Tires squealed and the smell of burnt rubber filled the air as Ziva heard someone yelling her name. She turned around slowly, realizing she had ran into the middle of the road, not even paying attention to oncoming traffic.

"ZIVA! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Ziva turned around to find her best friend Abby yelling out the window of her car. "GET IN MY CAR, NOW!"

Ziva sighed, looking around at the traffic built up from Abby slamming on her breaks, so she wouldn't run over Ziva. Car horns were blowing everywhere and Ziva went to the passenger side of Abby's car and got in. Abby started to drive away when she spoke again, "I COULD OF ALMOST KILLED YOU, ZIVA! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING RUNNING INTO THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET?" Abby looked next to her at Ziva, "Ar-are you crying?" she had never seen the hard headed ninja break down before.

"It doesn't matter…" Ziva whispered, the tears still falling.

"Ziva? Are you crying because of what just happened? Oh my god, Ziva, I'm so sorry I almost hit you, but you can't just run-"

"It's not that, Abby." She sighed. It wasn't Abby's fault she had bolted out into the middle of the street because she was too busy thinking.

"Oh my god, Ziva. What's wrong?" Abby exclaimed, worried.

"It's a long story…" Ziva looked out the window as they sat at a traffic light. On the sidewalk, a couple walked hand in hand. The man turned and gave the woman he was with a small kiss and she smiled up at him. Ziva breathed in heavily.

"Okay, well… I can call Tony if you want to talk to him" Abby said trying to cheer her up.

"NO! Don't call him!" Ziva cried out.

"Wait…" Abby was no confused, "what happened with Tony? Don't tell me something happened with Tony because you two are my otp!" Abby yelled out and revved her engine.

"What? We're your otp?!" Ziva had no idea what she was talking about. Yeah, she had been in the U.S for eight years, but she still had trouble understanding what the hell most people were talking about.

"Yeah! My one true pairing!" She smiled at Ziva, trying to lighten the mood and teach her a new phrase.

Ziva stared at her friend trying not to laugh, "Abby, that won't be happening anytime soon," she looked down and grabbed the phone out of her yoga pants.

"Why not..?" Abby questioned, waiting patiently and controlling her emotions because these two could never get anything right.

Giving up, knowing Abby would keep pushing her, Ziva threw her hands up in defeat. "Cause I went over to Tony's apartment this morning and he had another woman there!" she shook her head, not wanting the tears to come again.

"Damnit, Tony" Abby muttered, "He loves you, Ziva. I know he does!" she was persistent, hoping Ziva would realize it.

"Yeah, he told me." Ziva quietly spoke before Abby

"HE DID?! WHAT?! WHEN WAS THIS?!"

"The night before I was supposed to leave for Israel, he took me out to dinner. We held hands for a second time, then he told me he loves me and then we kissed. While we were kissing, that's when he was stabbed," She started to cry again, remembering the moment and touching her lips with her finger.

"WHAT!? WHY DIDN'T I KNOW THIS? OH MY GOD! AND HELD HANDS A SECOND TIME?! WHEN WAS THE FIRST?!" Abby couldn't contain her excitement.

Ziva smiled through her tears at her reaction, "On our way home from the airport when we got back from Berlin. I was crying about Orli and my father. Tony reached out and grabbed my hand and our fingers intertwined…. and then the car hit us." She continued to cry.

"Oh my god, Ziva. You two are meant to be, I know it. I have a Gibb's gut about it." Abby smirked and nudged Ziva.

"If we are meant to be, it does not seem like it, Abby. Every time we try, something bad happens or someone else gets in our way," Ziva's mind flashed to Jeanne, Ray, EJ and the mess of significant others who stood in the way of her and Tony's relationship.

"Yeah, but you're fighting through it. You two make it through the storm, every time. The bad things and other people never stay…" Abby tried to make the situation sound better.

Ziva shrugged, "I just wish…he would stop flirting with other women," she sighed.

"That's Tony though, Ziva. He's always been the huge flirt. But, something changed when you came to NCIS." Abby stated.

"Nothing changed," Ziva rolled her eyes, not believing any of the words Abby was saying.

"Ohhhh yes, lots changed. Every time Tony is flirting with a woman, you walk into the room and suddenly he doesn't know how to think anymore. If one of his girlfriends like Jeanne or EJ was around and you walked into the room, all of his attention went from them to you. Why do you think all of his girlfriends have hated you and all of your boyfriends have hated him?" Abby giggled, hoping she realized how much Tony loved her.

"Abby that is ridiculous! None of his girlfriends hate me and not one of my boyfriend's hated Tony!" Ziva kept staring out the window, now annoyed.

"Ziva…PUH-LEASE!" Abby emphasized the word, "Even some of his is one night stands or long weekend fuck buddies absolutely knew he was wrapped around your finger. EJ couldn't deal with the fact that Tony would drop everything if you called or needed something. Yet, if he was with you and she called, he wouldn't answer. Jeanne, she saw the way that he looked at you, how you looked back. That's why she told him to tell you how he felt…" Abby arrived at Ziva's apartment complex and sat in the car, smiling at Ziva.

"Jeanne said that?" Ziva couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was she really that oblivious to his girlfriends and dates all these years?

"Yeah. Don't even get me started on your boyfriends hating Tony. CI Ray!" Abby joked and caught a smile from Ziva. "He completely hated Tony. He definitely knew that smile on your face wasn't because of him…it was because of Tony. AND! More importantly, the only person more excited than me about you rejecting Rays proposal… Tony."

Ziva shrugged again, "Do you want to come inside? Have a girls night?" she smiled, wiping the tears off her face.

"Ziva…." Abby smiled, "Of course!"

Both of them exited the car and went up to Zivas apartment. Ziva opened a bottle of wine and put some snacks on the table for her and Abby to eat.

"Are you ready to go back to work tomorrow?" Abby asked casually, taking a sip of her wine.

Ziva sighed thinking about seeing Tony, "I guess. I did miss everyone,"

"Me too! I miss spending every day will all of you!" Abby cheered, clinking her glass with Zivas.

For the rest of the night, the girls spent giggling over old times and dreaming of the future. Before it became too late, Abby left deciding that both of the women needed some rest before their return to work in the morning after spending five months unemployed.

Ziva crawled into bed, lifting the covers tightly, up over her. She closed her eyes and Tony's face flashed in front of her eyes. The words Abby had said that night, echoing in her ear. Did Tony really love her? Or was she just another charm to add to his bracelet? She had that phrase wrong, she giggled and thought she'd work on it. But, there was one problem. The only way she could could it right is if Tony was the one to correct her.

The next morning, Ziva woke up, showered and went to work. It felt weird arriving back to her old stomping grounds after five months and how much had happened in that time since. She was scared to see Tony, but she had to face the fear. As she rode the elevator up, Gibbs greeted her.

"Ziver, interrogation room. Now" He sternly voiced to her and led her to the interrogation room. She looked over to Tony's desk and noticed he wasn't there.

Gibbs opened the doors to the interrogation room and Ziva saw numerous police officers, waiting for her.

"Agent David, we would like to ask you a few questions about the two men who attacked you in the hospital morgue."