She had stayed quiet for the whole ride back, despite Tony's best efforts to get some sort of reaction from her by going on about the latest film he'd seen, and as soon as the he had stopped the car Ziva had disappeared.
"It isn't just me that finds Ziva's behaviour lately strange, right?" Tony asked as he walked into the bullpen not entirely shocked to not find her sat at her desk.
"No, it's not just you. But Ziva's business is Ziva's business; we need to stay out of it. She'll never forgive you if you pry." Tony gave him a odd look. "What?"
"Why would she only never forgive me?" McGee's gaze went back to his computer screen as he shook his head at his colleague.
"Because I'd never pry." He mumbled.
"Dinozzo!" Gibbs shouted, shocking the half asleep man awake, several hours later.
"Yes Boss?" He asked slightly groggily.
"Dead body, find Ziva, meet us there."
"Why, you think she did it Boss?" His sleep riddled brain thought being his usual funny self would break the tension on his boss' face; a sharp stinging pain across the back of his head convinced him otherwise. "Sorry Boss." He said, rubbing where Gibbs had slapped him. "Finding Ziva Boss."
"Ziva? Zi? Are you in here?" Tony called pushing the ladies room door open. He'd been to every one of her usual hiding spots: the gym, the coffee shop over the road, the park, he'd even phoned her home number but he couldn't find her anywhere.
After a few indignant looks from Delores from Human Resources, who quickly left, Tony noticed Ziva's trade mark boots under one of the stall doors. "You know Zi," he started leaning against a sink. "I don't know how it works in Israel, but when someone asks if you're there, it's customary to answer them." When she didn't reply he closed the two step gap between him and her door and leaned his head against it. "Are you alright?" He asked quietly. More silence. "Zi?"
"I am fine." She sniffed, much to Tony's alarm.
"Zi?" He heard her move and moved his head seconds before she wrenched the door open.
"I said I am fine, Anthony!" She shouted, but the tear stains on her cheeks betrayed her. She pushed past him and turned the tap on one of the sinks. "What do you want anyway?"
"Gibbs wants you." He mumbled sadly. "We've got a case." He started to the door.
"Oh." Ziva's voice was small. "I'm sorry, Tony?" But he was already gone.