help. I can handle it" He leaned over the desk so he was three inches from her face.

"Do. Not. Lie. To. Me. David." He said slowly. She looked down at her lap, and he stood up to his full height. They all waited.

Ziva sighed, a miserable sound of defeat. Then shook her head. "It's nothing" she squeaked. She stood and walked away from the three men to the elevator.

"Ty?" Ziva called as she walked through the front door. She wasn't sure why she had returned home. Probably to prove to herself and the team it was nothing. She turned into the kitchen as Tyler walked in. He was 6'3", brunette, with gray eyes. She glanced over at him. The gray eyes were misted over. Oh no, oh no, why did you come home Ziva? She screamed at herself in her head. She could practically taste the reeking smell of alcohol off of him.

"Hey babe" he sighed "Why're ya home?"

"I came back early…for…lunch." She glanced at the clock. 10:07. He was drunk at 10:07? Jesus. He leaned against the doorway. Ziva grabbed an apple and tried to walk past him to the living room. But he stuck his hand out, and stopped her. She nervously looked up at him. He had a spark in his eyes she recognized. She took a few steps back.

"What?" she asked casually, trying not to show fear in her voice.

"What happened?" he asked. He advanced, took a lock of her hair, and tugged.

"No-nothing….what are you talking about?"

"You look different." He said with a mean smile. She winced, and took a few more steps back. "Are you scared of me?" he teased half-heartedly. She shook her head. She looked at the island in the middle of the kitchen, and rotated her body behind it, creating a barrier in between them. Her hand flitted over her hip. Tyler saw this. "You gunna shoot me?" he asked, anger obviously filling his voice. She propped her hand on her hip to cover this faux-paux.

I wish. "No, why would I do that?"

"I know when someone is fingering a pistol, bitch." The word slapped her.

"Tyler, I'm not going to-"

"Shut up!" he yelled and pounded his fist on the island, making the fruit bowl, and Ziva, jump. She felt her heartbeat increase, and the adrenaline pour into her veins.

"Tyler, calm-"

"What the hell did I just say?" She, as quickly as she could, looked at the doorway, and tried to figure out if she could get to the exit before him. She took a deep breath as he glared at her. "Ziva, how come you never remember what I tell you?" he asked like he was talking to a four year old. 3…Ziva counted in her head 2….1! She sprinted for the doorway way, but Tyler was just too fast. He grabbed her waist and threw her to the ground. "Trying to run away again, are we?" he laughed.

"Tyler, please don't-" but his foot had already connected with her jaw. Okay, now she was mad. She was tired of not fighting back, and she tasted blood in her mouth. She was back on her feet in a mili-second, which threw Tyler off for a moment. He wasn't aware what Ziva did for a living, or especially what she used to do.

"Stop." Ziva said. She could leave now. She could run out of the door, but she needed to stand up to this- ow. He had grabbed her arm. She growled, and struggled to get out of his grasp. He was easier to fight when he was drunk. She took a step back again. He took a step forward.

"School is in session…time for another lesson." He said darkly. Ziva was seething now. He punched her in the stomach, hitting an older bruise. Before she could even think, her reflexes kicked in, and she gave him a right hook to the jugular, and then a full kick to the ribcage. He absorbed each one, and it seemed the only thing she had succeeded in doing, was make him angrier. "Slut learned how to fight?" she stood her ground. He took another step forward. They were a foot apart. And the next second, Ziva turned and ran from the house.

When Ziva got to her car, she punched the steering wheel with a scream, then put her face in her hand. When she looked back at her fingers, there was fresh blood on them. She swore and opened the door to spit. Her jaw ached, and her stomach was pounding. She lifted up her shirt to look at the boot-shaped bruise right above her belly button, a dark slash on her flat stomach.

"I am sick of this pig." She growled. She sped back to NCIS, and was back into the bullpen in 15 minutes.

"Ziva, Jesus, what ha-" Tony started. She lifted up her shirt to reveal the purple bruise. Gibbs was in front of her in a half a second.

"Are you okay?" she nodded.

"Kill. Him." She whispered dangerously.

"Where is he?" Gibbs asked as the McGee and Tony clipped on their guns.

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