A/N: Hey again. You are all so fabulous for the niceness, so thank you. And just when you thought things couldn't get any worse, go on. Read. Cry. Review. I know it's shorter, but I think I'll update again later.

Question: What do you want to see? What scenarios, emotions, thoughts?

"Ziva," Abby said as the young woman walked into the lab. Ziva looked around. She looked lost; her eyes were distant, like she was remembering something. Abby walked over to Ziva, embracing her. "It's going to be okay. We're going to figure this out,"

Ziva nodded. "Thank you, Abby," She sounded stronger than she felt. She took a deep breath as she stepped out of the embrace. "The dental records?"

"Yeah, the results should be in soon. It took awhile this time," Abby said, turning to her monitor. Before she knew it, a message box popped up: Delete? "No, no, no, no, no," Abby said, typing quickly.

Suddenly the lights began to go in and out before turning off completely, and the computer which Abby had just been working on followed in suit. Smoke poured out of it angrily and sounds of miniature lightning began to erupt. A small flame broke out on the computer.

Ziva grabbed Abby and pulled her to the ground, and they began to crawl out of the lab. "Come on, Abby," Ziva cried as she pulled her out the door and sounded the fire alarm. It immediately began to wail and the sprinklers activated.

"Abby! Ziva!" Gibbs called, as he ran into the hallway where they were. He grabbed their wrists, pulling them further down the hall to safety.

"There's a fire in my lab, Gibbs!" Abby said through the alarm.

"Do you know what caused it?" Ducky asked. Ziva and Abby sat on one of his tables in autopsy. The fire department had arrived quickly, but Abby's computer was completely dead.

"There was some sort of surge that cause the computers to, well, freak and overload and kill the system. We're just lucky it didn't kill the rest of the computers in the building. I just happened to be using most of the power,"

"And you're sure they're alright, Duck?" Jethro asked the doctor.

"Yes, they're fine. Just a little smoke inhalation, resulting in light headedness. They'll be fine,"

"I have had too much smoke today," Ziva said as she got up, leaving the room. Abby looked to Gibbs.

"When do you think she'll be okay? I mean, I know it hasn't even been a day… Oh no," Abby said. "The dental records. Something happened and it asked me if I wanted to delete… Oh no,"

"Abs, what does this mean?" Jethro stepped forward.

"We may have just lost our last chance to prove that it wasn't Tony," Abby said, dazed. "I am so sorry," she said, regret and frustration clear in her voice.

"It's not your fault," Gibbs assured her.

Ziva stumbled into her apartment that night. She usually loved her peaceful apartment building, but tonight it was too quiet. Ziva looked around for a moment, unsure of what to do now. It was late, and though all she wanted to do was sleep and get away from it all, she wasn't tired.

She walked into her kitchen, almost turning on the teapot to boil some hot water for tea. Instead, Ziva prepared coffee in her often unused coffee maker. While it was working, she walked into her bedroom. She opened up her closet. She needed to get out of these clothes. They smelled too much like smoke. She walked her fingers through the few hangers that were inside, landing on the green dress she had worn on the first undercover mission she and Tony had been on. Ziva pulled it on and walked back out into the kitchen to get her coffee. She brought it to her nose. It smelled a little like him.

Ziva walked over to her TV slowly. It had taken him several months, but he had finally convinced her to buy a TV. The summer Gibbs was gone he came over often. They'd watch movies. Laugh. Eat. Have a little wine. It was comfortable.

That was when I fell in love, Ziva realized. She had been attracted to him for so long, and they were friends. But that summer, everything changed. And as time went on, they both changed too. Tony became the man she knew he could be: strong, intelligent, mature, caring. And somehow, along the way, she fell in love with this man.

He had a way of irritating her like no one else could. He knew which buttons to push. He knew how to make her smile, make her laugh. He dared to pick fights with her, to challenge her. And though sometimes he could be, well, annoying, fighting with him was the best thing that had ever happened to her. I would give anything to fight with him again. I'd give anything to see his smile. To say goodbye.

Ziva was launched out of her thoughts at the startling sound of the movie she had put in. It was a classic, one Tony would have probably watched twenty times… this year. As she watched, Ziva made connections to the references he had made over the years. She gave a small smile, just a little one, as she thought back to when things were good. Before Jenny died. Before Jeanne. Things were comfortable, things were right. She didn't worry about his health, his whereabouts, his "dentist" appointments, his drinking. Everything was as it should be.

But those days hadn't lasted long.