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Chapter 21: Dead or Alive

Tony groaned and turned over as his cell phone rang the next morning. He looked at the clock, it read 06:45. "DiNozzo." He said into the phone. He groaned when he learned that it was McGee.

"What do you want, McAlarmClock."

"Boss had me set up an appointment for you."

"Appointment for what, McGee?"

"With the therapist, Tony."

Tony just hung up on the junior agent, and put the phone back down and rolled over, forming a smile on his face, as to Ziva was sleeping next to him. He really couldn't remember how he got to the bed; the pain medicine knocked him out. The last thing he remembered was the first 10 minuets of, well, whichever James Bond movie he was forcing her to watch. He kissed her on the forehead and groaned as he crawled out of bed. Walking to the bathroom, he showered. Walking out in only a towel, he smiled when he saw her.

"Morning." He said.

"Shalom." She replied. She had one leg on the bed, tying her tennis shoe.

"Where are you going?" He asked. She looked up at him and smiled.

"For a run, Tony." He nodded.

"Oh. Well I would join you." Ziva looked up at him and smiled. "But Gibbs has already set up an appointment for me." Ziva chuckled slightly at first, but it erputed into a laugh. He raised his eyebrow and turned to her. "Something funny?" He asked.

"Now that, I would like to see." He looked down at his towel, and then back up at her with a famous DiNozzo smirk on his face. "I mean you with a therapist, Tony." She rolled her eyes and then walked out of his room, and into the kitchen. She scoffed at the amount of the beer in the refrigerator, and turned to him when he walked into the room. "This is not good for you, Tony." She said, pointing at it. She dug in the back and pulled out a bottle of water.

"What do you think they'll do, Zi?" Tony now had a serious expression on his face as he spoke. Ziva popped her head up.

"They?" She asked.

"Your father." Tony said plainly. Ziva only sighed and started to pull her long hair back.

"I do not know." Tony walked closer to her.

"Maybe you should talk to Vance." She raised an eyebrow. "You know…about becoming a full time NCIS agent."

I will talk to Vance." She said. She laughed again. "Good luck at the sink, Tony." She said. She walked over to him and pecked him on the lips, and then zipped up her jacket.

"It's shrink." He replied.

"Shalom." She said with a smile as she left the apartment.

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Tony sighed deeply as he paced outside of the doctor's office, waiting not-so patiently. He was already pissed off at the receptionist; he had to spell his last name to her four times before she got it right. He flicked the switch again. The doctor had to know that he was out there by now.

"Agent DiBizzo?" Tony gritted his teeth together.

"What?"

"Come in, please." Tony rolled his eyes and followed the doctor into his office, and then into the 'talking room'. "Hi, I'm Doctor Nick Sims. It's nice to meet you." Tony reluctantly shook the mans hand, and then took a seat on the couch.

"Ok, look, can you please just sign the paper? The Toothpick is wrong. I don't need this. I'm fine. Just had a little too much to drink." Nick chuckled and then looked at him.

"The Toothpick?" He asked.

"Yeah. Director Vance. He always has a toothpick in his mouth. Thus, earning the name

'The Toothpick'."

"What made you drink that night, Agent DiBizzo?"

"You know what, why don't you just call me Tony?" Tony replied.

"Fine. Tony. What made you drink so much? And then, with you being a federal agent and all, you should have known better than to get in that car and drive." Tony just rolled his eyes again and scoffed.

"Look, I was drinking because I went to a crime scene with my partner and she jumped in front of me to protect me from a bullet and then she was in critical condition and then her father ordered her back to Mossad and then I followed her to Mossad and I didn't tell my boss about it and then I got in trouble for that, and then the little probie said something smart about her leaving I pushed him into the pool the head slap hurt for that so then I went to a bar and drank, and then I crashed but I'm fine now and she's back home. Ok are we done?" Tony finished in one breath, and stood up from the couch.

"No, Tony. We are not. Sit down, please." Tony rolled his eyes and sat down, hard, on the couch. "So you blamed yourself for your partner getting injured?" He asked.

"It was my fault. But she's fine now. Just a small bandage on her shoulder."

"Tell me more about that."

"Look, I'm fine, ok? I really don't need this. Ziva is back, and she promised me she wouldn't leave."

"It sounds like all your trouble started when your partner was injured.

"Yeah." He admitted.

"So you think of her as more than just a partner?" Tony popped his head up at the man and looked him right in the eyes.

"That is none of your business." He said. The doctor had to turn away from his stare.

"Yes, well. I will see you here next week, Agent DiBizzo?" Tony stood up quickly.

"What do you mean you will see me here next week?" Tony mocked.

"I can see that this is just the beginning of your troubles. And I won't sign this paper," he held it up in front of Tony's face, "until I'm ready."

"Come on! I'm not coming back here! I don't need this!" He said loudly.

"Your time is up for today. Goodbye." He held the door open and Tony stormed out of it, but stopped at the door of his office.

"You better be glad I don't have my weapon." He said through his teeth and walked out of the office. He walked by the receptionist and stopped. "It's D-I-N-O-Z-Z-O!"

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"I need to see the director, immediately." Michael said to his assistant.

"He is on the phone." She replied.

"It is about his daughter!" He said loudly. The assistant gulped and told the guards to let him in. He walked in just as the director hung up the phone.

"Hello Michael. What can I do for you?" He asked, he picked up his pen and began to write.

"She is not there sir."

"She?" Eli asked.

"Ziva. She is not in her bed." Michael replied. "I have called her cell, she will not answer." Eli stopped writing and sat back in his large leather chair, and looked up at the officer.

"Michael, she has gone back to America. Go get her." Eli said. Michael simply nodded and began to walk out of the room, when Eli called his name again.

"Bring Agent DiNozzo with you. Dead or alive."