Tony just shoved her away, "Look, lady, I'm a federal agent. I can arrest you for harassment charges and keep you in custody for 24 hours with reason." He threatened.

She just smiled, "No! I know who you are! You work for NCIS!"

Tony let his jaw drop open a little, "You know what NCIS stands for?"

"Of course. Naval Criminal Investigative Service." She smiled, and then her eyes caught onto something behind Tony. She quickly moved her eyes away as the bartender set the drink down.

"How do you know that?" He demanded, "No one knows that!"

"So." She said, obviously trying to change the subject, "Tell me about yourself, Tony."

"Why?" He asked, hesitantly. She just playfully nudged him, her eyes still fixated on the men behind him who were sitting at a small table, staring at them. He furrowed his eyebrows together as the bartender set his beer down, "This is really weird." He muttered to himself as he took a rather large swig of the beer.

She just leaned seductively over to him and reached down to squeeze his ass a little. He jumped as she whispered into his ear, "My little hairy butt." Tony's eyes suddenly grew wide as he quickly turned to her.

"Where did you hear that?" He muttered under his breath.

"Hmmm…" She grinned, "Want to take this back to my place?" She questioned, and Tony was overly confused. But she had used that one nickname….that Ziva had called him oh so many times.

"Uhh…I think I'd much rather like to hear where you heard that."

"You will." She smiled seductively, "Back at my place." She grabbed his arm, keeping it gently yet firmly in her grip.

"I'm not going home with you." He shook his head, shoving her away.

She leaned in close to him, her lips nearly touching his ear as she whispered, "Ziva David." He took another quick swig of the beer, set down a five and then stood up.

"I've changed my mind. Let's go." He said as she grabbed his hand. He followed her out of the bar. Rebecca just smiled as she pulled out her makeup mirror and saw the two men that were behind Tony get up and follow them.

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One of the Mossad men pulled out their phone and slyly snapped a couple of photos of Tony and Rebecca.

"Call the Director." One said to the other, in Hebrew. The other nodded and then pulled out their cell phone.

"Yes….Director David? We have confirmation that your daughter is dead…." The two men gave each other glances, "Looks like Agent DiNozzo has moved on. Visuals heading your way." He said, nodding to the other who pressed a couple of buttons on their own phone. One message lit up the screen:

MESSAGE SENT.

"We have forwarded the messages to your email," He confirmed as they continued walking down the street, "Thank you, Director." The man on the phone said. He hung up and turned to the other man.

"Well?" He asked, and the other one grabbed his arm and pulled him away.

"We must get packed. We're being sent back to Israel. Let's go." He said, and they nodded, "Zichro Ivracha, Ziva David." They muttered silently, a little hint of regret and sadness in their voices before pulling their hoods up and then promptly disappearing into the night.

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Gibbs sighed as he paced in front of the therapists door. He glanced down at his watch. He had been waiting for about twenty minutes. Weren't therapists supposed to be…on time? He angrily thought.

Finally, annoyed, Gibbs didn't even bother to flick the switch, for he didn't hear any voices, and then threw open the door to see Cooper Crandle packing up for the night, his brief case on top of his desk. He looked up the moment he walked in.

He furrowed his eyebrows together, confused, "Agent Gibbs?" He questioned, "What are you doing here?"

Gibbs looked around and then spread his arms wide before turning back to the Doctor, "Where's my Agent?" he demanded.

Cooper's eyebrows furrowed more together, "He left a while ago."

Gibbs growled and narrowed his eyes to slits as he walked towards the man, angrily, "When?" It was simply, yet it made the man jump.

"About an hour ago, maybe two. He stormed out of here after I told him to move on."

Gibbs growled and then slammed his hand down onto the desk, "Where'd he go?!"

"I don't know, sir." He said, putting his hands up and backing away, slightly, "He just stormed out of here. I figured you gave him a ride back home." He said.

"Any idea where he went?" He growled, and the Doctor shook his head fast and nervously.

"No idea." He confirmed, "Wait, that's a lie…I told him to go anywhere but the bar." He said, and Gibbs rolled his eyes.

"That's exactly where Tony went then." He said as he turned around and started towards the door.

"But I told him not to go there!" He shouted and Gibbs smirked slightly, not that Cooper could see.

"Exactly why he went." He confirmed as he slammed the door behind him, causing the poor doctor to jump again. He slinked down into his seat, leaning back fully in it as he shook his head. Maybe he needed to go to the bar.

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Tony counted again.

Yup, that was the sixteenth time that Rebecca had looked over her shoulder, "What are you looking at?" He demanded, and she looked around her before she pressed the button for her remote, beeping the car to unlock.

