Okay, the general consensus on the dress was a dead tie between green and red. However, I've chosen the green one because of the links with Under Covers and that puts some really interesting thoughts into Tony's head.(You'll love them, trust me) Speaking of trusting me, I am going to use the red dress in about eight chapters time…my god you're going to love me for that chapter. I hate to sound cocky, but you really will. I could feel the love as I was typing it out. Yes, that means I have many chapters ready to post!

Chapter Fifteen: I Will Destroy You

Tomorrow was marked with a big red circle on the calendar. To no surprise, it singular line was shaky, almost weaving off course as it joined with the beginning, but this was not done by a child's hand. No, it was Tony's hand that trembled as he marked the day as Alicia's funeral. He'd forced himself to eat his breakfast, especially when Penny was questioning why he wasn't, but he couldn't take his eyes away from the looming red circle. Inside it were words he'd never forget…13:00...Alicia's Funeral. He'd been tempted to write 'for the love of God, DiNozzo, don't you dare show up late' underneath it, but it wouldn't have fit in the tiny square space on the calendar…the calendar he'd only brought recently because Penny had wanted to count down until Christmas already. At this time of year, he'd only been able to find one with some upstate landscapes on, but still, it had Christmas marked on it, which kept Penny happy.

What didn't keep Penny happy, however, was sitting indoors and thinking about what tomorrow was. It's a chance to say goodbye to mommy, he'd explained to her. A chance to say whatever you want to her, a chance to remember her. But mostly, a chance to say goodbye. She hadn't liked this idea. She didn't want to say goodbye. When he'd told her, she'd frowned at him, cocking her head as she always did when she was confused. 'Why do we have to say goodbye?' she'd asked him. It was with a heavy heart that he realised that she still thought Alicia would come back to her one day.

Sitting indoors wasn't helping either of them. So, on the morning before the funeral, when he knew that he'd be doing nothing more than climbing the walls trying to find a way to do this without upsetting Penny and himself even more than they already had been, he gathered her sweater (just in case, as it was windy outside), helped her with her shoes, and off they went in the car.

Or rather, off they went to NCIS.

This was a good idea, he decided. If he stayed at home he'd get even more nervous, and Penny would surely notice. The last thing he needed was for his anxiety about the situation to pass onto her. He told himself that going to see everyone was a distraction for her, but he knew that it was conveniently distracting for himself as well.

Their first stop was the lab, seeing as Penny had demanded pigtails that morning and Tony, of course, was hopeless at doing anything with any hair other than his own. He could brush it, but that was about it. It felt strange as he stood in the elevator, gently playing with the visitors badge that he wore. He screwed his nose up at it; this strange badge that would prevent him working, and half-smiled when he noticed Penny doing the exact same thing out of the corner of her eye. She didn't question why she had to wear it when she'd never needed one before, but she certainly wasn't thrilled with it being clipped into her favourite lilac t-shirt.

They arrived in the lab with almost-burst eardrums. Abby was oblivious to their presence because of the volume of her music, and Penny stood with her hands covering her ears until Tony turned it down. Abby whipped around from her desk, ready to project Hell onto whoever dared touch her music until she saw who it was. Her face split into a grin, and she ran towards Tony, throwing her arms around his neck.

"Tony! You're back!"

He patted her back before half-heartedly trying to remove her arms. He was finding it a little difficult to breathe. "Hey, Abs."

"And Penny!" Abby declared, as she pulled back from Tony and lifted Penny up onto her hip. "I missed you."

"We need a favour," Tony explained.

"And what can I do for you this morning?" she asked them.

Penny held up two hair bands to Abby; lilac to match her top. "Daddy can't do pigtails yet," she told her.

Abby didn't look surprised by this. "Of course he can't. Not as good as me." Penny giggled. "Oh, I almost forgot. I've got a present for you."

Penny's eyes widened. "For me? Really?"

"Yeah, it's in my top desk drawer," Abby told her, setting her down on the ground again. "Why don't you go and find it?"

As Penny rushed off to Abby's desk, the forensics Goth turned her attention back to the child's father. Tony watched the excitement on Penny's face when she reached Abby's desk and climbed onto the chair. "You didn't have to buy her a present, Abs."

"Yeah, I did!" she protested. "I was going to come shopping with you guys but something came up last minute and I had to kick it back here. How are you two doing?"

