Another Tiva story...don't know why...they just seem to work well to music...remember, these are separate out of sequence moments

FIne..OK..you win...I own nothing...happy now?

Broken, Seether-

Tony rubbed his hand over his tired eyes, trying unsuccessfully to wipe the sleep out of them. He was wrung out. The strain of the past month was getting to him at last. The Mickey Mouse clock that Abby had given him sat on the corner of his desk. Mickey looked like he was signaling a touchdown with his hands at five minutes to one. Tony picked up the now cold cup of coffee in front of him, took one look at it and threw it in the garbage. He did not need coffee to keep him awake. His excuse for staying up so late recently was sitting with her head on her desk across the darkened office space.

Ziva had final fallen asleep at her desk about a half hour ago. She almost never went home anymore. She would work at her desk until she passed out. Tony suspected that there were more than enough nights that she never slept at all. He started staying late as well, coming up with excuse after excuse for why he just had to stay late as well. Gibbs caught on quick to what Tony was doing and began giving him a few extra assignments during the day to make his late nights seem legit. And if they were not working a case, Gibbs also made sure that Tony took longer lunch breaks so he could nap in Abby's lab.

Tonight, Tony had finished his work earlier that normal and had to struggle to look like he was working on something. He kept looking over at Ziva, who was typing monotonously on her keyboard. The dark circles under her eyes looked almost black. Her normally warm brown skin looked sallow and tired.

Tony watched has her eyes started to droop. Not two minutes later her head was resting on her arms on her desk. Tony could hear her softly snoring. He leaned back and sighed. She still would not talk to him. Oh, she would talk at work, about work. He had hoped after their talk in the men's room she would open up more. But she shut down again. She even seemed to be getting worse. As soon as she was cleared to become an agent, she seemed to go cold. Tony could not understand it.

"No, please stop…" Ziva whimpered from her desk

Tony looked up. Ziva was practically writhing at her desk her eyes were closed but her mouth was open in a silent scream.

"Aba…help me…no..no…don't touch me…no..NO…Tony…so sorry…help…" she cried out as the tears poured down her still sleeping face.

Tony couldn't take it anymore. He got up and went over to her. He knew it wasn't the safest thing in the world to do, trying to wake up a sleeping assassin, but he could not see her like this.

"Ziva…You're safe. I Promise...Ziva…wake up." Tony gently shook her shoulder. He was prepared for her to break his arm. He was not prepared for what happened next.

Ziva's eyes snapped open. They were blind with terror and she leapt out of her chair and crawled into the corner. She curled up in a fetal position and started to rock back and forth.

Tony was shocked. What had happened to her? With tears in his eyes he went over and pulled her up, putting his arms around her. She struggled for a bit, but Tony kept on saying "You're safe now Ziva. I've got you. You're safe. You're safe. No one will hurt you. I have got you." He said it over and over again until she calmed down. Then the flood gates opened. She sobbed hysterically as she told him about every bruise, every cut, and every violation that was done to her body during her months of captivity. Tony was sobbing as well at this point.

When the storm passed, both of them were quiet. Tony gently lowered the both of them so that they were sitting on the floor behind her desk. He grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her. He used the corner of his sleeves to wipe the tears from his own eyes. He put his arm around her shoulder and moved her to rest her head on his shoulder. Then he looked down to the now silent Ziva. He knew she was ashamed of losing it like that in front of anyone, let alone him. But he had to keep her talking.

He rested his chin on the top of her head and said in a mock threatening tone, "If you tell anyone I cried I will put super glue on your keyboard."

Ziva let out an unladylike snort and looked up at him with a small smile. "Thank you." She said simply. There were no words for what had passed between them. They may never even speak of it again. But they both knew that the healing had finally started.

- - - --

Gibbs was first to come into the office again. He always came in a bit early to get a bit of work done before the rest of the crew. As he turned in to the bull pen he heard a familiar soft snoring combined with a slight wheezing sound. He knew that wheezing sound anywhere. Tony had never completely recovered from his ordeal with the plague, as much as he tried to hide it. Gibbs looked behind Ziva's desk to see his two agents in the same clothes they had been wearing the day before, curled up together underneath Tony's jacket.

Gibb's smiled. It was about time these two started to sort things out. He made a quick decision. Gibbs grabbed his coffee and headed for the stairs to visit Abby. He knew she was already in her lab by this time. He let the door to the stairwell slam shut behind him. He knew the noise would wake the sleeping agents and give them a chance to collect themselves. Gibbs grinned. Today was going to be interesting.