"Get in the car." She demanded, and Tony rolled his eyes as he got in. She locked the doors as she started to car and then floored it, barely missing the car that parallel parked in front of her as she got onto the main road. Tony didn't bother gripping anything, for he was used to Ziva's driving, "Okay." She confirmed, "We can talk now. You're probably wondering how I know you." She laughed a little and Tony nodded.

"Yeah, that would probably help, lady. And how the hell you know about that 'little hairy butt' comment." He put his finger up and shook it at her, "But I'll have you know that I shaved my butt." He said, and she laughed.

"You're a funny man." She said as she turned the car sharply to the right, shoving Tony to the left. He was barely phased, "No wonder Ziva loves you." She smiled, laughing a little.

Tony turned to her, "How do you know Ziva?"

She shrugged, "We are old friends." She said as she stopped at the stop light. She let her hands drop to her lap and she picked at her fingernails, "I met her while I was apartment hunting. We ended up being neighbors, it turns out." She smiled as the car behind her honked. She looked up and then quickly floored the pedal, sending Tony flying back in his seat. Again, unphased.

"Are you sure you two weren't in the same driving class?" He smirked a little and she laughed.

"Trust me." She smiled, "Ziva is my best friend. I know for a fact that she was very torn when you left." Tony frowned at the memory.

"I'm not happy about that." He said, and then turned to her, "If I ask you a question, will you promise that you won't laugh and think I'm crazy like everyone else?"

"Shoot." She said and he took a deep breath before gathering up the nerve to ask.

"Do you….see her? And hear her?" She smirked.

"Yes." She said, and she watched his let out a physical sigh of relief.

"I'm not the only one!" He grinned.

"No, you are not. I see her all the time. And she talks to me too." She said, managing to cover up the small grin that was pulling at her lips. She was teasing him, and she knew that she shouldn't, but she technically was telling the truth.

"Thank god!" He exclaimed, excited now, "What does she tell you?" He asked as she turned down a road, left this time. He was thrown up against the passenger door.

"How much she misses you." She said.

"Does she blame me for her death?" He questioned.

"No." She said, for she honestly didn't know. She didn't say anything about it. She finally all of the sudden stopped the car and then backed up as she parallel parked the fastest Tony had ever seen someone park. She turned off the engine and nearly ripped the key out as she got out. Tony followed her lead. She lead him up the stairs, looking around the streets as she inserted the key and then walked in. Tony squeezed through the door as it was about to close and she turned on the light and then turned it off, and then turned it back on again, and then flickered it a couple more times.

Tony furrowed his eyebrows together as she put her purse down, "What was that for?" He questioned as he turned to look at her, for she was walking towards the couch. His back was to the hallway, and he was standing in front of the couch where she lay down and grabbed the book that she had strewn on the coffee table earlier that morning.

"It's a signal." She said, flipping through the pages.

"For what?!" Tony demanded, and she didn't even look up at him. She just slightly moved her eyes to the left as she smirked and turned back to her book.

"For that." She said, and Tony quickly turned around, coming face to face with her.

Her long hair was cascading down her back in loose curls, her olive colored skin a little paler, but still beautiful, her body clad with sweat pants and a baggy t-shirt. Her eyes were donned with the same red tinge that Tony had and dark circles were outlining them, yet she was still dazzling. No, gorgeous. He moved his eyes up to hers. In those beautiful, deep brown pools that haunted his drunken dreams at night, he read confusion yet they were burning like a great fire with the unmistakable passion and love for him.

She took a small step towards him, her padded feet making no sound, "Tony?" She whispered, her sweet Israeli voice soothing to his ears. It wasn't echo-y like in his hallucinations, it was true and pure, and it sound was like a bird singing to him.

"Ziva..." He managed to breathe out, his lips barely moving as time seemed to stop. And then he made his move towards her, just a couple of steps. Quickly, he engulfed her into his arms, and when she didn't disappear or disintegrate, he held her tighter against him. He buried his head into the crook of her neck as she did the same to him, each deeply inhaling each other's scents. "Tony..." She sniffled out, "I am so sorry." He squeezed her tighter, never wanting to let go. He felt her small hands gripping his shoulder blades as he placed kisses up and down the side of her face, nibbling slightly on her ear. And at that moment, he could have sworn he felt tears on his shoulder, through his suit.

And he knew she was real.

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And…I'm not updating until…Saturday or Sunday! It's all depending on how late I come home on Saturday because I'm going out of town! So yeah! MWHAHAH! Review!
Hebrew Phrase:

Zichro Ivracha: Rest in Peace