A million times SORRY!!!! my computer had to go visit my brother due the the amount of viruses that were completely screwing up my system. By the time I got my computer back, I'd forgetten what was happening in this story and where I was taking it!!!! sorry!!!

Chapter 7

"You can't even look at it properly can you? That should give you your answer."

Gibbs was right, she couldn't look at the card for more then a glance. She hadn't even considered that option.

"But how do I forgive him?"

"You start by letting him talk to you Ziva, without kicking his ass."

"I can't make any promises about that."she joked "Please, can't I just stay here tonight? I can't face him right now."

"I think it would be better if you went home." Gibbs suggested.

"I can't."

"Fine. But you're talking to him… tomorrow. There are clean sheets in the guest room, and you know where the bathroom is."

"Thank you Gibbs." He stretched out his arms, she moved towards him and fell against his chest. He closed his arms around her and gently kissed the top of her head in a rare and compassionate moment.

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"Where do you think you're going?" Gibbs asked Ziva as she walked out of the kitchen as she finished pinning her hair into a tight bun.

"NCIS. Do not worry, I will not let this interfere with my work."

"You're not going anywhere."

"excuse me?"

"you heard me, you're not going anywhere, you look like hell."

"I do not."

"Ziva, your room is two down from mine. I could hardly sleep last night thanks to your crying and how many times did you go to the bathroom? You can't have gotten any sleep. I can't use someone who's not going to be at full strength."

"I am sorry Gibbs, I never meant for you…"

"Stay. Better yet, go home." And with that Gibbs picked up the dry toast Ziva had made herself and walked out the door, "for the record, I like honey on my toast next time."

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"Ziva, you have to call me, I'm going out of my mind here. You didn't come home last night, and you haven't been into work. I know your probably pretty pissed with me right now, and don't want to talk to me, but please, just let me know you're safe. I love you Ziva, let me make this right." Tony hung up his desk phone and rested his forehead in the palm of his hands. He heard the elevator's alert and his head snapped up, hoping to see his amazing wife. Workers poured out but she was not amongst them. Instead there was Miriam. He could feel anger taking over his body, just from the sight of her.

"Well good morning Sunshine, you always were an early bird. No crutches today Honey?" She said in her thick Southern accent.

"Went to the doctor last night and he said I could start trying without them." He huffed.

"Well isn't that just fantastic. Back to full strength you'll be able to get up to all sorts of mischief now," she said suggestively.

"don't you have work to do Mir-i-um?"

"Don't you DiNozzo?" The unmistakeable voice of Leroy Jethro Gibbs came from behind Miriam.

"Boss have you seen…"

"I'll be in autopsy." He stated coldly as he threw his jacket over his chair and continued through the squad room. Tony stood up, slowly and carefully.

"Where ya going sweetie-pie?"

"Get some work done Miriam. Solve the case so you can get out of here and out of my life."

Tony raced towards the elevator, jumping in just as the doors were closing. "Where is she Boss?"

"who DiNozzo."

"You know who. Ziva. You know where she is don't you?"

"Is that a question or a statement?"

"just tell me Gibbs." he replied gruffly, not wanting to play any games.

"Yeah, I do DiNozzo."

"You going to tell me?"

"Nope."

"Why the hell not?"

"I don't see what that would accomplish."

"I need to see her. I need to make this right."

"You know how you make this right Dumb-ass. Don't get caught making out with other women."

"She kissed me." Tony yelled, slamming the emergency stop button.

"That's what an idiot would say to excuse their behaviour."

"Where is she?" he demanded.

"What did I tell you? What did I tell you when you got married?"

"what?"

"When you got married, I told you not to hurt her. You haven't even lasted a couple of months, and already she's crying all night in my spare bedroom."

"She was at your place?"

"Yeah DiNozzo."

"Why didn't you call me? Let me know she was alright? I'm her husband. I have a right to know."

"It's not a right, it's a privilege, and you lost it when you lost her trust."

"I have to make it up to her Boss."

"Yeah, ya do."

"Well where is she now? She come in with you or something?"

"No. She isn't coming in today."

"Why not?"

"She looked like hell. I've already got one agent working at half mast, I didn't need another. Plus, I didn't want to have to explain to Vance why one of my team put a fatal knife whole in Miss Fallon."

"Good point Boss...." Tony paused and took a deep breath. "I love her."

"I know that."

"I'm going to make this right."

"Well yeah DiNozzo. If you don't, I'll probably have to explain the knife wound for Miriam and you. I told you not to piss her off." With that Gibbs pressed the emergency stop button. He stepped back and stood next to Tony as the elevator started to move again, he briskly moved his hand behind and slapped Tony on the back of the head.

'I deserved that."

"She's a good woman Tony, don't mess it up."

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Tony had arrived home that night, hoping that Ziva would be waiting for him. He'd picked up dinner on the way, and even if she wasn't there, he would wait for her. He didn't care how long he'd have to wait. He opened their front door. The lights were off and there on no sign she had been there. His heart dropped a little as he realised she probably wouldn't be back tonight either. He walked into the kitchen and put the food in the oven on a low heat to keep it warm. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat down. The later it got the more empty beer bottles fell to the ground in front of him, and the more unlikely it was that Ziva would be coming home to him. As the night went on, he slipped into a deep depression, finally, he paused. Had he heard something at the door or was it his imagination playing tricks on him? He jumped to his feet and eagerly ran to the door hoping to see Ziva on the other side. He swung the door open, he stared in astonishment.

One chapter left... If anyone has anythoughts about another story let me know!!!I"m a little bit out of practice!!!