A/N: Yeah I know it was a little out of character for them but I needed to do it to make this idea work. And anyways love makes you do weird things. ; )

Chapter 2

'Why the hell did I let it get to me so much?' Tony asked himself while pacing in the NCIS parking lot, 'I mean come on she has probably had sex with lots of other guys before… Right?'

'But she never jumped back when you've touched her before,' the other side of his brain argued back.

'Well she did just go through a traumatic experience so she may just be weird around others right now.'

'She didn't seem to be weird with that guy last night, did she?'

Tony was in such disarray he shouted out at himself, "You know what you're really not helping!" he shouted getting some odd looks from the other NCIS agents who were coming in for their night shift.

Tony raised his hands over his head and started cursing everything he could think of. Gibbs, his job, the long work hours, McGee. Strangely Ziva's name never seemed to reach his mind.

He lashed out at a nearby car, regretting it when all that happened was one mad agent who came out at the sound of his car alarm, and a stinging toe.

Tony climbed into his car and sat for a few minutes trying to get the image of Ziva leaning into that guy's touch out of his mind, 'Why the hell do I even care it's not like I love her or something… No it's just me being protective of my partner… Right?'

This time the voice didn't answer back. Tony sighed knowing that even his subconscious was as confused if not more than he was. He turned the keys and started up the car. He took one look back at the doors of NCIS, which were now tinged a golden orange because of the rising sun, and drove off.

Ziva shook her head while she sat at her desks trying to get the day's earlier events out of her head so she could focus on the task in front of her.

Papers, papers, and more papers lay sprawled across her desk in various stages of completion.

Yet in her mind the argument she and Tony had had kept replaying itself. Every time it started over Ziva tried to find out where it went so wrong. How did things between her and Tony go from harmless flirting to the yelling match they had.

It just didn't make sense to her. She let out a massive groan and banged her head against the table.

"Don't do that Ziva you might actually need it today," Gibbs commanded walking in as always with coffee in hand, "We got an account from a bartender downtown. Says some guy came in early this morning dressed in military fatigues, sat down and right when he started to talk to him, three men in masks came in and took him away as well as another bystander."

"Do we have any more to go on?" McGee asked while gathering his stuff up.

"3 guys came in wielding a couple of semi-automatics and the third had some kind of automatic weapon. We'll know more when you get the security tapes to Abby."

"Got it boss," McGee said and started to walk over to the elevator.

Ziva started to walk over but Gibbs stopped her, "One second. McGee goes warm up the car," he waited until McGee had left before he preceded, "Now Ziva you listen to me if you and Tony's fight affects your work today at all. You will be joining Tony. You got me?"

"Yes sir, there is no way I would let it affect my personal life come into my professional," Ziva stated more for herself than for Gibbs.

He gave her a skeptical look but nodded, and together they both walked off to join McGee in the car.

"Look at me; I'm Gibbs I can make you take time off. Ohm," Tony mocked to himself. He pulled the bottle up to his mouth again and took another gulp stopping only when he found that there was no more beer in it, "Hey you guy, person, dude, thing… Over here."

The bartender looked at him and sighed, another one of these damn early morning drunks, "What can I do for you?" he asked.

Tony pointed at his beer and mumbled, "Fill."

He rolled his eyes at the young guy, "Look I think you've had enough. You've already had five or six now just go home. Trust me, you'll thank me next time you're sober."

Right when Tony was about to come back with an answer three men burst in through the door.

His vision slightly blurred Tony couldn't tell what they had in their hands but he could venture a guess.

One of the men made a bee-line for Tony and used the butt of his pistol to knock Tony out. Tony made a valiant attempt to avoid the hit but he was just too slow. His last rational though before blacking out was a silent plea for Ziva, and Gibbs to find him.

(10 Hours Later)

Tony was shocked back to life by the feeling of a gallon or so of freezing water being poured on him.

He sputtered trying to warm himself and get the water out his mouth. In the background he heard a harsh laugh pierce the silence, "Well It really does work as well as in your American movies."

Out of the shadows stepped an average looking man. About six feet tall maybe 200 pounds, he had short shaggy brown hair. His skin was a soft olive color. Yet the one striking feature he possessed was his left hand, or lack thereof.

"I always thought American movies were good for nothing. But recently have figured out your fascination with blood, and gore gives very good instructions to those actually willing to do these things."

Tony gave him a withering look, "So that's what you're going to do just torture me? Cause I thought we could do something so fun like maybe fly a kite, or maybe walk poodles for money in inner cities," Tony stated defiantly.

The man gave out a slight chuckle, "No. This is strictly business. I work with the PLO, and I am offering you a job."

"And if I refuse?"

"Well nothing really. I mean at the moment we only have, oh what is it…three or four bombs placed in major public areas. Keep in mind we can and will detonate them at any moment that we feel you are betraying us or refuse to listen to our orders."

"Well then I guess I am forced to listen," Tony said his eyes going wide imagining what they could possible want him for.

A/N: Sorry but I am forced to leave you there. Sorry for taking so long but it was a busy week. Remember reviews motivate me!!