Tony sighed. "She's still missing her mom, but she's smiling more."

Abby put a hand on the top of his arm, lowering her voice. "I'm so sorry, Tony…"

"It's okay," he assured her, forcing a smile. "We're…we're getting there. We're making progress. Which is good, right?"

She smiled at him, her pigtails swinging as she nodded. "Do you need a hug?"

He looked at her sceptically. "My answer isn't going to change the fact that you're going to hug me, is it?"

"No," she said, before hugging him tightly again. She held him like that for a while, just before his face turned purple with the force of the hug, and then pulled back, looking him directly in the eye. "Are you all right?" she asked him.

Sadly, he looked down at the ground, paying close attention to his shoes. "No, I'm not all right, Abs." She looked a bit dejected at his answer, and he nudged her shoulder with his own. "But I will be," he assured her. "I've got Penny, and she makes me smile and laugh every day even though she's sadder than I am. We're getting there."

"You look exhausted," she pointed out. "Are you sleeping okay?" He was silent, just giving her a look. "Tony!" she scolded.

"I can't help it," he explained. "I spend half the night worrying about everything and the other half trying to get to sleep, only I can't because Penny kicks me in her sleep."

Abby looked confused. "Gibbs told me yesterday that she had her own bed now."

"Yeah, but you wouldn't think that come morning," he told her.

"Midnight sneaking?" she asked with a smirk.

"Three a.m. sneaking," he corrected. "I don't know what I'm doing wrong, Abs. I do all the stuff they do in movies…the glass of warm milk, the stories before bedtime, I tucked her in…but she still crawled back in with me."

Abby shrugged at him as if the reason were obvious. "Well, the past few weeks have been hard for her, and you were there."

"Meaning?" he probed, not seeing the real reason of her answer.

"Tony, she's always going to have her first memory of her father as you being the man who charged in and rescued her. So, when she wakes up in a new bed in the middle of the night she's going to want the familiarity of her dad."

He nodded slowly. "I guess so."

"Daddy, look!" Penny cried with excitement as she ran back over to the pair, holding up her gift for him to see.

He found himself looking at a small purple hippo…something that he'd seen before. Only this was not Bert. This definitely wasn't Abby's Bert. But it had the same spiked collar and lilac furred skin. Not to his surprise, when Penny squeezed it, it made a farting noise. "I should have seen that one coming, really," he realised.

"Well, she's too old for me to knit booties for her," Abby pointed out, as if the natural thing one did after knitting booties was making farting animals.

Tony looked at her. "You knit?"

"Well…no," she said. "That's why I made the hippo."

--

Tony waited for Penny to finish having her hair tied up, and then Abby announced that she needed him to send McGee down to her. He chose not to question it, after all, he was sure the Probie was doing some probing of a different kind with their resident Goth; and while this made him feel like a protective older brother on Abby's behalf, he knew that McGee wasn't the type of guy who was going to run off and hurt her…mainly because Abby had the means and the dedication to hunt him down and bind him in chains to her wall for the rest of his life. No sooner had the elevator doors opened, they found McGee standing before them, a caff-pow in his hands.

"Probie."

"Tony," he frowned. "What are you doing here?"

"Visiting," he said simply. "Abby wants to see you down in the lab."

Again, he frowned. "She does? What about?"

Tony shrugged. "No idea. Didn't say."

"Uh…okay." He stepped into the elevator, and as Tony and Penny left, he caught sight off the little girl. "Hi, Penny," he said to her.

Penny looked up at him and smiled. "Hi, Uncle Probie."

McGee rolled his eyes. "You know, Penny, you can call me Tim if you like. Abby and Ziva do."

Penny shook her head. "Ziva calls you 'mugee'," she corrected him.

"Well…Abby calls me Tim. Lots of people call me Tim."

Penny tilted her head to one side. "Daddy said your name is Probie."

"It isn't my name."

"Then why does he call you that?"

McGee was left in a stunned silence as the elevator doors closed, sending him on his way down to the lab. Penny just giggled and skipped ahead of Tony into the bullpen. She found Ziva sitting at her desk and stood on her tip-toes so that she could see over the top of the desk.

"Hi, Ziva," she chirped.

Ziva looked up from her computer, and smiled at Penny. "Shalom, Penny. What are you doing here?"

