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"Tony!"

"What?" he asked, running into the bedroom. He stopped when he saw her lying on the bed, her back to him and the covers pulled tight around her.

"Ziva?" he said cautiously, taking a few steps towards the bed. "Ziva are you awake." She didn't answered so he sat down on the edge of the bed and placed his hand lightly on her waist. She turned slightly at the touch, lifting her head to look at him.

"Hi," she mumbled, a smile crossing her face.

"You were screaming," he said.

"It was nothing," she assured, sitting up to look at him completely.

"Are you sure, because I've already called Gibbs to tell him we're coming back."

"It has been more then three weeks, Tony, we need to get back to work."

"Work doesn't matter. Gibbs told me not to bring you back until you were better."

"Well then I guess we are never going back." She paused and looked up to meet his eyes. "I will never be the same, Tony, no matter how long we spend out here. I will always be scarred by what has happened to me, and nothing can fix it."

"But I- we can help it," he patted her leg softly.

"And you are, there are just some things that I need to deal with on my own." She tore her eyes away from his and looked down at where his hand rested in her lap.

"I know, but just know I'm always here for you."

"I know," she whispered. He leaned over and kissed the top of her head.

"So what were you dreaming about?" he asked after a minute.

"I don't actually remember," she shrugged her shoulders.

"Well I made lunch if you're hungry."

"What is it?" Ziva asked skeptically.

"Just sandwiches, nothing special."

"How about lunch in bed," she smiled.

"Only for you," he laughed and moved his hand to cup her face as he kissed her quickly before retrieving the food from the kitchen.

"Grilled ham and cheese, extra ham, extra cheese, and a banana smoothie." He handed her a plate and napkin and placed the drink down on the bedside table. She moved her legs so he could sit on the bed in front of her.

"Thank you." She picked up half the sandwich and took a large bit out of it. "This is really good, what did you do?"

"I used some cheese from this place in the town over, Harmon's I think it was called. Aged cheddar, kinda expensive but totally worth it," he answered, taking a bite of his own sandwich.

"When did you go shopping?"

"About an hour ago while you were sleeping."

"I didn't hear you leave, or return for that matter."

"Well you were asleep," he laughed.

"I know but still, usually something like that wakes me up"

"Maybe this is a good sign. You're less on edge, more relaxed."

"I do not like that. We've been away from everything for to long."

"It's fine, Ziva, nothing's different just because we've been away from NCIS."

"But it is. I haven't fired a gun in three weeks, I think that is a record." She shrugged and picked up the second half of the sandwich.

"No, really?"

"It's true, in Mossad if you were not on a mission then you were training."

"What if you were injured?"

"You trained until you were able enough for battle." They didn't say anything for a minute as they finished eating.

"I'm just glad I do not have to raise our child like that," Ziva whispered.