Note: As promised, here is part two, aptly named regrets: part two. Before i forget, I saw yes man last week and it had BOTH Sasha alexander AND Leon Vance (I forgot the actors name. but he's not that important, is he?). I was pretty excited. It was like old NCIS meets new NCIS in the same movie...they didn't actually have a scene together, but they were still in it. Anyway, back to the story. I'm going to have to write a third part. I kept trying to write more after the end scene in this chapter, but nothing felt right. So i'm going to have to right a whole new chapter thing. Anyway, thanks to all who reviewed last chapter and thanks to everyone who bothers reading the authors note. Hope you enjoy it. P.S., I am working on a part to to my 'about that tattoo' story. Here's a hint, read my authors note at the end of the first chapter of said story to know about part two. Here i go with this story.

Regrets Part 2

Ziva slowly swirled her wine glass, her eyes never leaving her partners'.

The silence that had recently descended upon them was comfortable without any awkwardness. It had followed their light-hearted and joking conversation as naturally as the wine that had followed dinner.

"So, Ziva, tell me again why you brought dinner." Tony finally spoke, the ghost of a smile playing over his features.

"I have told you already, I thought that I may have been too harsh on you during the case."

"So what you're trying to say is that you're..." He trailed off and gestured for her to finish the sentence.

She gave him a confused look.

"I am...here?"

"No, you're trying to say that you are..." He waited patiently for a few minutes, tolerating her blank stare. "It starts with an 's' and ends with a 'y'".

Her face turned from puzzlement to understanding and on to annoyance in rapid succession.

"You still want me to apologize after I made you a rather large christmas dinner?"

"Well...it would be nice."

"I thought apologizing was a sign of weakness." Anger beginning to tinge her voice.

"Weakness is what makes us human." Tony retorted, that insufferable, but knowing, grin on his face. The same grin that he always wore when he knew he had the upper hand.

Ziva pondered his words, anger dissipating. That...actually made sense.

"I suppose you are correct."

"So I get to hear you apologize?"

"No. I did nothing wrong."

This time it was Tony who was confused.

"But you just said that you-"

"I said that I may have been too harsh, I never said I was wrong. What I did was necessary to solve the case."

"Wha-no it didn't. How did your sniping about my past girlfriend have anything to do with the case?"

"If I had not mentioned her, you never would have realized that her father owned that company, and then we never would have learned about the law suit between him and the victims."

"Really? I thought her husband staring daggers into my back would be enough to keep my mind on her."

"Whatever." She shrugged. "Either way, I have never felt the need to apologize before, I do not see the need to do so now."

Tony was dumfounded.

"You have never, in your life, felt the need to apologize? Never felt that something you did was wrong? Never felt regret?"

"No." She replied evenly.

In Mossad, lying quickly became second nature. Not were agents taught how to lie, but also the physiology of lying.

Different parts of the brain are activated during the lying process, the heart beats faster in order to compensate as well as in response to the adrenaline released into the body.

To circumvent these effects, canned lies were encouraged. Lies that were stored in the actual memory, lies that when retrieved, were no different than memories.

It was a simple and effective.

Of course, for such a simple yes or no answer, it was much simpler. Answer before the body has a chance to respond. Do not think, merely act.

That simple 'no' lacked any truth whatsoever, but could have passed any polygraph. In fact, Ziva had passed many.

"Bullshit." Tony's comment pulled her from her reverie.

"Excuse me?" She asked startled.

"You. Are. Lying."

Ziva stared.

"If you're going to use your Mossad lying mind trick things, at least don't do it so obviously. It may work on other people, maybe even Abby and McGee, but not me.

I know that you're no emotionless android. I've seen you wallowing in pity, self doubt, I've seen you guilt-ridden, I've seen you angry, happy, sad, and everything in between. You are without a doubt the most passionate woman I've ever met, and you dare to tell me you've never felt even a twinge of regret?"

He shook his head.

"I know you Ziva. Maybe too well. I knew you would be too proud to apologize, but i thought at least you would trust me enough with the truth."

Ziva bristled.

"Do not dare to think that you know me better than anyone else DiNozzo." She spat.

"Really? So I should just forget all the nights you've spent at my place watching movies? The nights I've spent at yours?"

"No-"

"Should I forget the fact we were locked in a box together, facing death?"

"Tony-"

"I must have just imagined those nights we were married."

"That was just mission."

"That's all it was to you then? An assignment? An onerous duty?" His voice gradually increasing. "Because I seem to remember you enjoying it maybe a little to-"

"That is enough Tony." Ziva interrupted him harshly, her eyes blazing. "I hope you enjoyed the dinner. Now that I know you have eaten, I should leave." She quickly gathered her things.

"Good-bye Tony." She headed towards the door.

"Wait. Ziva..." Tony called. The Israeli paused at the threshold but did not look back, leaving him staring wistfully after her.