"We're 'visitin'," she said, copying what Tony had told McGee.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah," Penny nodded. "We went to see Auntie Abby and she did my pigtails for me," she said, moving her head so her pigtails swung.

Ziva smiled. "I did not think that your father would have learned so fast."

"No," Penny giggled. "He needed help from Auntie Abby."

Tony stood on the edge of the bullpen, watching his daughter's enthusiasm for seeing Ziva. He loved that his partner got on so well with Penny, especially considering the amount of time they spent together, but this was the first time he had seen Ziva since he'd leaned in dangerously close in his hallway. Ever since then, he'd been losing sleep over his constant wonderings…was he actually going to kiss her? Did that mean he wanted to kiss her?

"Hello, Tony," Ziva greeted, snapping him out of his daze.

"Hey," he said, a little awkwardly. "Where's Gibbs?"

"Questioning a suspect," she told him.

Tony looked confused. "Abby said you guys didn't have a case."

"We don't."

"Then who is he questioning?"

Ziva's eyes flickered to Penny for a moment, and then back to Tony. "I believe Gibbs would be the best person to ask about it."

"Ah, right," Tony brushed off, sitting himself on the edge of Ziva's desk. "So, how is it working without me?" he teased her.

"Oh, it is horrible," she told him with a groan. "People are being professional, work is being done…"

"So you don't understand most American idioms but you do understand sarcasm?" he asked her, raising an eyebrow.

"I think you will find that sarcasm is a universal language," she pointed out.

"Daddy, I'm thirsty!" Penny complained from beside him.

"Okay, uh…let's get a drink," he said, getting off of Ziva's desk and leading her over to the water cooler.

As Tony left, Gibbs came back looking rather satisfied, but at the same time extremely pissed off. He noticed Tony, and looked to Ziva. "Did you tell him?" he asked her.

She shook her head, watching the pair. "No, but he asked."

--

Down in the lab, McGee instantly noticed that something was wrong. He stayed in the doorway, looking around him warily, half-expecting to see Abby having a nervous breakdown underneath her desk. Instead, she came out of the ballistics lab with a cheery smile.

"Hi, McGee."

He looked at her suspiciously. "Something's wrong."

She shook her head. "What makes you think that?"

"No music. It's…very quiet."

"Oh, that," she brushed off. "I just felt like some peace and quiet today."

This raised his suspicions even more. "Something's very wrong."

"Nothing's wrong, McGee."

He decided not to push it, and handed her the caff-pow. "I brought you a caff-pow."

She looked at it, and took it from him. After a second of deliberating it, she set it aside on the table. "Uh…no thanks, McGee."

This time, his eyes widened. "Abby, are you sick?"

She was taken aback. "What?"

"No music…no caff-pows…are you sick or something?"

"Uh…something," she said.

"What?"

"I'm not sick, but I'm definitely something," she told him.

He frowned. "Abby, you're confusing me here. A lot."

She bit her lip, and lead him over to her desk. She sat him down on her chair and then proceeded to stand before him, wringing her hands. "Timmy…you like kids, don't you?"

"Yeah, I like kids," he said innocently. "Is this something to do with Penny turning up?"

"No. Not really."

"Well then, what is this about?" he asked her.

"I just…wanted to know what you thought…about kids…" she trailed off.

"You mean, having them?" he pried.

"Yeah," she said, glad that they were on the same mind track, at least for the moment. "One day…maybe…in the far off distant future." Not that less than nine months was far off in the distant future, of course.

"Well, that would be great," he said, half-stuttering over the words.

No sooner had he spoken, Abby blurted out what she had to say. "Good, because I'm pregnant," she said quickly.

McGee say there in silence, staring at her. His eyes were blank, his jaw was hanging slack, and she was pretty sure that if she'd knocked on his forehead she'd have heard his brain rattling, trying to process the news she'd just given him. However, three minutes without any reaction whatsoever was drawing the line for her.

"uh…Timmy…I kinda need you to say something."

"Gibbs is going to kill me," he said, still motionless.

Abby looked confused. "That's not what I was thinking…"

"He's actually going to kill me," he continued, as if he hadn't heard her. "And he's going to get you to cover it up for him. Oh my God, maybe he'll dump my body using his boat. That's why he's been building it. He's been waiting for me or DiNozzo to screw up. I just always assumed it would be Tony…"

Abby cut off his rambling. "McGee!" He looked up at her, shaking himself. "Gibbs already knows."

