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Tony sat at his desk in the oddly deserted ball pen his eyes fixated on the empty desk opposite him. There was a huge hole in the team and it was felt by every member but especially Tony.
'I wish I had been able to talk to Ziva' he mused for what the felt like the hundredth time 'Come on Tony' he shook himself 'You've done nothing wrong, it's Ziva who made the decision to stay away from you' yet as much as he seemed to try he could not shake the hole from his heart any more than he could move the moon.

Ziva awoke to the harsh sunlight beating through the dirty window. She was not sure at what point during the night she had made it out of the bathroom but she was glad that she no longer felt the extreme nausea. After having been locked in Saleem's dark hideout for so long she thought sunlight should be blessing but it was just a reminder that she was supposed to have died. She knew it was why her father chose her for that mission, he saw her as a disgrace to the family name she was sure and to a certain extent she wanted to die too.
If it had not been for the tiny life inside of her she would have killed herself by now and she knew it but the ever growing ball of cells inside of her provided a glimmer of hope that something good was going to come in the end, she hoped.
Ziva dragged her exhausted form from the rickety bed and back into the bathroom to try and freshen up. With little money and no possessions she was living in some borrowed clothes which had been left at the motel from previous occupants. She glanced in the mirror at her reflection and almost did a double take. While most of the swelling from her face had gone down her eyes were accompanied by huge dark bags, her eyes themselves seemed fed up and lifeless. The clothes she was wearing hung off the starved parts of her thin frame and made her small bump look like the only healthy part of her. Ziva pushed her hair out of her face with an old elastic band she had found trying to improve on her look. She sighed as she realised all it did was make her face look thinner and even less stomach groaned as she realised she had not eaten a decent meal in far too long. She vaguely remembered something the woman at the front desk had gabbled at her last night about a complimentary breakfast for guests but in her tired state Ziva had not really acknowledged much of what the woman had said. Taking a last look in the mirror Ziva left the room to find her much needed breakfast.

McGee walked into Abby's lab and was surprised to be met with music even louder than usual he had been expecting no music due to Ziva's absence. With the Caf-Pow clutched in one hand he approached Abby who was bending over her microscope. Her stance seemed to suggest she was stressed but when she turned on his approach her expression seemed to lean slightly more towards anger than anything else.

"McGee" she greeted shortly

"Hey Abby, are you alright?"

"Fine" she snapped "Why wouldn't I be? I mean it's not like you and Tony just risked life and limb to save a woman who doesn't trust us and has now left without a single word" McGee took a step back just in case she started to throw things.

"Well maybe she doesn't know quite what to say" McGee was more worried about Ziva's reaction to her rescue than anything else. Normally if something went badly wrong she just acted like it had never happened but after something so traumatising she had just been left on her own and he was worried about her.

"Well she should still be making an effort after all she put Tony through"

"Abby you didn't see her" Tim said quietly "She wasn't herself and I think more went on than we know about especially now she has been rejected by both her father and NCIS" Abby's eyes flashed dangerously.

"Are you defending her? After what you had to go through to find her?"

"I don't know" Tim said honestly "I'm saying we need to look at this from all perspectives, Tony clearly is not the only one hurting" Abby's shoulders slumped in defeat

"Where is she McGee?"

"I don't know Abs" he drew her into a hug "I don't know"

The complimentary breakfast had turned out to be bordering on a health hazard but Ziva ate it anyway. Bland and boring it had not done much to alleviate her hunger and she definitely was no closer to getting back her old figure. She was walking up and down the streets of DC in the hope of finding a job but she was ignored by the majority of passers-by. She had not been in this area of DC before and despite her training Ziva felt on edge. Whether it was due to her lack of back up, single weapon or that she was now protecting two lives she had no idea she was just glad she did not stand out.

She spotted a small diner on the corner of the street which said 'staff needed'. With no alternatives she walked in but not before catching a glimpse of the top of the NCIS building in the distance, her heart panged for the life she had once had.

"Can I help you Miss?" A tall man with dark hair stood behind the counter looking at her. It was not a scrutinizing gaze but one that held warmth.

"I am here to apply for a job" The man smiled and introduced himself.

"I'm John Walters I own this place with my wife Holly but she doesn't work at the moment" his eyes seemed to light up at her inquiring glance. "She's just had our first baby" Ziva looked at the barely contained man in front of her who was so excited over his new baby and her stomach dropped as she realised that something like that would never happen to her.

"My name is Ziva David" she managed "I am in desperate need of this job" it pained her to say that but her pride was not important right now.

"Do you have any type of training, qualification that sorta thing?" he asked

"Well I, grew up in Israel and was educated there but I am a former Mossad officer and I worked at NCIS for several years"

"And now you want to work in my greasy diner?" he said in a disbelieving tone

"Yes, there was a situation and now I am alone and" she took a deep breath of air "pregnant with no support" Immediately his eyes softened.

"I'll take you on" he said "the pay will not be great but I promise no awkward questions. Pregnancy was scary for both my wife and me so I can't imagine you having to do it on your own"

Ziva breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, you have no idea how much this means to me"

"Don't mention it" John smiled "Are you able to start now as we are about to open and I'll take you through the basics?" Ziva nodded

"Let's get cracking then"

Ok I don't normally get two chapters up in the same day and I live in Britain which will make some odd updating times if you live in America or anywhere that isn't Europe so bear with me. Remember that little blue button makes me smile ,