Ok here is the new chapter. I have been waiting patiently for Judgment Day, have seen it, and I was so depressed that I even considered never to write again. This chapter goes out for all the people who feel the same, who don't feel the same, but more importantly it's for the people who love NCIS:))...Thank you again for the wonderful reviews, and if you have suggestions for this please tell me because I AM LOST:))...Please R&R.

xoxo LT


Secrets and tears.

Tony and Ziva had brought Mrs. Calloway back to head quarters, and right now she was patiently waiting in the conference room of NCIS. It had been debated, who should talk to her, and the winner was Ziva. She entered the room quietly, scaring the poor woman out of her senses.

"I am sorry. I did not mean to scare you." she said and took a seat near to the woman.

"That's alright. Is there any news of my son?" She asked softly, begging Ziva for a positive response.

"We are still looking for him. Mrs. Calloway, I think you can help us. Remember you threaten your husband that you will kill him if anything happens to Nick. What was that all about?" Ziva spoke.

The woman did not replay; she looked down, and started playing with her son's photo, which she had gotten out of her wallet earlier.

"Mrs. Calloway please, cooperate with us. We are trying to help you."

"A while ago my husband had an affair. He worked closely with a woman, from the Navy. He used to come home late, smelling like he had been to a whore house, and once I found another woman's panties in his pocket, while I was doing the laundry. One time, I had to leave for a business trip and my son was at his grandmother's house. When I came back, three days later, blond hair was all over my pillow. He had the nerve to bring his whore in to my house, have sex in my bed." She said, looking up angrily…"Do you know it feels officer David, to be married to a man, have a son and then find that in your own home?"

Ziva felt pity for the poor woman, and rage towards that pig called her husband.

"When I confronted him, he denied everything. When I told him what I found, he offered to bring me to a shrink. After a while I told him that I will take Nick and leave, if he does not put an end to this. Roger knows that I am not afraid to fulfill my threats, so the cheating stopped. Everything seems to go back to normal, we are actually planning a family vacation, and Roger and me were planning a weekend at a nice spa to try to fix our problems and have a fresh start. Then this happened." Her voice broke and she started crying silently.

Ziva did not know what to do. She was bad with people crying, but she grabbed Mrs. Calloway's hand.

"We will find him. I promise." Ziva spoke softly.

"Do you have any clue who that woman is?" Ziva trailed away.

Mrs. Calloway did not respond immediately, but then she looked in to Ziva's eyes.

"I had a little bit of help, when it came to identification. One day, when I was in the office, I received an envelope. There was no address or name, nothing, but when I opened it, I found several pictures, showing my husband whit that woman, holding hands, kissing; the whole package. There was a note next to the picture with the woman's name." she took a break to breath and then continued…"Her name is Amanda Byers."

Ziva was prepared for that. The moment she had seen the picture in Amanda's house she had suspected that Roger and Amanda were more then friendly towards each other. The Mossad assassin thanked Mrs. Calloway and promised her that she would do anything in her power to bring her back her son, safe and sound. Before Mrs. Calloway left the room, she handed Ziva the envelope with the pictures and the note.

"I thought it might come handy. Maybe you can find out, who send it to me and lead you to my son."

Ziva then escorted the woman out of NCIS and then returned to the bull pen. The other agents were there and looked at her, expecting some breaking news.

Ziva threw the envelope with the pictures on McGee's desk and said disgusted:" Men are pigs. Amanda and Calloway were having a relationship. The wife knew and she got this envelope with pictures, anonymously."

"McGee take these down to Abby, and see if she can find out anything from them. Maybe something that is not dead." Gibbs spoke.

Ziva went back to her desk and started to do paper work. Gibbs was studying her face.

"Ziva, Tony, go home. There is nothing that we can do anymore today. It's late and I want you both back here by 0730 hours tomorrow."

Tony swung his back pack and was heading towards the elevator; Ziva on the other hand, was not sure what she should do. She quickly looked at Gibbs, who gave her half a smile and showed her the direction she should be going. Finally she stood up and took her gear, while Tony was waiting for her in front of the elevator.

