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So this is three days later. I'm not sure what I think about it.

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3 Days Later

"I do not understand this, Gibbs." Ziva walked alongside her boss to the bullpen and took a seat at her desk.

"It's policy, Ziva."

She slapped a hand down on her desk, causing McGee, who was on seated at his desk, to jump and spill his coffee. Ziva and Gibbs watched as he grumbled and stood up, muttering curse words all the way to the men's room. Ziva shook her head and turned back to Gibbs.

"It's completely ridiculous."

Gibbs shrugged and took a sip of his coffee. "Nothing I can do."

Ziva closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"You okay, Zee-Vah?"

Oh good. Tony. She lowered her hand and opened her eyes slowly.

"No."

Tony put his bags behind his desk and walked back to Ziva. "What's the matter?"

Ziva sighed and put her head down on the desk with an audible thump. After a moment Tony tentatively spoke.

"Ziva…?"

She groaned and hit her head on the desk again.

"We have to see a small, Tony."

Tony looked to Gibbs for clarification.

Gibbs smirked. "She means 'shrink'."

Tony's mouth fell open. "A crazy doctor?"

Gibbs shrugged. "Why are you so surprised? You have to see a shrink when you shoot someone. What makes you think being kidnapped is considered any less traumatic?"

Tony just dropped down behind his desk, eyeing Ziva. "When?"

She sighed. "An hour." She stood up.

"Hey, where do you think your going?"

"Relax, Tony," she said condescendingly. "I just need to use the bathroom."

Tony flicked a look towards Gibbs and back to Ziva's retreating figure. "I, uh, I'll be back in a minute."

And he ran in Ziva's direction.

"Hey. Wait up." He grabbed her arm and pulled her into an interrogation observation room.

"Tony!" she yelled, resisting the urge to knock him out. "What-?"

He cut her off. "Quiet." In the darkness, he took in her ragged appearance. "Late night?"

"You pulled me in here to ask about my sleeping habits?" She made for the door.

He pulled her back. "Just hang on a second." His fingers made a temple, then clenched together. "You okay?"

"Excuse me?"

He took a breath. "I saw you at the bar again."

Her eyes narrowed. "You did, did you?"

"Uh, yeah." He ran a hand through his hair. "I saw you leave with a guy." He paused. "Again."

She advanced on him. He took a step back.

"You have been following me." It wasn't a question.

"I, uh," He shuffled, "I'm worried."

She knitted her eyebrows together. "You are worried?"

"Yes. Is that so hard to believe?"

She paused. "Yes, I guess it is."

He looked at her in the darkness. "You really think I don't care about you?"

She shuffled, made for the door. "I have to go."

He blocked her way.

"Let me go, Tony." Her voice was dangerously low.

"No." He was surprisingly confident for someone holding an assassin hostage.

"I can not do this with you, Tony." She threw her hands into the air. "You do not trust me enough to tell me about your undercover mission, and yet you expect me to divulge every secret in my life."

"Is that what this is about? The Jeanne thing?"

"Yes… no… partially."

"Ziva, I am sick of going over this. It was years ago."

"But it is about what it stands for! You. Do. Not. Trust. Me." She punctuated every word harshly.

"Of course I trust you!" He grabbed her arms and shook her. "And while we're on the topic of trust, tell me why you never come to me for help. Are the guys at the bar better for you…?"

She narrowed her eyes. He dropped his hands.

"Are you calling me a slut?"

He matched her stance. "Maybe I am."

Then she slapped him.

He didn't move a muscle, his face contorted in anger, mirroring the expression on his partner's face. They glared at each other without a word, a red handprint slowly appearing on his face.

When she spoke, her voice was low, but had lost some of the anger. "Damn it, Tony." She paused. "Sometimes I think I hate you."

There was silence. He leant closer, his breath hot on her cheek. "And what about the rest of the time?" His voice was soft, without menace.

She shook her head and stepped around him, opening the door to leave. He pushed the door shut and pulled her back.

Hand on the small of her back, he leant in. Slowly, almost too slowly. And then his lips were on hers.

Before she knew it he was gone, the door was slamming shut… and she was alone.

She just stood there, shock etched on her features.

The silence enveloped her.

A/N: So... thoughts? Review for more. Tell me what you thought. Good, bad, so-so?

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