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"What do you mean you don't know?" Abby screamed over the loud music still blaring from the speakers. "You're suppose to know everything that goes on upstairs."

McGee grabbed the remote and turned the music off, feeling a headache coming on. "I don't know anything that happened between them. All I know if Tony offered to take Ziva home. She probably told him to go on about his business and he went to his own place."

"Like you know Ziva that well?" She scoffed. "I bet they get it on."

"Abby!."

"What?" She pouted. "It's not like it's not there for them. Haven't you seen the way they look at each other?"

He didn't want to answer that question, because he had. McGee had noticed everything Tony and Ziva had together, he was envious and wanted it too.

"Don't get your hopes up, it doesn't always turn out like in the stories."

She wanted to pretend it did, like nothing ever happened. Though it did. Abby knew one of them could die on the job. They had a chance every time they walked out of the building to go out in the field, to never coming back again.

They all had the chance of losing each other, and they all took it.

"It's kind of hard not to."

McGee put his hand on her back, "I know, Abby. I know."

"What do you have on the body, Duck?"

Ducky turned around to face Gibbs, his gloves covered in what was left on the inside of the body. "Well, Jethro...it looks like our marine was not just courting around on his wife."

Gibbs shook his head, confused.

"Care to elaborate?"

"Jethro, he has darker colored spots on his lower extremities. This man has two different types of STD's. If I had to take a chance on who the killer was – I'd look through his wife and the other women he's been with."

Ducky rambled on about how STD's would have got you hanged back in the older days in Scotland, but Gibbs continued on leaving the autopsy.

Tony pulled up outside Ziva's apartment, putting the car in park.

"You don't need to be alone."

She sat in silence moments before she answered, "I am fine."

He hated hearing her say that, because it wasn't true. She might be fine on the outside, but on the inside she was hurting – Tony knew.

"I don't care what you say, actions mean more than words. I am going with you." Tony pushed onward. "You need someone right now, Ziva."

"But not you," it hurt him. She knew, but it was the only way to be alone.

"You don't mean that."

"How do you know?"

Ziva's voice broke.

"Because I know you more than you think, Ziva." He whispered.

Tony grabbed the keys from the ignition and opened his door. He was tried of fighting with her. He was tired of not getting into her heart and seeing what was there. He only wanted to see her wounds so he could help heal them. If she had someone else, they'd heal a lot faster than she'd realize.

He opened her car door before she had time to register that he had been out of the car.

"Come on," he confronted. "We'll watch movies, we'll eat, we'll rest, we'll talk. Whatever you want to do, we'll do it."

She stepped out of the car and he closed it back, "you expect me to believe that?"

Now she was hurting him internally, but he didn't show it. Tony knew it was only because Ziva didn't know how she was feeling.

But if she'd talk to me, we wouldn't have to go through this.

"Yes. I care about you, I'm here to listen."

Abby had tried to call Ziva again, but still no answer. She's tried her cell and her house, but Ziva either didn't want to answer or she wasn't there.

"McGee, she's still not answering her phones."

"Neither is Tony."

That made Abby smile in a way that McGee hadn't seen in a while.

"Again, Abby. You can't be getting your hopes up about these two."

"I know, I know."

McGee hated to say this, but he was going to defend Tony. "Ziva's hurting. Tony wouldn't take advantage of her while she was in this state."

"He cares about her."

"Yes he does."

He caressed Abby's arm softly.

Tony had brought two glasses of water from Ziva's kitchen. He found her lying with her head on her armrest, holding a pillow. He sat the two glasses of water down on the coffee table and reached for a blanket to cover her with.

"No, Tony. I don't need it."

He nodded and sat down.

"So what do you need?"

Ziva didn't answer. She stayed completely still and calm...and tense if you looked at her close enough. Tony looked in her eyes and saw the broken there. How all these years of holding together strong, she let it crumble.

"I don't know."

He gently massaged her legs that were facing toward him. "Sleep?"

"No."

"Food?"

"No."

"Then what?"

"I don't you I don't know, Tony!"

She raised her head and looked at him. Ziva hated to get grouchy at him when he was only trying to help, but sometimes he pushed a little too far.

"Why don't you just talk to me, Ziva? I'm here to listen. I'm not going away until you do."

Again she didn't answer. If she didn't talk, he'd stay. That's what she wanted, for him to stay.

"Talk about what?"

"Your father."

Ziva's shell shattered again, as much as she hated it. She felt tears run down her face again.

"I'm not sad over him, I am glad someone finally took him out without it having to be me, but sometimes, I wish it would have been me to do it."

Tony flinched as she said it, he knew she hated Eli, but this much?

"Ziva, he was still your father. You said so yourself. You're going to love him no matter what."

She nodded, "yes, but that still doesn't change my decision about wanting him dead."

Tony never thought he'd hear Ziva say these words, but it didn't matter anymore. He didn't have to worry because Eli was already dead. He wouldn't be there to torture her anymore.

"I have a question."

"That's dangerous," she replied.

"Are you going to Israel for the wake or funeral? Or whatever they call it over there."

Ziva thought about it for the first time since she'd received the call. "No."

"Why?"

"Because the last time I went, I stayed. I ended up in more trouble than I ever had. You had to bail me out of a situation that you shouldn't had to. You should have left me there to die in peace while I had the chance."

"Don't say that, Ziva." Tony spoke loudly, "you never deserved to be there. I'd do it a million times over. I wasn't going to take a chance on you dying there."

"You came and you thought I was dead. How did you expect to get out of there if I had been?"

"I didn't."

"What if it happens again?"

"I'd do it over, but it won't." Tony paused, "if you go to Israel, you won't have a reason to stay this time. You'll be coming back with me. I'm not leaving you there again."

Ziva never thought she'd have someone care for her the way Tony does. She'd never had that in her life before. Everyone at NCIS cared for her, but not in the way he did. He almost made it seem like it was little more than caring. Ziva actually thought she saw love flash through his eyes.

"No, I do not have a reason."

"Then why don't you go."

"Too many memories." Ziva raised up from the couch to take a sip of the water Tony had brought her. "Too many things there that would remind me of the past."

Tony turned her head to look at him, sitting the water down. "What if I can make you forget all of that?" He leaned in and kissed her.

Author's Note: What do you think Ziva's going to think about this kiss? (: It could be good, it could be bad. :/ Review my lovelies.