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Chapter 4

"What was that about?" Abby asked caringly. Everyone looked at Gibbs for answers. He just made a confused face and shrugged his shoulders.

Ziva could tell that something wasn't right, and she felt deeply troubled by the look on Tony's face which was now emblazoned on her brain. The team had started talking, but she had no idea what about. Without warning she darted from the room. "Ziva? Ziva" chorused the team left behind her. She sped towards the elevator but she was too late the doors had just closed with Tony inside. She repeatedly slammed her fist against the button to try and open the doors. She watched the display panel above the doors. It had left the floor. She watched as the numbers changed till they stopped. He was in the squad room. It didn't take long for the lift to return, but it seemed like a whole lot longer.

When she arrived in the squad room, he hadn't even sat down at his desk. He was looking at his screen, his impatience growing. Ziva moved into the bullpen and leaned against her desk watching him. "Not again," he belted out, fiery rage in his eyes and with that he was off again, he grabbed his coat, badge and geared up to head out. He started to walk towards the elevator. The second he had passed her, Ziva slid behind his desk. He was looking at photos of the crime scene. The one on the screen was of the table near where the body was found. On the table was a laptop, and manila file opened with its contents spread out across the table, two tall glasses one completely empty whilet the other was still still half full with a silver swizzle stick in it, a mobile phone and a photo of the lieutenant with a young boy with blond hair.

Ziva couldn't make the connection, what was he looking at? What had he seen to make him react like that? Hearing the elevator 'ping' she grabbed her gear and hastily made her way to the lift, sliding in sideways as the doors closed behind her.

"I want it found and opened. This is important." She heard him say as she stepped in. She casually stood next to him and glanced at the buttons on the wall expecting to see the level with Ducky's examination room light up, surely he was going to take new information that might be of help to Gibbs and the rest of the team. But it was the garage that Tony had requested. "Well you better unloose it!" he roared "When I get there that file WILL be waiting for me. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" Ziva was stunned. He was furious. What would make him act like this?

With another 'ping' the doors opened again and he stepped out into the garage. "Just make sure you do," he hollered and with that he abruptly ended the phone call.

"Whats going on Tony?" Ziva asked, concerned for her partner.

"I've got a hunch."

"Would you care to share it with me?"

"No." And with that he opened the door and got in his car. Not satisfied with that response and her concern for her partner growing, she opened the door and sat in the passenger seat.

"What do you think you are doing?" rage evident in his eyes.

"Am I not your partner?"

"Not for long if you don't get out of this car!"

"You said you had a hunch, I will come with you."

"Get out Ziva."

"Not unless you tell me what is going on."

"You know, normally I'd find your defiance cute and just go along with it, but today I'm going to just tell you nicely... Get out."

"What is going..."

"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY CAR."

She stared at him for a few seconds trying to gage his thoughts and feeling. She could see and respect his need for isolation. She didn't like it, but he'd never looked at her like that before. Begrudgingly she opened the door, she put one foot on the ground, her hands were on the seat either side of her thighs ready to leaver herself up, she paused and turn back to him and very quietly uttered the words, "When you are ready, I will have your back." Expecting him to pull away from her, she put her hand on top of his hand that was resting on the park brake. To her surprise he didn't. He closed his eyes, it was as if for a second that solitary touch had taken his pain away, he could breathe again. Not wanting to push the issue and incur his furry again, she slid her hand away from him and exited the car. She stood watching as the car as it sped off unsure if she'd done the right thing by letting him drive off so enraged.

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