Ziva fell to the couch. She buried her face in her hand for a moment, muttering angrily in Hebrew, before punching her sofa cushion. She had seen a gun, she knew she had. Same as she knew she heard the glass break in her bedroom.

"Ziva, it wasn't your fault," Tony said from her apartment doorway.

"I saw a gun Tony," Ziva whispered, "I know I saw a gun."

Tony sighed and closed her apartment door, letting himself come inside, "It's been a while since I've been in here."

"How is your leg doing? I think Gibbs was mad that he had let you go today after your injury," Ziva said.

"Eh I'm fine really. Takes more than a paper cut to keep me down," Tony said with a wink, "You going to be alright?"

"I'll be fine, Tony. You can go home," Ziva replied.

Tony frowned at her lie but nodded, "If you need anything, you can just call and I'll be over here in a second."

"Thank you," Ziva responded. Tony looked over at her as he opened her apartment door. She was looking the other way, gazing outside her window at the rain just starting to drizzle down. He backed out of her apartment with his eyes fixed on her when something cold pressed against his back.

"Go back in, Anthony DiNozzo," a man's voice commanded as he pressed the front of the gun into Tony's back. Ziva had already stood up from the voice. Her hand reached instinctively for her gun before she remembered Gibbs had taken it and her spares.

Tony reentered the room, his hands raised in the air and he stepped defensively in front of Ziva, "What do you want?"

"Sit down and shut up," the man said. Tony took a seat on the couch and pulled Ziva down next to him, pushing her behind him.

"Not her. She comes with me," the man said keeping his gun raised.

"If you're after a hostage, I'm the senior field agent. I'd be worth more. She's just a probie," Tony responded. He could feel Ziva's tension as she struggled to find words.

"I told you to get up, David," he said, mispronouncing her last name.

"Da-vee-d," Tony corrected automatically.

"I will not say it again," he said. There was a pause while he waited for Ziva to move. When she didn't, he took a step forward to grab her. Tony stood up, getting in his way.

"Don't make me shoot you, DiNozzo," he said trying to push Tony aside.

"If you want her, you'll have to," Tony replied before realizing how stupid the comment was. The man threw the first punch, hitting Tony in the stomach. He twisted Tony around and grabbed him in a headlock, holding the gun to his head.

"Are you going to come, David?"

"Da-vee-d," Tony muttered in pain. The man tightened his grip on Tony. Tony's eyes were on Ziva, who, in fear, had begun to stand up. Tony smiled before winking at her. He swung his arm back, elbowing the man in the stomach. Ziva reached forward and grabbed the gun from him before he could shoot. Tony kicked him away and Ziva shot four bullets from the gun, hitting him straight in the chest. Tony stepped over and took the gun from her, pulling her into a hug.

Police arrived on the scene in seconds as the neighbors reported the gunshots. Tony sat with them and gave them stories. They questioned Ziva a little bit to compare stories but overall, Tony handled it. Tony reported in to Gibbs, who arrived within twenty minutes.

"You shot the gun," Gibbs told Tony.

"She shot the gun, boss," Tony explained.

"That's two people in one day. You're sure she was under attack?"

"He had a gun to my head. Yes I am sure!" Tony responded. Gibbs nodded and rubbed his eyes in frustration.

"Alright. Um... call McGee and get him here. Make him figure out who that guy is," Gibbs said, walking away.

"This isn't our jurisdiction, boss," Tony pointed out, "He's not a marine."

"I don't care, DiNozzo," Gibbs replied, "just call McGee and call Abby too, Ziva is going to need a place to say."

"Boss, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, DiNozzo," Gibbs said, "Call them and wait with Ziva." Gibbs turned and left the room before Tony could determine what was wrong. Tony turned back and walked over to Ziva, sending a text to McGee and Abby. McGee answered first saying he was on his way over. Tony waited with Ziva in a café across the street from her apartment for twenty-five minutes before Abby finally answered that she was at a party but she is on her way now.

When the black car pulled up, Tony put Ziva in the car and waved her off before heading back inside to help McGee fight the police for evidence.