Chapter 12

"TONY!" Abby screamed and practically jumped on the poor man. "Woah, calm down Abs," he seemed startled, "Is he always like this?"

Ziva smirked, "Pretty much." Tony's eyebrows went skywards as Director Vance strode towards him with a poker-face. "Who is this?" he asked as he swept a hand over his mouth.

"Leon Vance," McGee replied, "Big boss, even bigger than your dad. He tried to split you from Ziva and the rest of us a few years back after Je…your mother's death. Well done on not remembering him, bro." Tony nodded vaguely, taking in McGee's words. He put a protective arm around his 'wife,' as if Vance was going to snatch her away again.

"Hello DiNozzo," the Director had an unusual air of pleasantness brought with him. It didn't suit him. "Can you remember me?" he eventually asked, curiosity getting the better of him. Tony shook his head. "Leon Vance," a hand was held out to the amnesia-stricken man, who took it with hesitancy, "Director of NCIS. Basically, your boss."

"McGee explained it," Tony responded with pure innocence. The team sniggered behind his back. Vance silenced them with a look.

"Okay," he nodded at Ziva, "Take your husband for a tour to refresh his memory. That includes the equipment centre and delivery area. Okay, great? Now shoo."

The couple scowled as they took each other's hands and entered the elevator.

In the Elevator

Tony immediately leant over and flicked the emergency stop. The elevator shuddered to a halt, the electricity racketing through it. Ziva flinched-she'd never really got used to it. The other body turned to her, and threw his arms around her. They began to kiss passionately, the female trying to stop, but failing to.

"We could have toured Autopsy by now," Ziva grinned heavily as the elevator threw itself back into working order. Tony shrugged, taking her hand as they exited the silver doors. "Here's the delivery room," Ziva pointed at the red light, "We can't go in now for some reason." It was obvious how bored she was- sourness infiltrating her tone. "Can't we just go home?" Tony wasn't feeling too energetic either, "I don't like it here."

Ziva almost fainted, "You've changed. Back before the accident, you would have never, ever said that." The Italian-American shrugged, "I'd rather be at home with you baby."

The Israeli ignored the comment on the outside, but her inside was pretty much beaming with pleasure. Suddenly, she snapped to her senses. She couldn't get attached to this Tony. If she did, she'd get hurt when he remembered everything.

"Next we've got the equipment centre….."

At home

"Movie?"These were the first words that escaped Tony's mouth as he and Ziva entered the apartment. It was probably the most frequent thing he said, apart from 'I Love You.' A nod came from his partner's head, "Okay, sweetie."

This time 'Hang 'Em High,' was chosen from the still staggering collection of DVDs. As soon as they were on the sofa, they snuggled up to each other.

Suddenly, Ziva started making wretching noises. Before Tony could even blink, she was out of the lounge, and into the bathroom like a shot. Several unmentionable sounds were made, before the sprinkling of a tap. She walked back in, her face sliding across her mouth.

"Are you okay?" Tony rushed off the sofa, "Do we need to get you to a hospital?" His fingers interlocked with hers as her head shook, "No thank you, My Hairy Little Butt. I'm fine."

Tony nodded, still fairly suspicious.

What was happening to Ziva?

It's fairly obvious, so I won't insult your intelligence by telling you what's happening. Tomorrow may be the last chapter- it really depends on the ideas I get and how many reviews. Not that I'm begging!

Peace be with you xxx