"Shalom, Ziva." Michael said softly.

"What are you doing here?" Ziva asked, her voice breaking as she spoke.

"Your father has sent me to collect you and Agent DiNozzo." He walked passed her and into her living room, standing awkwardly close to Tony. "So you two need to pack your things and come with me to the airport."

Tony scoffed, "I'm not going anywhere with you." He stared at the man for several seconds before walking towards the door, where Ziva was still standing. Michael reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"Sadly, it is not an option."

Tony ripped his hand from his grip and spoke through his teeth, "Don't touch me again."

Michael laughed, "You do realize that I am Mossad, right?"

Tony had enough, "I don't give a damn what you are." He walked over to him, his left hand curled up into a fist, and his right hand ready to grab his SIG from it's holster.

Ziva rolled her eyes, "Hey!" She yelled, stepping between the two men. She was facing Tony and she looked up at him, "Tony, leave. Now."

He returned her stare, and it was silent for several long seconds, "Have fun." He mumbled, and walked, quickly, out of her apartment, slamming the door behind him.

She sighed and turned to Michael, "What are you doing here?"

Michael crossed his arms, "That is the only two things you have said to me since you opened the door."

"And you have yet to answer my question. What. Are. You. Doing. Here?"

He smiled and walked over to her liquor cabinet, pulling out a glass and gin, pouring himself a generous amount before walking back over to her, "Your father asked me to return with you and Agent DiNozzo."

"We are not going anywhere." She said softly. "I do not want to return. I will not return."

He took a sip, chuckling softly, "It is not optional."

Ziva stared at him, "Leave, Michael. Tell my father that he will have my letter of resignation soon." She walked passed him and into her bedroom, again sitting down at her laptop.

Michael followed her into the room and sat down beside her on the bed, "You know, you would have invited me to stay a couple of years ago." He smiled at her.

She glared at him, "And now, I am telling you to leave."

He took a sip of his drink, "I cannot, unfortunately. You see, your father asked me to bring Agent DiNozzo to him."

Ziva glared at him again, "Tony is not going to Israel."

Michael chuckled, put his drink down and his hands on either side of her body, next to her hips, "You see, that is why it will be a very quiet plane ride back to Tel Aviv. DiNozzo...he will not have much to say."

Ziva put two hands on his chest and pushed him backwards, hard, and he fell on the ground, chuckling softly. "You will not harm Tony." She said through her teeth, "You get up and leave. Now."

Michael got back onto his feet and walked over to her again, "I am sorry for this, Ziva, but I am following orders. And my order is to take you and DiNozzo back to Israel with me, dead or alive. And even though I once loved you, either option is fine with me." He grabbed her wrist and began to pull her out of her bedroom, and when she resisted, he pulled her even harder.

"Let go of me." She growled. Michael turned around and twisted her arm behind her back, causing her to moan in pain.

"Do not resist, I do not want to hurt you." He said into her ear, his lips touching it as he did so. She managed to get from his grip and reached into her pocket quickly, opening her phone and pressing a speed dial button.

Even though she hated to admit it, she knew that Michael was a lot stronger than her, and that she was going to need some help.

Only one name came to mind.

Tony DiNozzo.

He drove.

He didn't know where he was going, and he didn't really care. His mind was racing, and all he could think about was his Ziva.

No DiNozzo, he thought, Ziva made it perfectly clear that she's not yours.

His cell phone ringing broke him out of his trance, so he reached down to his belt and pulled it off, flipping it open, "DiNozzo." He spat.

And then, he heard her.

She sounded like she was in a panic, and her voice was desperate.

Along with the car, his heart stopped, "Tony. Come back, please." She breathed.

"Ziva, what's wrong?" He asked, and he turned the car around, stepping on the gas to the floor as he drove. The line disconnected, and he drove even faster.

"DiNozzo can't help you now, Ziva. You are to come with me." Michael said, and grabbed her wrist again, walking towards her bedroom door. She put her leg in front of him and made him fall to the ground. He pulled her down with him and rolled her over so that he was on top, holding her to the ground. "I remember this." He laughed, though Ziva didn't find the humor in it, for she was having a hard time breathing, "Only, you weren't resisting quite as much then. In fact, you were begging."

Ziva was exhausted, but she used what little strength she had left to push him off of her again, and she got to her feet. Michael stood again and walked over to her, "Ziva, I really did not want to resort to this, and I am sorry." He raised his right hand and swung it at her face. She ducked under it the first time and hit him in the stomach, but it wasn't enough as his left hand came around and slapped her across the face, causing her to fall to the ground. Michael Rivkin laughed and walked over to her, moving her hair from her ear, leaning down and speaking into it softly, as if the room was full of people.

"You cannot win."

Okay! Don't freak out on me...Ziva's not dead, I promise. And no, this is not going to become another Semper Fidelis episode, because we all know that was...bad for TIVA.

We all know that I can't have Tony and Ziva apart for too long, right?

Review? :)