Friday seemed to arrive in the blink of an eye. It was obvious to Jimmy and Breena that both parties were beyond nervous about the date. Even though it was a double date, not even a date really. The Palmer's were having a date. Tony and Ziva were just two guests who happened to be invited along. Even if nothing romantic came from the union. The pair needed each other, their tragic pasts were almost intertwined in how heartbreaking they were. Tony had Gibbs but Gibbs could only be a friend outside of the office. Ziva could be a friend and shoulder to cry on just about anywhere. Who knows maybe they would even be a family and fill the house with happy and healthy children.

Ziva paced nervously around her room. She had tried on everything that she owned, been to ten different stores, and tried on no fewer than a hundred different outfits. Nothing worked for her, nothing made her feel beautiful. They insisted that this was not a date but what if Tony thought it was? She could not take the risk of showing up and showing off how much of a horrid monster that she was.

"I have a blue dress you can burrow. It is a maternity dress but it covers just about all sins. I wore it for most of a year after Tori was born. It's nothing compared to what you are going through but I was so embarrassed by my stretch marks. I had no idea you could get them on your back." Breena explained.

"No you wear it. I don't think I can go through with this. Just tell Tony that I have a headache." Ziva replied.

"I am wearing the red version. Same dress but Jimmy likes me in red." Breena explained.

"I'll think about it." Ziva sighed.

Tony studied the medium blue suit that hung on the closet door. It was the best thing that he found. The suit he had been planning on wearing was also Kris' favorite suit. He looked amazing in it. Like an American, James Bond but in no way appropriate for a date. OK it was not a date but he was meeting another woman. Another woman who would not take kindly to him dressing in a suit that had aroused his dead wife.

Ziva studied herself in the mirror. Breena was right the dress did cover up her scars. It was also meant for a pregnant woman. A beautiful and perfect pregnant woman like Breena had been. She was just ugly and still carrying around about ten pounds from Elijah.

"What did I tell you? You look amazing!" Breena squealed.

"That is very nice but I cannot wear this. It is for pregnant woman." Ziva started.

"Oh please it's a first trimester maternity dress." Breena laughed.

"It is for woman with a glow and beauty that I do not have." Ziva croaked.

"Ziva you are gorgeous! One of the most beautiful people I have ever seen." Breena insisted.

"No I am not." Ziva argued.

"Ziva David! Wear the dress and enjoy yourself! You of all people deserve it!" Breena insisted.

"I'll try but if I get uncomfortable will you drive me home?" Ziva asked.

"Of course I will." Breena promised.

Tony studied himself in the blue suit. This suit did not give him the James Bond look. Rather it made him look like a middle aged man. He looked back at the sweats that sat on his bed. He remembered the days when he looked like a movie star in just dirty, old sweats. Now those gave him the feeble old man look. There were only ten years or so between Ziva and him but it may as well have been a century. A perfect young woman like her. No way she would want to date a middle aged and bordering on old man like himself. He thought about calling Jimmy and saying that he was sick. He had even dialed the phone but again they had already made the reservations. He was lost in thought and did not even notice that Jimmy had picked up on the other end.

"Hello?! TONY! Are you OK?! TONY! PICK UP NOW OR I AM SENDING 911 TO YOUR HOUSE!"

"Oh shit, Jimmy I meant to hang up."

"What is going on? Are you feeling alright?"

"Fine just having a nasty case of the nerves."

"I hear that. So what can I do for you?"

"Like I said I am having nerves. I don't know if I can handle the date."

"It's not a date and Ziva is just as nervous as you are."

"Yeah whatever. Anyway if things get awkward. Will you be willing to drive me home?"

"I don't see any problem with that."

"Thanks, Palmer you are a real pal."

"No trouble Tony but don't stress. It is just a casual thing for you two."

Ziva and the Palmer's arrived to the restaurant first. Jimmy and Breena went in first and were instructed to wait. Their reservations were for eight and it was only seven forty-five. Ziva walked around outside and was soon very intimidated. This was not just a simple, little place. It was a large, fancy restaurant. A small broke ran along the back and the porch was lit by custom made lanterns. She could hear a violin being played from within and a man was walking around the deck trying to sell flowers to men. She spotted a bus boy, puffing on a cigarette behind the bushes. A sick feeling washed over Ziva. She leaned over and emptied her stomach, all over Breena's dress.

"Great!" Ziva cried kicking the ground. She stumbled forward, tripping over the wheel stop. She fell hard on her face. She could feel the blood beginning to trickle down her forehead. A man can running over to her and scooped her up. Her cheeks turned bright red when she saw that it was Tony. She was crying and the tears were stinging her scarred cheeks.

"Are you OK?" Tony asked.

"No" Ziva sniffed.

"Do you need the hospital? Should I get Jimmy and Breena?" Tony asked.

"No don't worry their night with ruin." Ziva slurred.

"That's it I am getting Jimmy and Breena and taking you to the hospital." Tony insisted.

"No they need this. Just me home, take." Ziva slurred.

"I will tell the Palmer's to stay but I am taking you to the hospital." Tony insisted.

"OK" Ziva yawned.

"Stay with me Z, you have to stay awake." Tony called.

A/N: Well you know what they say about seeing him/her at their worst. New chapter will be up soon. Thanks for reading and please review.