A/N: My face was like this ':O' when I realized how long ago I last updated this! I am so sorry! You guys have to tell me if I take too long to update otherwise I will just forget! Homework and school is taking over my life! I only realized that I needed to update because I haven't been at school for the past three days so I have been on the computer (or more importantly, FanFiction) a lot. I hope you enjoy this.

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With that Jenny and Ducky left. The rest of the room was silent. Palmer, who hadn't said a word throughout the argument just looked awkward, he looked as if he wanted the sofa he was sitting on to swallow him whole.

Abby and McGee were exchanging worried glances, they had seen the flicker of sadness in Jenny's eyes, even if it was just for a second.

Gibbs... well he just felt pummelled. Wishing he hadn't shouted at Jenny. Hoping they could somehow fix their mangled relationship.

It was the next morning. Tony was still not talking to anyone; not even the nurses. Ducky and Jenny talked until the early hours of the morning, they knew, deep in their hearts that they had done the right thing but at the moment they still felt mean, as if they had betrayed Tony. Abby, McGee and Palmer were furious, they didn't think it was right what Ziva had done; or that Jenny wouldn't give them her address.

Gibbs couldn't bring himself to be furious. As soon as Jenny had left he went home. He went down to his basement and grabbed an old jar. He poured himself some bourbon and drowned his sorrows as he worked away at his boat. But drinking bourbon made Gibbs even more annoyed with himself because that's what he drank with her; it's their shared pleasure. He was annoyed at himself for getting angry at Jenny. For shouting at her and calling her stupid without getting the full story.

He had demolished their relationship. He wasn't even sure if there was enough to salvage.

Meanwhile, in Norfolk, Gracie was still asleep. Ziva was pottering around the house trying to remove the dust that had gathered over the few weeks that she had been in Washington DC. She looked in the mirror and sighed, using her finger to gently rub under her eyes. Then she silently moved forward, leaving her red, puffy eyes in their tear-stained state.

In the dark, empty, silent house she felt alone. She could feel exhaust seeping in. The sight of her living room and all the pictures of her happy family, all the drawings Gracie had done made her feel depressed; made her realize the consequences to her actions.

She slunk down onto the sofa, chucking her duster at one of the photos. It was one of her and Tony. They were happy. They were carefree. They were in Paris.

Her eyes closed, she could remember everything that was going on in that photo. Even what Tony had said to her to make her laugh so much. It was such a simple photo but so gorgeous. They were on the Eiffel Tower, stood at the edge, leaning on the railings. It was late at night and it was dark but the lights of the city below illuminated the picture. She was stood next to Tony and felt safe in his arms.

She was suddenly pulled out of her daydream by movement upstairs. She could hear Gracie waking up. Her little feet pattering on the landing and then down the stairs. Just as expected the lounge door opened to reveal the little girl. Her hair was left unbrushed but she still looked cute. She had hot pink Winnie the Pooh pyjama's on, with Piglet, Eeyore and Pooh on the front of the top. Butterflies of pink, purple and yellow were flying around the three characters and her pyjama bottoms were covered in them too. They are her favourite pyjamas.

"Morning Tateleh, how are you?" Ziva asked, using all her strength to make her voice sound cheerful but it still sounded slightly strained. She wished she had washed her face, she didn't want Gracie to know she had been crying.

That wasn't a problem though. Gracie didn't even look at her Mom. She didn't even answer her, maybe she didn't even listen. She didn't even nodded, or lift her head. She just sat on the sofa and switched the television on. The happy voices on the TV sounding weird and out of place in the unhappy atmosphere of their house.

Ziva just stared at her daughter. Their happy relationship seemed like a distant memory. Gracie had never blanked Ziva before... until now.

The silence that had covered the house was unbearable. It was so bad that when the phone started ringing they both thought it was a figment of their imagination. After several rings Ziva finally decided that it was not in fact her imagination and answered it.

At hearing the ringing stop, Gracie looked at her Mom, seeing the tears stained on her cheeks. This made Gracie realize that it wasn't just her that missed DC and their family.

"Hello?" Ziva asked, not bothering to conceal the sadness of her voice.

"You sound like death!" The person on the other side exclaimed in an attempt to get her friend happy. It was Jenny.

"Well thanks a lot," Ziva said, and Jenny could tell that her comment had made Ziva smile.

"No problem," Jenny told her friend.

"Ha ha, very funny," Ziva exclaimed, a smile creeping onto her face. Gracie had decided to forgive her Mom after seeing that she had been crying and being her nosy self had gone to sit on her Mom's knee trying, and failing, to eavesdrop into the conversation.

"So how if everything then?" Ziva continued, she was stalling, not wanting to start talking about the real reason behind why Jenny had called, knowing it was because of Tony.

"Ziva! Stop trying to stall!" Jenny said, "You should know by now that I know you too well to let you sidetrack things."

"I know, but I just don't want to talk about it," Ziva pleaded.

Jenny ignored the pleading of Ziva's voice, "Ziva you have to. You can't just run away and expect there to be no consequences." Jenny started. She paused to let her words sink in and then, after a few seconds, she started to talk again, "Tony is a mess, he won't talk to anyone. It's not fair on him!"

"Jenny, don't try and make me feel guilty, it is better for him... for all of us that I am not around to mess his life up," Ziva said.

"Stop trying to trick yourself. No matter how many times you say this, even if you start believing it yourself, it will never be true," Jenny told her friend. Trying to make her see sense.

"Jenny..." Ziva started but she was interrupted.

"Just think about it," Jenny said.

Ziva was about to talk but she heard the dialling tone, "Just like Gibbs," Ziva muttered under her breath. The last person she had talked to who hung up before she could answer was Gibbs.

Jenny's words were starting to sink in. They made her feel guilty. She looked at her daughter, who was leaning on her shoulder. Her sad face made Ziva feels worse.

Ziva extended her arm, wrapping Gracie into a warm embrace. Was staying in Norfolk the right thing to do?

"Tateleh?" Ziva asked.

"Yes Mommy?" Gracie asked, her voice sounding innocent. Relief washed over Ziva's body when Gracie answer, Ziva was happy that she still wasn't being ignored.

"Do you really hate Norfolk?" Ziva asked quietly, not wanting to spark an argument.

"Yes," Gracie whispered, her voice as quiet as a mouse, "I want us to go to DC so we can see Aunt Jen and Daddy and everyone else!" Gracie was on the verge of a tantrum.

Gracie's whining broke Ziva's heart. All she could think about was one small sentence, "What have I done?"

A/N: Ziva has finally realized what the consequences to her actions are, but has she realized too late? Will she be able to fix what she has broken?

If I get 10 reviews I will update this weekend, (if you don't believe me then it is still worth a try, also I have been keeping to my word on my other story 'Truths', and on that story I say the same thing.) just remember that more reviews equal longer and faster updates!

Lauren :D x

P.S. I am slowly battling through writers block with this story. So if it is not up to it's usual standard then tell me.