A/N Wow, people really don't like that Ziva's engaged...

MUAH HA HA!!

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Chapter 4 – Distracted

Tony sat on his couch in silence, chewing on the hamburger he'd picked up on the way home.

He was too late. She was engaged. She was happy with someone else.

He kept picturing it in his mind.

"He's my fiancé. So what did you want to tell me?"

He had managed to mumble "Nothing", then climbed into his car and left. He could see them greet each other in his rear-view mirror.

What would happen now? Could he keep working with Ziva without being distracted?

The doorbell rang, waking Tony from his thoughts. He went over and opened the door. He froze.

"Hi," Ziva said.

"Hi."

Silence again.

"I brought dessert with me," Ziva said, holding up the plastic bag she was holding.

"That's very unlike you," Tony replied. Ziva grinned and walked inside.

A few minutes later they were eating ice cream. Tony had turned on the T.V so they could at least have background noise.

"So you liked Miami?" Tony asked finally.

"Oh, yes," Ziva replied. She began telling him various details about things she'd done, but Tony kept zoning out and staring at her. HE quickly diverted his attention to the television.

Ziva paused for a moment. "I keep thinking about it."

Tony looked at her. "Thinking about what?"

"What happened in L.A."

There was another silence, but this time it was appropriate.

"We failed her," Ziva said quietly.

"It wasn't our fault," Tony replied.

Ziva scoffed slightly. "You honestly, whole-heartedly believe that?"

Tony thought for a moment. "No," he admitted. "But it's not like we disobeyed her and that's why it happened." He paused. "I think Ducky was right."

"Right about what?"

"That they way Jenny died was more favourable than the way she was going to."
"I suppose you are right," Ziva agreed, smiling weakly.

They started watching a movie that had just started on T.V.

After a while, Tony noticed the time. "God! Look at the time! 2230!"

Ziva glanced at her watch. "So?"

"Shouldn't you be at home?" Tony asked, trying to sound concerned rather than jealous.

"Why?"

"I don't know…" Tony replied lamely.

Ziva laughed. "Chris got called into work. He's a bartender," she explained.

"Oh," Tony said. "Alright then."

They watched another movie, which finished at 1:30. Tony had dozed off, and woke just in time to see the credits.

He looked to his right. Ziva was sleeping, using the couch armrest as a pillow.

Tony watched her for a moment before regaining his senses. After covering her with a blanket, he went to his own room.

"TONY!"

Tony woke with a start. "What the…."

Ziva stood in front of him. "Time for work. Come on," she said, throwing a shirt at him before leaving the room. Tony quickly pulled on his clothes and found her in the kitchen eating toast and reading the paper.

"Daddy!" shrieked the little girl who sat next to her mother at the table. Tony went over and kissed her good morning.

"Hi honey. You sleep alright?" Ziva asked, turning the page of the paper.

"Yeah," Tony replied, kissing her hello as well.

"TONY!"

Tony snapped out of his daydream. "What?"

"Are you alright?" You've been standing there for a full minutes without moving," Ziva said.

"I'm fine."

"Good. I hope you don't mind, but I made breakfast. You really should go grocery shopping," she added. Tony grinned; his cupboards barely ever contained food, mostly because he preferred takeaway.

Ten minutes later they were in the car on the way to work.

Ziva's phone rang. "It's Chris," she said. Tony gripped the steering wheel tighter.

"Hello? Oh, hi! Yeah, I'm fine. I stayed with a friend," Ziva said into the mouthpiece. "Alright, I'll see you tonight. Bye."

"Everything okay?" Tony asked.

"Yeah. Apparently he didn't find the note I'd left for him last night."

"Alright then."

They arrived at NCIS to find Gibbs and McGee at their desks.

"Anything new?" Ziva asked.

"Hanson's girlfriend has disappeared. McGee's tracing her mobile now," Gibbs explained.

"Got a hit Boss. She's outside 769 Canola Crescent, Silver Springs."

Ziva gasped.

"What?" McGee asked.

"That's my apartment!"

A/N I couldn't remember exactly where Ziva lived, I just remember Silver Springs.

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