So...thanks for the reviews! I have gone psycho, writing and writing...even though my exams are coming up soon! (AARRGHH! I mean you can't even have a good holiday!) Anyways, this chp. is still angsty. It is pretty short, but the next ones are pretty long. I didn't know where to cut it off, but I decide this was the best place to. Thanks for reading, and please review! Another few more angsty, then you'll get a complete JIBBS fluff and a good answer! (you know what I mean...nudge, nudge, wink) Anyways...enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS, etc, etc (same disclaimer like my other chapters...)

Note: Season 6 is FANTASTIC! great TIVA moments and overal funny moments in Capitol Offense!

Sunday evening...

Tony slurped down his fifth shot of whisky that evening. He could remember the events so clearly, they were flashing through his mind. Especially the two tears that trickled down Ziva's face...his cell rang, loud and clear, interrupting his thoughts. It was Gibbs.

"DiNozzo," Tony's voice was slightly slurred as he answered.

"Tony, you been drinking?" Gibbs' voice was remarkably soft, concerned, fatherly.

"Yeah, so what if I had?" Tony wasn't bothered with politeness. He was still angry at Gibbs.

"Well, son, are you coming to work tomorrow?" Gibbs' voice seem to almost comfort Tony. Tony relaxed slightly.

"Well, if you want me to."

"Do you wanna take a day off?"

"Nah, I'll be fine. I'll come tomorrow," Tony felt better, then he asked hesitantly, "Is...Is Ziva coming tomorrow?" There was an awkward pause.

"Err...I haven't asked her yet. See you tomorrow, kid."

"Bye, Gibbs."

Ziva was drinking tequila. She did not know how many shots she had downed, but she felt slightly drowsy and very relaxed. She smiled as she flicked through the TV channels, back and forth. The tequila certainly had a great feeling. She drank another shot as her phone rang. She fumbled as she switched it on.

"D...David." her voice slurred. She sounded very drunk.

"Ziva, its Gibbs. Have you been drinking?" Gibbs' voice was remarkably soft, concerned, fatherly.

"Gibbs? Yes, I have been drinking." Ziva's voice was short and sharp. She was till annoyed at Gibbs even in her drunken state.

"Do you wanna come to work tomorrow?"

"Well, if you want me to."

"Do you wanna take a day off?"

"When did I ever take a day off? No, I'll come tomorrow." Ziva answered, then she asked coldly, "Is...Is Tony coming tomorrow?" There was an awkward pause.

"Err...yes. See you tomorrow, Ziva."

"Bye, Gibbs." She hung up, and slammed the phone down, drinking another shot to help her woes.

Monday...

Ziva with bloodshot eyes stumbled into the bullpen. She plonked herself drowsily down on the chair, and turned on the computer. In the meantime, she began to finish her reports by hand.

McGee stared at her. Was this drowsy woman truly the sassy, ass-kicking Ziva David? In normal circumstances, he would have thought this to be a fantastic plot development, he could hear it forming in his head: Mossad Officer Lisa was completely devestated about Agent Tommy, she drank to her woes, her sorrows. "Where is my love?" she cried, her head hung...yet he was too overcome with shame and guilt to write about it. Rock Hollow was on hold. Ziva noticed McGee's stare, and returned one, a stare so icy cold and hard it chilled McGee right to the bone. Then Tony entered.

Tony walked steadily to his desk opposite Ziva's, his eyes glued to the desk. This was strange, as there was no "Good morning, Probie, hey sweet cheeks," or any bantering or joke. An awkward silence filled the air. Now that Ziva's computer had started, she was typing furiously on her keyboard, her eyes glued to the computer. Tony himself was also writing, then typing. McGee felt unsettled, watching both of them, his eyes darting from Ziva to Tony to Ziva, to Tony... He prayed for Gibbs to come, to sort out this mess...and Gibbs came.

"Good morning, people! I'm glad to see you are all doing your reports," Gibbs' voice was so gentle, so unGibbsish, more like a father talking to his children who had just had a big fight. It had lost all its briskness.

"Good morning Gibbs," Ziva attempted to smile at Gibbs, but it turned into a rather horrible grimace.

"Hey boss," Tony greeted, his voice drawn and bitter. Tony glanced at Ziva. There eyes met for a moment. Bitterness, anger, hate, sadness, betrayal and loneliness were shown in both of their eyes, and buried deep in them were the feelings of passion and love. Ziva felt her eyes were beginning to overflow again.

"Bathroom," she cried, jumping up and rushing for the ladies restroom, Tony watching her leave with sad, loving eyes.

What happens next? Review and you will find out quicker!! Thanks! Hope you like this fic! Bye!