A/N: Hey guys! Wow! I have 4 people following! Yaay! Here's the next chapter! Enjoy!
(If you want, you can listen to Carry On by Fun. while reading this.) :D

Chapter 2

As Ziva entered her apartment she dropped her bags on the floor and slammed the front door closed, angry-teenager-style. Her anger brought her to the verge of tears. She made her way to the kitchen and raided the fridge for something to eat. Her eyes landed upon an unopened wine bottle on her countertop. Slamming the fridge closed she grabbed a glass and poured herself a drink, her rage and emotions getting the best of her.

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Tony stared blankly at the cream walls of his living room.
"What have I done?" Tony sighed, rubbing his hand over his face. As he was going to get up to go to the bathroom his cell phone rang.

"Hello?" Tony answered, leaving out his name.

"Tony?" Abby replied, worry lacing her voice.

"Hey Abbs. What's wrong?"

"When was the last time you spoke with Ziva?"

"Um, uh. Tonight. Around eight. Why?"

"It's just that I haven't heard from her and she's not answering her phone."

"Huh. So…?"

"What do you mean 'so'?!" Abby practically yelled into the phone.

"Whoa, Abby. I'll go over there if you want." Tony told her, regretting saying those words as soon as they left his mouth.

"Thanks Tony!" Abby smiled, "Call me if anything."

Tony said his goodbye and hung up the phone, leaning back in his couch and sighing loudly.
"Now I have to go visit moody-as-what crazy ninja chick, Ziva David." Tony mumbled, "Like my life couldn't of gotten any worse."
He quickly put on his shoes and coat and left his apartment.

(((((NCIS)))))

15 minutes later, Tony stood in front of the door to Ziva's apartment. He took a shaky breath and knocked on the door.

No response.

He knocked again.

No response.

"Ziva?" Tony called, knocking louder.

Still no response.

"Huh."

A few seconds later the door swung open, thanks to Tony for picking the lock. He stepped into the living room, quietly closing the front door.

"Ziva?" he called softly as he walked through the hallway since no one was in the living room or kitchen. He stopped outside of Ziva's bedroom as he heard a soft sob from behind the door.

"Ziva?" he said again, no more than a whisper as he slowly opened the door. He was taken aback at what he saw. Ziva lay on her stomach sobbing into a pillow on her bed. She wore a black tank top, red pajama shorts and black socks. Her hair was in a messy bun, but Tony didn't mind. An empty bottle of wine and glass were on the floor, which Tony had to look at again. Realisation hit him and then anger. Ziva was hurting herself by getting herself drunk.

Ziva looked up as he walked over to her.

"Tony?" Ziva whispered, "W-what are you doing here?"

"No." Tony hissed, angrily pointing his finger at her, "What in the world do you think you're doing?!"

"Excuse me?!" Ziva slurred, anger in her eyes.

"You're hurting yourself Ziva!"

Ziva sat up and attempted to walk towards him.

"I don't know what you're-" she managed to say before she stumbled into Tony's arms instead of onto the floor. Tony pulled her to her feet and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She smiled drunkenly up at him and he smiled back. Her eyes drooped and she patted his stubbled cheek.

She slurred again, "You need to shave."

Ziva's breath reached Tony's nostrils and he scrunched his nose in disgust.

"Gosh, Ziva." He breathed, "Your breath-" He was cut off as Ziva pressed her index finger against his lips and planted a soft kiss to his cheek. She smiled up at him and he got lost in her eyes.

"I am cold, Tony." She whispered in his ear.

"No." He shook his head slowly, knowing that it was the alcohol getting to her.

"What?" Ziva whined, which was so not like her.

"No" Tony repeated, pushing her away. She stumbled backwards, her back hitting the wall.

"I thought you said you loved me!" She cried, tears pooling in her eyes while one escaped, slowly streaming down her face.

"Look Ziva, you're drunk." Tony said slowly, "Just go to bed."

"No! I am not drunk!" She yelled.

'Yeah. You are.' Tony thought as he watched Ziva's body heave with each sob, her hands covering her down turned face.

"Come on, let's go to bed." He sighed, wrapping his arm around her.

"No!" She whined, "Wait-let's? As in you and me?" She smiled up at him and his heart melted.

Tony sighed heavily, "Yeah. You and me."

A/N: You didn't see that coming, did you? Hope you enjoyed it! Please leave your reviews below. The last chapter will be up either later today or tomorrow. (Don't worry, if you like this one I might make it a series. :) How about that? :D)