He stared at Ziva, who was clutching her green shirt to her chest, covering her whole front. He could see the straps of her bikini on her hips, and her legs were bare, as were her arms. All of the exposed skin that he could see was mottled with bruises.

"Holy sh…" He trailed off. "Ziva, what happened?" He reached a hand out to her and she backed up until she was against the wall.

"Go away!" She ordered him, her eyes wide with fear, her voice tinged with hysteria.

"Ziva, why are you so banged up?" He again tried to reach out to her. He didn't know what for- to hug her maybe, to make sure she knew she was safe, to reassure her. He didn't really know. But suddenly, her face went from fearful to stony, and she reached out with her right hand and twisted his arm in a very unnatural direction. "What the! Ziva, the hell was that for?" He rubbed his wrist and glared at her. "C'mon, what's wrong with a little hug…?" He finally noticed the marks on her upper arms. There was a mark on each upper arm shaped exactly like a hand- like someone had hurt her. "Ziva, who did this to you?" She didn't acknowledge him verbally. Instead she delivered a solid kick to his chest with her right foot. The blow pushed him out the door, which Ziva slammed behind him.

"Go. Away." Since he suspected she may kill him if he did otherwise, he pretended to. He took a couple steps away from the door, and then silently moved back to the door. He could hear here moving around in the dressing room, and was thinking about saying something when he heard Gibbs calling.

"DiNozzo, David, out here, now." DiNozzo silently ran to the halls doorway.

"Coming boss." He yelled through the door, as Ziva exited the changing room, straightening her clothes. They both entered the pool area together, Ziva shoved him into the doorframe.

"What was that for?" He hissed quietly enough that Gibbs couldn't hear.

"For being a little busy person."She whispered back just as quietly.

"It's busy body, Ziva."

"David, DiNozzo, if you've finished your conversation? And Ziva, aren't you joining the others in the water?"

"You and ducky are not swimming either."

"Yeah, but I didn't ask what ducky and I are doing, did I?"

"No, I am not swimming." Gibbs paced around the edge of the pool, looking into the water.

"Well, I'm waiting to hear from everybody!" He said impatiently. Ziva raised her hand, her attitude somewhere between mocking and genuine. None of them could actually tell. Gibbs sighed.

"Yes, Ziva?" Ziva put her hand down and raised one eyebrow.

"Why did you tell us to go swimming?

Yeah…chapter ends there, I couldn't really think of a good reason for Gibbs to let them swim, but it was vital to my story and your entertainment. If anyone thinks of anything, let me know.