Okay well here is chapter 2! I have absolutely no idea where I'm going with this or what I'm doing, but hey, it's worth a shot right? Thanks so much to all those who reviewed. It makes my day! Anyways, enjoy!

She could not take being "fine" any longer. Being "fine" was all but what it was. It was rotting her soul from the inside out. This was it. Ziva knew she had to say something to someone. Now was as good as time as ever. Here we go. She took a deep breath.

"No, Tony, I am not okay." She stated simply, but painfully. If Tony didn't know better, he could have sworn there were unshed tears in scared tired eyes.

He nodded in response, unsure what else to do. He honestly wasn't expecting her to admit something was wrong. It wasn't that he didn't want to know what was wrong, but it was Ziva. The crazy ninja assassin, who possessed an unreadable poker face, was now showing some sort of defeate. Tony knew this was huge step for her, and his response now helped decide if she braved another step forward, or retreated ten steps back. No. He wasn't going to let that happen. He couldn't stand to see that lost pained look in her eyes anymore. Tony took a second to choose his words carefully.

"Okay. Alright. After work today, wanna go out and get a drink, maybe get something to eat? We can talk then." He gave her a sorry excuse for a half smile. He hoped he sounded surer of himself then he thought he did.

Ziva's eyes shifted from his down to her desk, as though she was trying to make some life changing decision. Tony could almost see the internal-battle taking place inside her head. She bit her lower lip as she pushed a stray hair behind her ear. He knew he was losing her.

Tony quickly crossed the bullpen back to where he was previously seated on the corner of her desk. He gingerly lifted her chin so her eyes would meet his. She flinched. His heart sank a little.

"Come on Ziva." He added gently placing a supporting hand on her shoulder.

She looked into his green orbs with her brown ones. She saw the concern, the worry. Closing her eyes tight, she nodded her head.

"But," she opened her eyes quickly and looked at him, "I do not want to go out Tony…"

He was losing her again.

"That's fine. We can go back to my place. We'll order pizza and I've got beer… we'll watch a movie… talk…" Tony held his breath in anticipation of the answer.

Ziva thought for a minute about what this meant. She was volunteering to poor out her soul to Tony, the man who's relationship she shared was complicated enough… Did this really need to be added to it? She looked into green pools once more. They were pleading with her to take this invitation and share her demons. There was something else in his eyes too. Ziva wasn't sure if it was strength or acceptance, but either way she had faith that he could handle what she had to say… the horror stories she would share… her only worry was what he would think of her. Ziva couldn't been as weak, she just couldn't… but she couldn't hold this in any longer.

"Fine Tony" She finally answered, "after work."

Tony smiled at her with sad eyes. He took his hand off her shoulder and walked back to his desk. Well, this was it. In roughly eight hours he was going to be given a glimpse into the hell Ziva was forced to face. Tony just prayed he could handle it.

Hey all! Thanks for reading! Review please and let me know if you want me to continue! Oh, and if continued, the rating of the story will probably go up to T just because of subject matter.