Horrified, he almost fell out of the chair. "What?!"

"He already knows," she repeated. "He kinda knew before I knew."

"Why does that not surprise me?" he groaned.

"Because he's Gibbs," she shrugged. "But that's not the point. The point is that I'm pregnant. And it's yours, of course. I'm not that kind of girl. I uh…I've been to the doctor, everything's fine. Ziva made me go…"

"Ziva knows?" he asked.

"Well yeah, I had to tell Ziva," she said simply.

"Before me?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "It's like the girls code of honour."

"Gibbs and Ziva knew before me?" he repeated, trying to figure out how many other people Abby had told before him.

"Tony and Ducky don't know yet," she said optimistically. "Unless Gibbs told Ducky or Ziva told Tony. I don't think Tony knows though, otherwise the entire building would know."

"Great, I feel so much better," McGee grumbled.

"McGee, will you focus here!" Abby told him. "This isn't about who knows. This is about us…and a baby. Our baby. You, Timothy McGee, are going to be a father."

"Oh my God…" he said slowly, as Abby's words sunk in. "I am…I'm going to be a father."

"So?" Abby asked hopefully. "Does this mean you're…like, happy about this?"

"Of course, I am!" he told her, jumping to his feet. "Abby, this is great news," he assured her, putting his hands on her hips.

"Good," she said, releasing a relieved breath.

He frowned. "Were you that worried about telling me?"

She nodded. "To the point where if you wanted nothing to do with this I was going to borrow Gibbs' boat and get rid of you myself."

He looked rather worried. Actually afraid. "You don't really mean that, do you?" he checked, stumbling over the words.

She smiled at him, covering over her intentions with innocence as she always did. "I guess you'll never have to find out now."

--

Back up in the bullpen, Tony came back over with Penny on his hip, helping her balance a cup of water in her hands. Seeing that Gibbs was back, he went over to the desk. "Hey, boss."

Gibbs didn't even look away from his computer screen. "If you're not visiting…"

"Don't worry, we are," Tony told him. "No working."

"Not that that's a change," Gibbs pointed out.

"Hey!" Tony protested. "I work…"

Gibbs looked over at Ziva, standing up. "Ziva, can you watch Penny for a second? I need a word with DiNozzo in private."

Tony set Penny down on the ground at Ziva's approval, and followed Gibbs over to the window. He stood there silently for a moment until Tony spoke. "Something wrong, boss?" he asked.

"Penny's grandparents are being charged with child negligence," he told Tony, keeping his eyes focused on the agent before him.

Tony was stunned, and then shook himself. "Whoa, wait. Rewind. What?"

"McGee and I brought them in yesterday morning. They'll receive sentencing tomorrow."

Tony seemed more pissed off than anything. "You went to bring them in? Without me?"

"Yes," Gibbs nodded, drinking some of his coffee.

"I'm Penny's father. I had a right to be there," he said.

"You are on grievance leave, DiNozzo. You're not authorised to work any cases," Gibbs reminded him.

"This isn't just a case, boss,"

"Which is why I couldn't have you there," he told him. Tony's eyes were questioning, and Gibbs stared him down. "Can you honestly tell me that you wouldn't have taken one look at the man who did that to your daughter and managed to keep your hand off your weapon?" Tony looked away, his silence explaining everything. "That's why."

Tony sighed, running his hand through his hair. "They're being charged?"

"Yes."

"Tomorrow."

"Yes."

Tony looked over his shoulder, making sure that they were out of earshot of Penny. When he was content that she was happily chatting away to Ziva, he looked back at Gibbs. "It's Alicia's funeral tomorrow."

"Do you really think they were planning on attending?" he asked him. Tony was silent, filled with rage when he realised that the Ryan's probably hadn't considered attending the burial of Alicia. "Are you going alone to the service tomorrow?" Gibbs asked, his tone softer.

Tony looked over at Penny, watching her rather than having to suffer his boss' stare. "Jenny arranged it all."

"That's not what I asked you, DiNozzo."

He shrugged. "There's no one else to ask, Gibbs. A few of her friends from college will be there, but I couldn't get in contact with many. Most of Alicia's friends went off travelling and are still somewhere in Africa."

"It's a hard thing to do alone, Tony."

"I won't be alone," he said lightly "I've got Penny."

