"So where is she then?" Abby asked, a puzzled look on her face. The glass was cleaned up, McGee had gotten on Abby's good side once more.

"I don't know." McGee answered. "She said she was coming down to see you, and Ducky, and ran into Gibbs on the way. It was a quick chat. She should have been down here by now."

"Who should?" Gibbs asked, striding into the room, coffee in his right hand.

"Ziva! McGee said she was coming down here! I haven't seen her."

"Boss, it's been thirty minutes since she ran into you upstairs."

Gibbs opened his mouth to speak, then shut it quickly, turned on his heels and strode once more out of the room, leaving Abby and McGee trailing him. Gibbs went straight to the Autopsy room, surprising Ducky.

"Jethro, I wasn't expecting you here. Something on your mind?" He then noted Abby and McGee trailing close behind, and nodded a hello to the both of them, Abby smiled quickly, then looked back at Gibbs.

"Ziva, Did you see her?"

"Ziva? No, I haven't. When did she get back?"

Gibbs held his breath and was walking out, leaving Ducky's question unanswered. Ducky and Palmer joined in trailing Gibbs, both curious of where their co-worker was.

"DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked, stopping for a minute.

"Haven't seen him boss-"

"He was with me…I was upset, and he said he'd be right back." All eyes were on Abby.

"When?"

"About...about twenty five minutes ago."

They commenced walking once more. This time, a little less rushed. Gibbs slowed, hearing quiet voices in one of the nearby rooms. The door to the supply closet opened slowly, and Tony stepped out, looking puzzled at the entourage at the door. He held Ziva's hand, very lightly. Ziva's face was slightly puffy, her eyes red. Abby breathed out a quiet "Ziva" and moved quickly, wrapping her arms around her friend. Ziva didn't reject the hug, and actually embraced Abby tightly. Everyone smiled slightly, said hello, and then Gibbs spoke.

"Tony, take Ziva. Go get something to eat, or go to the beach or something. Ziva. I want you back with a clear head. Got that?" Ziva nodded absently. "Well go on, get." As soon as Tony had led Ziva away, with no protesting, Gibbs turned around, facing the others. "We got a body. Norfolk. Grab your gear, lets go."

"Uh, Boss, what about Tony and Ziva?" Gibbs glanced at McGee. "Right…doing this without them for now.."

"Abbs," Abby looked up, "C'mon, you're coming with us."

Abby grinned and ran off, Gibbs stood still, slightly confused. She ran to her lab, and threw a sign onto the door that read "Off being Special Agent Abigail Sciuto with Gibbs" and ran back to wear Gibbs stood. "Ready to go!" She said eagerly, Gibbs grinned and walked out to his car, McGee would have the truck, Palmer and Ducky, the ME van, and Abby got shotgun in Gibbs's car.

They arrived at Norfolk, and parked at the edge of the beach. Gibbs stood, and looked around.

"McGee, get the witness statement." He turned to Abby, "C'mon Abbs, you can take pictures."

Ducky was on the beach, standing over the body of a woman in uniform. He looked out to the water, there were a few boats, not many in this area, and the tide was high at this point of day.

"What do we got, Duck?"

"A curiously positioned young female." Ducky was trying to determine time of death, when Abby walked over with the camera. "Abby, you're investigating today, I see."

"Yes I am, Ducky, yes I am" She smiled proudly and took pictures. Ducky began to report his findings to Gibbs.

"Right, so our female here is-"

"Veronica Transwith." Abby interrupted.

"Do you know her?" Gibbs questioned.

"No. But I saw a car in the lot."

"And you know her name because of a car?"

"No." She smiled and rolled her eyes slightly. "We walked past the car, and on the mirror was one of those badges."

Ziva sat up front with Tony, as he drove around. He didn't know where to go, or what to do, and he finally settled on going to his house, and making her something to eat.

"I'm sorry, Tony."

"You've got nothing to be sorry for Ziva."

"Yes, I do. I-"

"Ziva, grieving is natural, and just because you took time off to go relax, doesn't mean you're over it. You didn't have a shoulder to cry on. Everyone needs a shoulder to cry on."

Ziva looked over. She was so used to this strong, childish person, but sometimes he didn't seem that to her. She felt as if his flaws were visible, yet no one pointed them out. He pulled over, and parked.

"Where are we?"

"My home."

"And what are we doing here?"

"I figured I'd make you something to eat. You don't seem like you want to face people at the moment." Ziva smiled softly, and Tony led her inside. "Make yourself comfortable."

She nodded, but walked around the house. It was so welcoming. After a few minutes she walked over to the kitchen, where she found Tony cutting some vegetables.

"Mind if I help?" She asked, walking into the room, and washing her hands. His smile was gentle.

"Go right ahead." He said. "Stir fry sound good?"

"Yea, sounds great." She smiled and began chopping the vegetables for him, as he went and worked the meat. It was peaceful, the sound of chopping and the quiet music playing. Tony pulled some wine from the cupboard and two glasses, pouring them and sneaking around behind Ziva. He brought his arm around her, holding the glass, and he could her a small chuckle as she took the glass. "Thank you Tony."

"Anytime" He took a sip of his wine, and finished off the stirfry-adding in the vegetables and some sauce. It smelled delicious, and Ziva realized she hadn't had a normal home cooked meal in ages. It was nice, and relaxing.

A/N

Sorry about the long wait, I've been busy with school, and many of the stories I just didn't get around to updating. Here you are! Hope you enjoy. ~Lissa Joan