DISCLAIMER: Don't own, blah blah. This is probably really bad for my heath saying this so many times..

Guess what?! I UDed! At last. Well, I think it was quicker that last time.. Anyway, I think this is my longest chapter yet. I was up veeeery late writing this. And I spent AGES on it, so I hope you all like it. And I swear it looked longer on Word. I'm actually quite proud of it, for once =P. Oh, dedications. This is for Hay (OutCold), Em (Tiva4evaxxx), Al (FadeIntoTheBackground) and Hannah (YouGottaSingAlong). They are awesome peoples, and amazing writers! Check out their fics, and of course mine too! =) Oh and Hannah? Thanks for the French. I would have died without it. And also, sorry about the last chapter being in bold. I couldn't un-bold it!! Wow, long A/N. Here it is.. enjoy!

It was too dark to see just about anything in the cold, dark room they were sitting in. Ziva could only just make out the figure of a thin, but rather muscly man. He was sitting on the floor next to her. Right next to her. She felt his warm breath tickle her neck. She shivered. Partly because she was absolutely freezing. As for the other part.. Was this who she thought it was? It couldn't be. He was dead. She killed him. She remembered the day as if it were only yesterday, yet at the same time it was blurred with tears and hatred. Tears of his death. Hatred of her father. She had never properly forgiven him for what had happened all those years ago. Or what she thought had happened. Believed it. Cried over it. She was extremely confused. And had to find out what was going on. Why the hell did she wake up in this dark, mysterious room anyway? She didn't even remember how she got here. Ziva David was going to get answers. Now.

For the first time, since he had kissed Ziva so passionately, this strange figure spoke. His voice was sweet and soothing, and had a strong Israeli accent. He spoke in fluent Hebrew.

"Yes Ziva. It is Reilly. You have remembered me?"

She replied to him too in Hebrew.

"So it is really you?!"

She sounded shocked. Well, after all she was. He was alive, and he remembered her! A tingling sensation filled her stomach, and her heartbeat sped up.

"I'm sorry Ziva." he stated.

"I.. I thought you were dead." She stuttered, tears pricking her eyes.

"I know. I should have told you this a long time ago." He sighed, and drew in a deep breath.

"What happened?" This time she really was crying.

"Ziva. Before you hear this I want you to know that I had no control over this. I couldn't do anything about it. I had no choice."

She just sat there. A few tears escaped her eyes. She looked up at the dark figure, wishing she could just gaze into his beautiful green eyes. She managed to nod slightly.

"Okay, good. I'll begin." He drew in another deep breath before starting to explain.

"The director of Mossad, your father, invited me to his office one day. He began to tell me about a top secret mission. No-one knew, except him and I. It was crucial that nobody found out. Not even the people closest to us, no matter how much we trusted them. It was an undercover mission. I was to go deep undercover, and leave the country. But then it came to the problem of everyone else. It was certain that at least someone would notice my absence. So, the Director came to the conclusion that I fake my death. But we knew that wasn't enough. You and I were close. We knew each other too well. You were bound to find out after a while that I didn't actually die. You're a good detective, Ziva. I was almost sure that once you found out, you would come to find me. And I didn't want you to get hurt. If you were caught then you know what would happen to both of us. I did what I had to do. No matter how much that hurt us, it had to be that way. So your father gave you the task to kill me. So that you would be sure that I was dead. It broke my heart to see you cry like that. When you leant over the man who had unluckily had to play the role of me in my fake death. When you whispered three words into his ear after he was gone. My heart was shattered into pieces. Some of which I never found again, until today."

Ziva had heard his story. She now knew what really happened that day. And all she could do was collapse into his arms, in hysterics, tears spilling out of her eyes like waterfalls. Even Reilly himself couldn't contain himself, as several tears escaped his eyes, cradling Ziva in his arms. They stayed like that for about ten minutes, before Ziva talked quietly in English.

"I am just so glad you are alive. I thought you were dead all these years. And here I am now. Lying in your arms. Just like it used to be. Well, minus the crying. And this cut on my leg. It has only just stopped bleeding."

Reilly leaned over and tried to make out how bad the gash on her leg was. The cut was quite deep, began at her ankle, and stopped at the side of her knee. It needed attention.

"Stay here." Reilly whispered, and stood up. He exited the room through the door he had entered the room through, and came back seconds later with a wet cloth and a bandage. He sat down next to her again.

"I'm sorry, but that is all I can do to your wound."

He cleaned it with the wet cloth, Ziva wincing at the unexpected pain. Then he wrapped a bandage around her leg, covering the cut.

"Thank you Reilly."

She smiled at him and wrapped her arms around his torso. He hugged back, but broke off when Ziva started to speak again.

"How did I get this cut on my leg, Reilly?"

"Yes, you cut it on the glass from the broken window."

"Broken window?"

"From your house."

"Why was my window broken?"

"I came in to get you."

"And one more question. Where am I?"

At that, Reilly smiled.

"Do you not recognise it?"

His hand met a box of matches in the corner or the room, alongside a small candle. He lit the candle and a dim glow spread through the room. Ziva's heart beat faster. And faster. Yes, she recognised this place. Of course she did. For it was the room in Ziva's dream. And without thinking she gasped and sprung up, despite the agonizing pain in her leg.

"Tony!"

Her eyes met the small window on the back wall. And she rushed over, pulled back the thick curtains, only to look out and see a car sitting outside. With of course, Tony DiNozzo sitting in the driver's seat.

Dun dun duuuuun..

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