Gibbs continued to watch him, even though Tony's eyes were firmly planted on his daughter. "What time is the service?"

"1300."

Gibbs nodded. "I'll pick you two up at 1230."

Tony whipped his head round, stunned. "You want to come?"

"Like I said, it's a hard thing to do alone," he justified.

"Uh…thanks, boss," he said, tripping over his words.

"Now, go take that girl home before I tear up that visitors badge and give you some work to do," Gibbs instructed him, before heading towards the Director's office.

Tony nodded after him and went over to Ziva's desk. Penny didn't even look up from her conversation about her new bedroom until he spoke. "Come on, Princess, we better go."

She swung her legs on the edge of the desk, pouting at him. "But I wanna stay with Ziva…"

"Ziva has to work," he told her.

"But Daddy…" she whined.

"We'll see her soon, I promise," he assured her, not wanting her to have a full-blown breakdown in the middle of NCIS.

Ziva leaned forwards on the desk. "Actually, Tony, I was meaning to ask you a favour."

He nodded. "After what you've done for me and Penny, I owe you one."

"The power is out in my apartment for the evening…"

At this, he fell into the old DiNozzo routine, leaning on the edge of her desk. "Want me to bring over some candles?"

"No," she smirked. "I was wondering if I could get ready at your apartment?"

"Get ready?" he questioned. "For what?"

"Adam," she said simply.

Tony nodded. "He's back today."

"He is taking me for dinner tonight, but as the power is out…"

Even though he hated the idea of her getting ready for Adam, he nodded. "No, of course, that's fine. Just come over when you're done here," he assured her.

"Thank you."

"No problem." He looked at Penny, helping her off of the desk. "See, kiddo, you'll get to see her later."

"Bye, Ziva."

"Goodbye, Penny."

Tony looked at Ziva, as Penny took hold of his hand. "Any idea what time you're finishing?" he asked her.

"Midnight, if you don't leave now and let her work," Gibbs said as he walked back into the bullpen.

"Right, okay," Tony said, quickly making himself scarce. "See you later."

--

Tony sat at the dining table with Penny beside him. They were only having fish sticks and fries for dinner, but Ziva had still declined their offer of any food because of her intended dinner with Adam. At the moment, she'd been in the bathroom for over an hour getting ready. Somehow, Tony never thought that she'd be the kind of girl who took that long to get ready, but apparently even Mossad ninjas needed hours to make themselves look their best. Not that he thought Ziva needed it of course. He'd take her out for dinner even if she were just wearing sweat pants and an old t-shirt. In fact, he'd take her out in her pyjamas…providing she wore them, of course.

"So, how do I look?"

Penny and Tony both looked up from their dinner, yet with different reactions. Penny's face lit up in a grin and she clapped her hands together. "You look like a princess, Ziva," she told her.

"Thank you, Penny," she smiled, before looking to Tony for his approval.

He took in the image before him…Ziva standing in his living room…the absolutely radiant beauty that he'd never get to have for his own. It hurt to know that she wasn't dressed up like this for him, but she looked happy, and if Adam made her happy he was going to have to accept that. However…if Adam didn't appreciate how amazing she looked then he'd have to have some seriously bruising words about appreciating women.

She wore a deep green dress, not unlike the one she'd worn when they were under cover as Jean-Paul and Sophie Ranier. He remembered that dress well…he'd had a number of arguable disturbing dreams about removing that infamous dress many more times than the one time he had done. He didn't know what made him more uncomfortable, the fact that he could so clearly remember every inch of her body when it had been revealed to him over two years ago now, or the fact that there was very little of it that wasn't on show right now for Adam to see. Not that it was a tasteless dress, mind you. The neckline wasn't revealing and the skirt fell to her calf. It was only when she turned to give him a complete view that he realised that almost her entire back was on show. But it wasn't smutty. It wasn't the sort of dress that he'd find himself chasing in a bar. No, he was drawn to this image before him for a different reason. For such a simple dress with a simple design…she looked absolutely breathtaking.

But she wasn't going out with him looking like that. Adam was offering her a classy dinner at a fancy restaurant that night. He'd offered her fish sticks and French fries.

Yeah, he didn't stand a chance.

"You look great," he told her, giving her the nod of approval she was waiting for.

