A/N: Yeahhhhh, so I have some catching up to do. I'll try to have it all posted and caught up by tonight, but I may have to re-watch some eps to do this, so maybe not until tomorrow night for the complete catch up. But, if I were you, I wouldn't be waiting with baited breath for my next work…more like waiting with said breath for something new from SnoopMaryMar, LittleSammy, or jelenamichel. (That was not a gratuitous shout-out to my favorite authoresses, in any way shape, or form.) Speaking of disclaimers, so let it be done.

Tony rolled over and looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand. 0200. And to think, he'd only been home for about two hours. He sighed as he realized sleep was not going to come, this night. The lack of snoring on the other side of the bed alerted him to the fact that his bedmate was also still awake. The chasm in the middle of the bed should have alerted him to the fact that she did not want to talk, but still…

"Zi? You still awake?" He whispered softly.

Ziva sighed and rolled over to face her partner. "Yes, Tony. I am still awake."

"I can't sleep," he whined.

"I noticed. What is it?"

"Well, I mean, we haven't been together for most of the summer. How was your trip? You didn't say much on the way home tonight." He gave her his best sheepish grin, hoping to elicit any tidbit of information about the past two weeks of her existence.

Ziva sighed again and rolled over again, with her back facing Tony. "I do not want to talk about it, Tony. I am tired. I want to sleep. If you cannot sleep, then go and sit in your chair and turn on a movie."

Tony took a deep breath, then took a chance. He scooted over to Ziva's side of the bed, in a futile and awkward attempt to spoon her. "I don't want to leave our bed; I don't want to go watch a stupid movie; I want to talk to you. Are you still mad about me missing your swearing in ceremony?"

"No, Tony. I am not mad. I am tired." She wriggled free from his embrace and made for the bathroom. "Now, by the time I return, you had better either be asleep or in front of the television."

"Why won't you talk to me? Do you want me to move out?" He realized he was getting desperate.

Ziva turned to face the bed and put her hands on her hips. "Orders, Tony. I am under orders. Just as you were when you went to Mexico. I know you'll understand."

Tony moved back to his side of the bed, propping his head on his hands, folded behind it. "Yep. She's still mad."