He hadn't know how to respond to her outburst, shocked by the words she had spilled. Hadn't even given him a chance to respond back, and he needed time to process it all. It had to be something serious for her not wanting him to get involved. But, they had handled plenty of shit back in the day.

Surely the situation couldn't be much worse? It was like a scream for help, but there was no words spoken. How could he help when she refused to say what it was? He wished she was a little bit more like Abby, more open about things.

Gibbs knew she would hold it all inside, because she thought she was protecting them. But, wasn't it their decision to make? Ziva seemed to be forgetting that, but he would allow it to slide for now. He would approach the subject tomorrow when she had a chance to recuperate from the long flight. He wanted to know what was going on immediately, but he knew that now was not the time.

That didn't mean he was completely against snooping, something that Dinozzo did constantly. And, in this case he figured he had pretty good reason to do so. His son was always full of surprises.

Soon as he heard the sound of water running, he ventured towards the guest bedroom. He hoped to find something useful in there, something that would give him any inkling of the issue at hand. He just hoped that the shower would take awhile. Although, he wasn't too worried about being caught.

The first thing that caught his attention when he entered the room was the laptop laying down on the bed. It was probably password protected, and he certainly wasn't good with computers. He was willing to brave it though for Ziva's sake. While she thought keeping them out of the loop was for the best, Gibbs found it to be disconcerting.

After all, wasn't five pairs of eyes better than one pair? He didn't know what it was, but he was determined that the team could protect her.

Quiet as a mouse, he slinked over to the bed and opened up the lap top. Just as he expected the damn thing was password protected. He kept his ears on high alert for the water to shut off. He figured he only had a few minutes before he'd have to scurry on out of there. He tried a few passwords, none of them worked.

He would have to talk to Mcgee, not that he was entirely sure he wanted to bring the man into it. He didn't see any other options, thinking there had to be a way to access her computer. The sound of the water coming to a halt caused him to stand back up, off of the bed and get out of the room before she noticed.

He slowly shut the door behind him and headed for his own room that was just across the hall. The problem would have to wait until tomorrow, and maybe Mcgee would have the answers. Especially if Mcgee knew it was about Ziva.

If that didn't work, then he'd have to keep pestering her about it. And, he really didn't want to do that. She seemed to be very worked up over whatever the hell was going on, and probably wasn't healthy for her to be holding it all in. He felt bad for thinking of bothering her about it even more.

But, how else was he supposed to protect her?

He shook his head, knowing that he would find out one way or the other. But, his last resort would be to force the subject upon her, it seemed hard for her to even talk about it. He would have to go down the computer route, and hope there was something about it in her files, or possibly even the internet.

He'd also look at things going on Tel aviv, but things had seemed to be finally settling down there? Or was things just starting back up again, and Ziva had somehow managed to get involved.

He decided that he would take a break from all this contemplating and make some dinner for the both of them, he was thinking steak and potatoes. If he remembered correctly, Ziva had liked his steak the last time he made it. That had been a long time ago now, hard to believe it had been that long already.

He stepped out into the hallway, coming to the final decision on what he'd make for the two of them. He ran straight into Ziva who was on the way to her room, and he meant literally. "Sorry Zivers, didn't see you there."

After that awkward exchange, Ziva just smiled and nodded her head. She was unusually silent, and he was the king of being silent. He supposed that spill of words she had earlier had something to do with it. Of course, there was nothing he could do to make that better. She thought if she got him involved that she'd end up getting him killed.

But, Gibbs had already almost died. It had awoken him up to the fact that he had family, and he wasn't about to forget his fatherly duties. Didn't she see that it was his duty to protect her? Not the other way around. Obviously not, or he would have already known the problem. "I must apologize about my earlier outburst, it's not something you need to worry about. I'm sorry that I made it seem that way."

Those were her words, but he wasn't buying it for one second.

"Right. I don't believe you."

His words may have seemed harsh, but they were words of mere concern and worry. He didn't know what was going on inside that brain of hers, but he was surely determined to find out. "It's nothing for you to concern yourself with, trust me." He glared at her right then, tired of this charade of denying that there was a problem.

"Like hell it isn't," He then proceeded to storm past her, brushing her shoulder on the way. He then went on and made dinner for the both of them, a beautiful steak dinner, but none of them were in a very good mood.