The alarm clock next to his bed turned from 4:56 to 4:57. He sighed out loud, only 3 more minuets until he was to get up.

All this non-sleep wasn't good for him, he knew, but he couldn't do anything about it. After he got the news, he'd counted sheep until he got to 4,354, and at that point it just got boring.

4:58.

He had been thinking about Ziva a lot lately. Not that he didn't before, but she was really weighing on his mind. She was really there for him tonight, and he loved her for that. About a year ago after a case, he and Ziva had went out for drinks. She told him that night that she would always have his back and be there for him. He never imagined that she would have to be there in the current way, but she was.

4:59.

Gibbs understood what he was going through when he told his boss earlier that day the reason he needed the week off. Tony knew that if he would've had any alone time with Gibbs, that he would've gotten great advice. He wasn't sure what McGee's reaction would've been, but he was pretty sure it probably wouldn't be very helpful. He would be in shock, but no advice. The same with Abby, Ducky, and Palmer.

He actually jumped when the alarm clock blared. After turning it off, he ran a hand over his face and pulled the warm covers off, heading to his bathroom for a shower. He wasn't sure if it was the warm water or from being overly exhausted, but he briefly wondered why anybody hadn't invented a shower with a bed inside it for instant sleep. He made a mental note to call one of those late night numbers that announced if you had something worth selling, to call it and become a millionaire.

After a nice, warm 15 minute shower, he forced himself out of it and dressed quickly. After brushing his hair and teeth, he was out the door and heading for his car in 20 minuets.

He was literally pulling into the airport when he suddenly realized that he was about to fly somewhere and meet his son. He couldn't do this alone.

He stopped the car and leaned his head back on the seat, taking a deep breath. The way he saw it, he had two options.

Option one, he could call Ziva, break a few laws and pick her up, break a few more laws driving back and hope that they made final boarding call.

Or two, he could get over it and do it alone.

Taking another sigh, he thought about it some more.

The more he thought about it, the more option two sucked.

He flipped open his cell phone so hard that he almost broke it and speed dialed number 2: Ziva David.

The Israeli said several Hebrew curse words towards the person calling her phone well before 0600. She didn't even lift her head as she flipped open her phone and barely held it to her ear.

"I hate you."

Tony couldn't help but smile, she was always lovely at this time in the morning. `"I know you do." At this point, Ziva couldn't tell if it was Gibbs, Tony, or McGee. No accent, so it wasn't Ducky. Rude of her, yes, but that's what this person got for calling this early. She almost fell asleep again until the male voice spoke, "But I need ya to hop up, pack a bag and be ready in about ten minutes."

"Where are we going?" She asked.

Tony was a little hurt. Did she really forget that fast? "To Arizona?" Now she knew who it was, "You remember the little conversation we had last night?"

She sat up from her bed and sighed, "You said you did not need any help, Tony."

"I know I did, Zi. But I do. If you don't wanna go, it's fine. I mean, I'll make it through somehow."

"No, I do not want to get up from this bed and go to the desert." She was already sliding jeans onto her legs, using her shoulder and chin for a phone prop.

Tony smiled again, driving 70 in a 55, "Then why did I just hear a zipper, Ziva?"

Ziva pulled on a shirt and rolled her eyes at her partner, "Because I am unzipping somebody's pants. We are going to have a nice morning session."

Tony's brain pinged with jealousy, even though he knew it was almost impossible for her to have a man in the bed with her, "Tell her I said hi." He grinned at his own joke, "I'll be there in 5, Zi."

Ziva scoffed at him and threw her phone on the bed. She didn't have a clue what she was going to tell Gibbs her reason for being gone a week, but she was sure he'd put two and two together and figure out she was with Tony.

Sure enough, Tony was knocking on her door 5 minutes later, and she opened it, holding a suitcase in one hand, "I still hate you." She mumbled.

He smiled the biggest smile she'd seen in a week from her partner as he took her suitcase, "We'll stop for coffee, or we may have hours for coffee if we miss the plane." He poked her arm, "Did you tell your lady friend hello for me?"

She whacked him in the chest as she passed him in her hallway. "Lets go so I can sleep on the plane."

He caught up to her and grabbed her arm again, just like he did earlier that morning in his hallway. "Hey," He took a breath, "You know I appreciate this, right?"

Ziva only nodded, a small smile formed on her lips, "We are going to miss the plane."

Tony stared at her for several long seconds and then he snapped back into the real world. "Yeah, lets go."