Tony could feel his blood boiling. He had never liked him, even though he had just seen him in pictures…he was all over Ziva, every body part, everything. He had never seen her smile so wide. He could feel jealousy crawl up his back as that he could never make her feel that way. How come nothing he ever said made her smile that way? She laughed…no…it wasn't a laugh, it was definitely a giggle. A giggle? Since when did Ziva David giggle. He wanted to crush him, just take his little head and squeeze it until it popped because obviously there wasn't anything in it. He watched Michael take a quick glance at Ziva's chest when he thought she wasn't looking, and Tony curled his fists together, his eyes narrowing in slits. He was no mind reader, but he definitely did not like what Michael was thinking about doing with Ziva.

See, DiNozzo? You didn't make your move over the past three? Four? Years that they had been partners, and now they're all over each other. She's over you. She will never love you!

He stood up abruptly, the chair slamming back against the wall as he shoved in into his desk. The desk made metallic sounds as the chair collided with it, and Ziva, Michael, and McGee all looked up at him.

"Gonna go and get some candy." He muttered as he stormed out of the bullpen, sending Ziva one look of pure hatred before continuing his march. How could she not tell him about Michael? It just wasn't fair. Was he not a good enough friend for her to trust him? Half of him wanted her to follow him, whilst the other half wanted her to stay back.

Not even bothering to use his new found trick on the candy machine, for he didn't want Vance to come down and bust him, his favorite person, he shoved the dollar into the candy machine and pressed F3 as the candy bar slowly came out. He grabbed it and sat down in one of the chairs, nibbling at the chocolaty goodness.

He was suddenly aware of the wonderful scent that entered the room, and he recognized it immediately. Ziva.

She silently walked over to the candy machine behind him, not saying anything as he heard the sounds of the machine work. She sat down in front of him before opening up the candy and taking a bite.

"Something is wrong." She noted, after moments of sitting in silence.

"Good job Sherlock." He rolled his eyes.

"Are you going to tell me, or am I going to be left in the dark…again?"

"Oh, like you left me in the dark?"

"Tony, I do not know what you are talking about." He shot up his evil glare at her, "Really, I do not. And I can not fix whatever it is that I did wrong until you tell me what exactly I did that is troubling you." He didn't say anything he just 'gave her the cold shoulder' and turned away from her. She tentatively reached over and placed a hand on his shoulder. He shied away from her touch, "Tony. I thought we were friends."

He stood up abruptly and shoved the chair in. She backed up, "Exactly, Ziva." He spat, "We were friends." And with that, he left the room, leaving Ziva to dwell in her thoughts. What the hell did she do?

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"So…you must be Ziva's partner."

"With Mossad, yes."

"Ah." McGee said, and the two sat in silence. He glanced at his watch again, "Sure is taking them a long time."

"Yes, well Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo needs to get over himself."

McGee cocked his head to the side, "Excuse me? I mean, I know he's a pain in the ass, but what'd he do to you?"

"Slept with my girlfriend."

His eyes went wide, "Ziva?" Michael nodded and McGee slowly turned away.

When? Was all he could think of.

"I'm…gonna go see our forensic scientist for a little…" He said before dashing towards the elevator. Maybe Abby knew when it was Ziva and Tony finally hooked up.

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When Tony DiNozzo re-entered the bullpen, he noticed that Michael Rivkin was sitting in his seat in his desk.

"Hey, you mind?" Tony asked, "Get your ass out of my seat."

"Just waiting for Ziva to come back."

"Well she's in the break room. Mind moving? Go visit her yourself."

"Jealous, Anthony?" Tony didn't say anything as he noticed Eli David start coming down the stairs, Director Vance and Gibbs in tow. Great, He thought, Just the three people I want to see at the moment.

"Tony!" Ziva's Israeli voice sprung out into the air. He turned quickly on his heel, and she grabbed his arm in a vice-like grip. She obviously hadn't seen her father, "We are going to have a talk, and we are going to have it now."

"Ziva…" Tony hissed.

"Now!" She said as she pulled him towards the elevator, practically throwing him in as she pressed the button for the garage and then flicked the emergency stop.

"What do you want?"

"Tell me what I did that made you so upset, Tony." She demanded, shoving him into a corner, where he couldn't move.

"Why do you care?" He scoffed.

"You are my partner." She reassured him, and he let a sarcastic smile cross his face.

"That's your answer to everything! You are my partner...you are my partner...Why can't you just say it?"

"Say what?" She asked, confused, "I do not understand."

"Ah, Zi, it's not that hard. Just say it."

"I am lost…what do you want me to say? You have not answered my question, though. What did I do to make you upset?"

"Am I that horrible of a friend, Ziva?"

"No! You are my best friend!"

"No I'm not. See, if I was your best friend, you would have told me about Mr. Mossad out there." He said, shoving his finger at the closed doors.

"Tony, you do not understand…" She said, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Oh, no, Ziva, I understand completely! You either didn't trust me to know, you either don't care what I think, or don't care that I may have feelings for you!" He shouted, but then stopped as he realized what he had just said.

"Tony…what did you say?" She asked, looking up at him. He flicked the emergency switch off.

"Nothing. It wasn't important."

"Tony…"

"Don't! Save it, Ziva, I'm done! Nothing matters anymore, don't you get it? This…whatever it is between us…it's not inevitable…you just avoided it." And the elevator doors opened as he stormed out of the elevator and into the squadroom. Ziva continued to stand there as she leaned her back up against the elevator wall and slid down, plopping onto the floor.

"I'm tired of pretending…" She whispered as the doors closed, and she was on another elevator ride, just like their relationship….up…down…up….down….up….and down.

Rock bottom.