They drove to Tony's place separately. Tony was driving slowly, forcing Ziva, who was following him in her Mini, to obey the traffic rules. Twenty five minutes later, they arrived at Tony's apartment, and Ziva asked Tony if she could take a shower and change her bandage. He nodded and started preparing dinner. He heard the sound of the shower and couldn't stop fantasizing of a naked Ziva. He would love to join her in to the shower, but he knew that he would probably end up not being able to reproduce anymore. He was curios how the evening was going to be. The sexual tension in the elevator had been so thick that one could have cut it with a knife. Even though Ziva was in a relationship with Roy, he could not stop thinking that there might be a chance for him to kiss her, maybe even more. He remembered their undercover kiss; it had been electric and they were supposed to pretend, he was wondering how it would be if, he could kiss her now when his feelings had evolved. Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice that Ziva had sneaked up on him, and was dipping a finger in his pasta sauce.

"Needs more salt." She said playful, making Tony jump up.

"Jeez Ziva! Stop doing that." He said.

She smiled and took two glasses and two plates from the cabinet he was holding them in. Then he took the bottle from the freezer and started setting up the table. He was looking at her fascinated by the way she was moving her hips.

"Tony, prepare the food and stop looking at my butt. I'm hungry." She said, with her back turned to him.

"How? Never mind. Dinner will be ready in 5."

She poured wine in the glasses and placed his glass in front of him, then sat down on his bar chairs. The silence was not uncomfortable; in fact, Ziva had never felt better in her life. She was still stunned by the fact that next to Tony she felt safe, and could let her guard down, something that she couldn't do around Roy. She was lost in thoughts and hadn't noticed that Tony was studying her face intensely, maybe trying to figure out what she was thinking at. After a few minutes she lifted her eyes from her wine glass and met Tony's eyes. He was looking at her, and for the first time in her life he took her breath away. He had never looked so mature, so concerned, so sorry, so…and something she couldn't really define. There was something in his eyes that made her heart jump out of her chest, and she just wanted to be snuggle in his arms. She mentally head slapped herself for letting her feelings take over her judgment and said playfully: "See something you like Tony?"

The minute she said that sentence Tony magically turned back in to the joker and Ziva bit her lip for making that look in his eyes disappear.

"Not really Zee-vha, I was just hoping you could snap out of your dreaming and get me the cheese out of the fridge."

She just smiled and walked over to the fridge; it was so typical of Tony to ruin such a moment, but she knew that she was to blame for his response, she had forced him to become the joker once more. But the only thing she could do was smile, after all she had Roy. They sat down at his big table, and enjoyed their meal in silence, but both of them felt really good, like this was meant to be. It seemed like their fight had never happened and every thing was fine. After desert, Ziva helped Tony clean up, she was gathering the dirty dishes, and he was washing them.

"Ziva, I'm really sorry about yesterday. I had no right to say something like that." He began.

She did not replay, just looked at him and she noticed that strange glitter in is eyes was back. He was looking at her, and the only thing she could think of, was how nice it would be, if he could take her in his arms.

"Please tell me that we are ok. I can't stand you being mad at me, I can't stand seeing you cry." He had stopped handling the fine China, and was cupping her face, looking in her eyes. She was lost and felt how everything around her became blurry. There was only him and her, and nothing mattered.

"I forgive you Tony. You didn't know." she whispered still looking at him.

He pulled her closer, she did not oppose, and he dared more. Gently his lips brushed hers and both of them felt the same electricity run through them, like it had run earlier in the elevator. Tony put one arm around her waist, and pulled her even closer and kissed her softly first, but he deepened the kiss when he felt that her lips had parted. He could enter her mouth and explore her, like had dreamed so many times.

She lost control of everything; the only thing that mattered was Tony, and the wonderful sensation. Ziva had never been kissed like this before, and she wanted more. They broke the kiss, not because they wanted to, because both were in need of air. She smiled at him, and he plunged back on her lips, kissing her wildly.

Suddenly Ziva pulled away. He was surprised, but he saw something on her face; she was sad and more important Ziva David was afraid.

"Tony I need to tell you something." She began, her voice shacking.

He had the impression she was one step away from crying. He got close to her again and cupped her face.

"Tell me Ziva." He said slowly and softly.

She couldn't bear to look at him, so he lifted her face and their eyes interlocked. Now he was really worried.

"Ziva, tell me what's wrong. Have I done something wrong?"

" No Tony you haven't done anything wrong, it's just that…." She stopped and looked at him. "Tony I'm getting married." She spoke and pulled herself away from him. She walked towards the door and left his apartment, leaving him stunned behind. The tears started to flood her checks, she had never been so unhappy in her whole life.

The rain had begun to fall, covering her face, hiding the sadness, the pain, the tears but more importantly hiding the love she felt for her coworker, a love that will remain forever only a dream.