"Honestly?" she asked him, looking at her hair in the mirror. She had it all up, swept into a clasp at the top of her neck. He preferred her hair down, hanging over her back. He could almost imagine it now, sweeping over the bare skin that was on show…he'd loved running his fingers through her hair when they were undercover. Her hair was always soft, so thick and full of vibrance. He couldn't remember ever appreciating a woman's hair like he had done on that night undercover. "You are not just saying this to make me leave your apartment faster?"

Tony got up from the dining table and made his way towards her. He took his time, not bothering to cover the fact that he was looking her up and down. She immediately noticed the difference in his expression, though. She'd seen him admire many women, whether they were investigating a case or just meeting in the bar after work, but she hadn't seen that expression before. The eyes that traced the length of her body were not his bedroom eyes, not eyes that wanted to lure her into a dark space and lock the door until they were both exhausted. No, those eyes craved something more. Something simpler, yet all the more disappointing to not receive.

"No, really," he assured her, when he was standing before her, his hands in his pockets so that he could guarantee himself they weren't going to reach out and touch that bare skin on her back or run his fingers through that gorgeous hair. If she were going out with him that night he'd have taken that hair clasp and thrown it across the room, letting her curls tumble over her shoulders, but she was going out with Adam, so he allowed her to hide one of her most alluring traits from him. "You look…beautiful."

She smiled softly at him, trying to ignore the way he was looking at her. "Thank you."

He rose his eyes to hers, holding her gaze steady for a moment. His eyes had rarely held anything other than sorrow and hurt for weeks now, and she was pleased to see that there was something other than pain holding him. However, while she loved to see a man admiring her with such dedication, such adoration, it was awkward for it to come from someone who was clearly not her lover. Tony was her partner, and they were friends. Adam would be here any second to take her away from him…

The door knocked, rather conveniently, causing them to break apart. Their eye contact, that dangerously close eye contact, was broken, and Tony headed towards the door. "You go and get your things together, I'll get the door," he offered.

"Tony…" she started, still standing in place. He turned to her, and his expression could have fooled her that none of the past few minutes of staring had happened. She took a breath and removed the moment from her mind as well. "Be nice," she warned.

"I am nice," he defended.

"I mean it," she backed up.

She disappeared down the hall, no doubt back into the bathroom, and Tony was left to answer the door. To no surprise, Adam was standing there. Tony resisted the urge to slam the door straight away. Adam was one of those sickeningly handsome men…strong features and morals to match…the sort of man that women everywhere think had been carved by angels. The sort of man that made men like Tony feel like failures, effective. Naturally, Ziva had fallen for this, which had made Tony's hatred for him fuel even more.

"Agent DiNozzo," Adam said stiffly.

"Lieutenant Gellar," he replied in the same tone.

No men made to move, and just continued to stare one another down in hall. "Is Ziva ready?" Adam asked.

"Almost," Tony confirmed, still not backing his gaze done.

"I see we're not on first name terms yet," Adam noticed.

"It's not me you're dating," Tony pointed out.

"Let me guess, you hate me on principle."

"Something like that," Tony nodded.

"Tony!" Ziva hissed from inside the apartment. "Be nice!"

He turned, seeing her wandering through the hall barefoot. "Are you ready?" he asked her.

"Yes, I am just fetching my shoes," she told him.

Tony turned back to Adam, keeping his voice low so that Ziva wouldn't be able to hear him. "If you hurt her, I will destroy you," he threatened simply.

"Ziva's a strong woman," Adam said confidently. "She doesn't need the likes of you looking out for her."

Naturally, Ziva appeared beside him in the doorway before Tony could act on his impulse to hit the smarmy bastard. "Adam," she said simply, as she looked upon the man she had not seen for months.

Tony could only watch as Adam whisked her into his arms, obviously pleased to see her after so long at sea. Ziva said her goodbyes to Tony, and called through a goodbye to Penny as well, but neither of them had much time to return her words.

That night, Tony lay away for a long time. As the power was still out in Ziva's apartment he'd offered her his bed for the night, even promising to be good and sleep on the couch. She'd told him that she would be fine, but promised him in return that if she found herself in trouble of a place to stay, she would come back. It was at two in the morning, when Penny crawled into his bed half-asleep and muttering tiredly about unicorns, that Tony realised that Ziva wasn't coming back. In turn, he soon realised where she would have ended up staying.

Adam's.

What made matters worse was finding out how much this bothered him.