Sorry it took so long to write, and sorry it's so short. As for the time, I had no money and for each episode I write I need to download it from itunes so that I can study it (Though I may try to use hulu now that I know about it). And as for the length, There's not a whole lot I could do with this story, I will try to update again really, really soon. Thank you though for being exceedingly patient and thank you for all the reviews I have gotten. You're all great.

Oh, and I skipped HEADCASE, in case anyone was following the episode order.

Ziva's POV:

It'd been a tough several weeks, she and McGee had been tiptoeing around each other, not sure how to behave with each other. The last really friendly thing said between the two of them had been during their last big case. She didn't know where they had gotten off track, things had been going just great. She'd been playing the last days in her mind and she couldn't figure out what she had said that had made him take a slight step back. But she couldn't figure it out.

It was this thought she had to shove from her mind as she walked into work, already curious as to why Tony was sitting at McGee's desk, using his computer, and over all acting stranger than usual.

A couple of minutes later, she was running, both figuratively and literally. She couldn't believe she just kissed him, he was mad at her as she pretended to be mad at him. Being the first person to fold made her feel like she some how was waving a white flag. And as she told DiNozzo, she wasn't one for surrender

After they had gotten back from the scene and she had sat down to dig further into the life of the victim and those with whom he was associated, her thoughts got the better of her. Her eyes darted to McGee's desk, he wasn't there. As she focused on her work again, she was acutely aware of a headache forming in the back of her skull. And that before M

And when Tony was digging through McGee's ipod, it gave her the perfect excuse to snoop in McGee's life. When Tony started ogling the pictures of the woman, Ziva did the best she could to not let it get to her. It was one thing for him simply to go on a date last night with another woman, it was another to be deep enough in a relationship to have pictures of her on you. So as she joked, she pretended not to care that McGee seemed to have already moved on. Even to be happy that he had someone. Inside, she was dying.

It wasn't until the case was settled and they were filing their paperwork that Tim and Ziva were alone. She'd been distracted all day so it was taking her five times longer than it should have and she had no idea why McGee wasn't already out of here. But as she closed the last folder, she intended to find out. "No hot date with Agent Blondie tonight?"

"Not really my type." He said vaguely, never faltering in his writing.

"And what exactly is your type, Special Agent McGee?" She slipped her jacket on, only taking slight pride in the fact that his pen stopped writing. She knew his type already, all American model with snow white skin and pretty eyes. She was just sorry she couldn't be that for him.

He looked up at her for the first time since they sat down hours ago. "Ziva, I care about you..."

"Don't, Tim." She grabbed her bag. "It's late and there's no need." The last thing she needed was some excuse as to why it wasn't a good idea for them. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Ziva..." He tried to say again, but she was already gone. The moment she was in the elevator, she sighed. She wouldn't cry, no, because she couldn't. But inside she was dying.