BETHESDA HOSPTIAL
The doctors were able to repair the damage Ziva had caused herself. They were going to keep her overnight and they gave Ziva someone from "psych" to talk to her. Of course she didn't mutter one word to them. Insisting she was fine. Tony showed up that night, after everyone else had visited her. She was just laying there in that bed, looking alone and hopeless. Tony didn't even bother with gifts. How would you even get a gift for something like this? He quietly knocked on the door and slowly walked in. She didn't even bother to look over and see who it was. He just walked up to her and softly spoke. "Ziva?" She just blinked a few times but said nothing. Tony pulled a chair over close to her and sat down. He was at a loss for words. "Ziva, I'm so sorry this happened to you. I know this is going to sound tired and uncomforting but you didn't deserve it."
Ziva just laughed a little bit at what Tony said. "Apparently I do deserve these things. They keep happening to me." Laughing a little more which really bothered Tony. "Ziva, of course you don't deserve this." Ziva then gave Tony the coldest look she had ever given him. "This is my life, Tony. I have a whole lifetime of hurt, coming from them." Tony tried to but in but Ziva couldn't be stopped now. "First my father and his LIFETIME of toture, disguised as love, then my brother who turns out, I never even knew, then there's Saleem, god knows his hurt known no bounds, then Ray, with his constant secrets, all work, and empty ring boxes and now you."
Those words hit Tony like a ton of bricks. She was actually putting him in there with all those other pricks that truly did harm to her. He knew he was sleeping with Ziva and that it wasn't supposed to mean anything but to be compared to Saleem or even Ray? He would never do anything that he thought would hurt her. "Me? Ziva, what do you mean, me?" Ziva now turned her head to look back out the window. Tony hated her silence. The least she could do was answer his questions. "Ziva, what do you mean, me? Ziva just look at me!" "What makes you so different from them, Tony? They all just wanted one thing. They all just wanted a piece of me." Tony didn't know what to say to this. Yes, he was having sex with her but this whole thing was her idea. She had to take some of the blame.
"Ziva, this was your idea." That was his only defense. "Oh, come on, Tony. I may have brought it up but you didn't have to go along with it. You could of just decided that we were better off as friends. That I mean more to you then just meaningless sex, or you could of asked me on a date first but when I just mentioned the idea of sex with me, your practically threw me down on that elevator floor. I knew then that your thoughts of me were the same as theres." Tears were forming in her eyes now. "Ziva, you have to know how much I care about you. Maybe this was a mistake but you can't , for one minute, think that this is how I view you. Us." Ziva just shook her head. "I hate to break it to ya, Tony but you probably won't be sleeping with me anytime soon. I messed myself up pretty bad, down there, today." "Ziva, that's ok." Trying to be understanding but Ziva just continued to get angrier. "No, it is not ok. None of this is ok. Just leave, Tony. Just get out of here. You got what you wanted from me now leave me." Tony slowly stood up and walked away from his friend who he now was convinced, hated him but he didn't leave. He stayed at the hospital that night. He had to convince Ziva that he was not one of them. No matter how convinced she was.