Tony couldn't have possibly driven faster to NCIS headquarters. He wanted to spend every second he could with her; he didn't even want to sleep. He knew that her father had and would use his ability to send her back to Israel, and he didn't want that to happen. He carefully lifted her out of the car, by the hand, McGee lagging behind. Which was okay with Tony, I mean, considering that he was still kinda upset with him in the fact that Gibbs didn't give him a lecture on Rule Twelve.
They stood in front of the passengers' side of the Mustang, and he took in the scars that were on her face as well as down her arms. He carefully moved a piece of hair out of the way, to place it behind her ear, his fingertips brushing lightly against a scar. She shuddered under his touch, "Does it hurt?" He whispered, and she shook her head, but he could tell that she was lying; her eyes told her entire story. He frowned and carefully leaned down to kiss it, gently, his lips barely touching her skin before he pulled back and took her hand in his. He couldn't believe how careful he was being with her; it was almost as if one false move and she would break into a million pieces.
"I cannot wait to see everyone again." Ziva said, smiling at the thought as they waited for the elevator. She suddenly let go of Tony and turned around, "McGee! I forgot to hug you!" She said, throwing her arms around him in a very Abby-esque hug. The thought of her made Tony regret everything, "How have you been, McGee?" she asked as she let go of him.
"I've been fine."
"You know that new agent?" Tony asked as the elevator doors opened, "Lindsay Trace?"
"Ah. Yes." Ziva smiled, "She seemed like a nice enough girl."
"Hah!" McGee said to Tony, who just glared at him over his shoulder before leading her into the elevator.
"Shut up, probie." He shoved his finger back at Tim, pointing at him, "The little McLoser here's dating her."
Ziva smiled as the elevator doors closed and it started going up, "McGee! Congratulations!" She said, patting his shoulder before taking Tony's hand back in hers. They both felt the heat that went through their bodies, but Ziva felt something different. Guilt? No. Guilty of what? And when was Tony ever guilty of anything? She decided to brush it off. It's just you. You're feeling guilty. She blamed herself. You're feeling guilty for sleeping with your Mossad partner.
The elevator doors opened back up to reveal the squadroom to her eyes, and immediately Agent Trace appeared around the corner and threw her arms around McGee. He staggered back, "Hey, Lindsay." He smiled, and Ziva smiled back. They were cute together.
"I came into work and you weren't here!" She moaned, "And boss just told me that I'm getting transferred! Timmy!" She groaned, and Tony decided to pull Ziva away from the 'sap fest' as he called it. They entered the bullpen and Ziva let go of Tony. Gibbs looked up from his desk and gave a small, closed smile.
"Good morning, Officer David."
"Morning, Gibbs." She nodded back, and he got up and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close.
"Missed you, Ziver." He whispered into her ear as she hugged him back. He gave her a small kiss on the side of her head before letting go of her, "It's good to have you back. Maybe now DiNozzo will finally get some work done." He said, glaring at Tony.
"You got that right, boss!" Tony smiled, and Ziva just left, taking Tony's hand back in hers.
"Let's go visit Abby, yes?" Tony stopped and gulped. He didn't want to face her. Not now. She noticed the change and she furrowed her eyebrows together, "What?" She asked, "You do not like Abby? Since when?"
"No, I like her, Zi…but…." He sighed and looked down, scratching the back of his neck.
"So what is the problem?"
"You see while you were gone in Israel…Abby and I…" How was he going to put this lightly? I made out with the forensic scientist.
"Uh oh." Gibbs suddenly said, "DiNozzo you did not!" Tony turned his head to look at Gibbs pissed face, and he gulped once, twice.
"Do what, boss?" Act dumb, it's the best way to get out of something, or buy you enough time to think of a good enough lie.
Gibbs narrowed his eyes to slits, "You know."
He felt Ziva's hand leave his, and she backed away from me, "Tony…did you cheat on me?"
"NO!" he almost shouted, "Of course not! Boss, I don't know what you're talking about." He directed that at Gibbs, "Let's go see Abby." He said, taking her hand in his, "Trust me, Ziva. You're too special for me." She smiled and then giggled before they walked towards the elevator. He didn't want to have to deal with Abs, but it was definitely better than explaining that he had cheated on her. She probably didn't even have a thought to cheat much less actually do it, DiNozzo. The elevator doors opened and revealed the door to the forensic lab, the music blaring. He took a deep breath and then led Ziva into the lab.
"Abs?" He asked, taking in a deep breath.
"It's about time you showed up, Tony." She said, but not wanting to turn around. She was still sipping her Caf-Pow, "I mean, after-"
"Abs!" Tony said, cutting her off, a little too quickly.
"Good morning, Abby." Ziva said, and she watched as the Caf-Pow slid out of her hands and hit the counter, the top coming off as the red liquid fell onto the floor. She slowly turned and saw the Israeli before she screamed at the top of her lungs, causing both Tony and Ziva to put their hands over their ears. She ran towards her and hugged her so tightly that she almost fell down on her feet.
"Ziva! I knew you would come back! I just knew it! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!" She picked her up and spun her around, giggling like crazy before setting her back down onto the ground, "Ziva! I can't believe you're actually here, you're actually real! I have so much to tell you."
She nodded, "It is good to be back, Abby." She smiled, glancing back at Tony, who just smiled back at her. Abby's eyes locked with Tony's, and their smiles faltered. They suddenly felt extremely awkward, and they knew that they were both thinking the same thing.
When she finds out, her heart's going to break.