"Ziva." No answer.

"Ziva."

She woke up this time.

"What?" She answered sleepily.

"Time to get up."

"What time is it?" She asked. Wishing for more sleep.

"2:30 in the afternoon."

"What?! I slept at five last evening?!" She pushed her tiredness aside and bolted out of bed.

"Hey! Ziva." He caught up to her before she got to the door.

"Gibbs told me to make sure you took it easy. I'll drive you to work." He offered.

"Are you sure. Tony?"

"Not a problem." He smiled jangling his keys around in the air indicating that it was time to go.

They drove almost to the Navy Yard but Tony remembered that Ziva hasn't eaten since lunch. He made a U-turn and made his way to the local bakery.

"Tony. Where are we going?" Ziva asked. Confused.

"We're going to go get you breakfast and then, we're going back home to shower. You kind of smell." He explained in a very DiNozzo manner. She didn't really stink but Tony just wanted her to freshen herself up before another long day at work.

Ziva sniffed the air around her on instinct.

They went to the local bakery called 'Chef's bakery' and they each bought a bagel and a coffee. They ate up at the cute seating place and they ate silently. When they finished, they drove back to Ziva's apartment. They both hurried back in and got themselves ready. Ziva showered and brushed her teeth and Tony did the same. They both changed out of the clothes they were wearing the day before and they chucked their old clothes on Ziva's bed and they rushed out of the apartment, afraid that Gibbs will question why they were late. They hopped back in the car and they went as fast as they could all the way back to the Navy Yard. But at two miles an hour in the typical D.C peak hour they were going to get there very slowly.

"Tony. You took too long to shower." Ziva complained.

"I did not!" Tony argued.

"Did to." Ziva argued.

"Did not."

"Did to."

"Did not."

"Did to."

"I did not spent too long in the shower."

"Hmph." Ziva smirked.

They were moving half a meter every thirty seconds. It was taking so long and they were getting more and more impatient. The usual ten minute drive from Ziva's apartment to the Navy Yard ended up taking an hour. Finally, they arrived.

They both strolled slowly to the bullpen and were both greeted by McGee.

"Hey guys. Everything alright."

"Everything's alright McGoo. We're all good."

McGee averted his eyes back to his computer and began working on his work.

"Where is Gibbs?" Ziva asked.

"He's in the elevator."

"Still?" Tony seemed worried.

"No. He ran there when his phone rang."

"That was me McGoo."

"No. Today. While you were gone. Not last night."

Meanwhile in the elevator.

"You cannot order her back to Israel anymore!"

"Yes I can. She is my daughter and I can do what ever I want to her."

"No you can't. She's a big girl Eli. She can take care of herself. You can't just say you want her back home and expect her to come back."

"She is Mossad. I am the director of Mossad. I recruited her. I am her boss and she must do what I say."

"Not anymore."

"Not anymore?"

Dammit! What was I thinking?!

"She. Is not part of your team anymore."

"How?!" Eli's blood was boiling.

"She is an American citizen and an Agent. She became one just a few days ago. Now she does not have to listen to you anymore!"

But now all Gibbs could hear was a flat continuous line of sound.

Oh crap. He hung up.