Just as she headed out to go to the parking lot, she heard Tony call after her. She didn't stop but had no choice when he grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. "Hey, Ziva... Something wrong?" "Yes, something is wrong. You are keeping me from leaving." He released his unintentionally tight grip on her shoulder and took a step back. "Sorry... Do you want to talk about it?" Obviously she didn't, or she wouldn't have been in such a hurry to go home. She turned to leave again but this time he stepped in front of her, blocking her path.
"Why are you taking this out on me?" The expression on his face was one of sympathy and hurt, so she knew he assumed this was about her father. "This has nothing to do with Eli, Tony. Why can't you just mind your own business? It is not like I have stopped you from going anywhere before. Why can you not just let me go home?" As she tried pushing him out of the way, he instinctively put both hands on her shoulders to keep her back. She could easily take him down if she got too angry, and he took a precaution against it and hoped for the best. He was wrong about assuming she'd finally stay put and open up to him though.
Tony wasn't new to taking a slap in the face from a woman, but with Ziva it was different. She was technically defending herself, after all, even though the slap was more out of anger than one for safety. "I told you to leave me alone Tony!" This time she did make her way past him and to her car. There wasn't anything he could do now. He could go to her place and try to calm her down, but obviously his ideas of how to make her feel comfortable were failing tonight. Tony was left with a red hand print across his cheek as he made his way back into the building.
And some days I can't even trust myself, It's killing me to see you this way