Thanks for all of the great reviews! I promise you that this one is going to be longer. PROMISE! So enjoy! Oh, and sorry if Ziva may be a little OOC. She just doesn't know what's going on in her life right now. So yeah, enjoy and review.

Tony stuttered, "Ziva…you sure you don't want to discuss this…over me?" He asked, giving her his famous 'DiNozzo' smirk.

Frustrated, she groaned and reached under her pillow, searching for her gun. All she felt was Tony's mattress under her. She gasped, turned around and threw the pillow onto the ground, staring at the blank, white sheet underneath. No gun. Ziva was starting to get worried. She jumped out of bed, ignoring the fact that she was completely naked, in front of Tony, and picked up her pants off of the ground. She searched the pockets. No gun. I had forgotten a gun? Ziva David…She scolded herself as she searched in her last, side pocket of her cargo pants. She felt something hard, but too thin to be a gun. She ripped off the top of the pocket, almost tearing it from the pants themselves, and pulled out a knife. She had one weapon. But there was something different about it. When Ziva stared at it, she saw it starting to shake, and she realized that it was covered with a thick amount of a red substance.

Blood.

"No, right here is fine."

"That'll be seventy two dollars and fifty eight cents, ma'am." Ziva fumbled with her wallet and pulled out a card, shoving it at him. He stared at her strangely, "Ma'am, that's a library card." She groaned and then threw her wallet at him.

"Fine. Take your damn credit card." She said, and then got out of the taxi, stumbling over air. She slammed the door, obviously very drunk, and then started walking down the street.

"Ma'am! You forgot your wallet! Ma'am! Ma'am!" The cab driver called after her, but she didn't turn around to even glance at her. The air was cold outside, but it didn't phase her at all. All she could think about was Tony, how she needed Tony. Her thoughts consisted of Tony, and only Tony. Suddenly, she heard a shot in a building next to her. She kicked into her 'ninja Mossad officer' mode, and reached for her gun, drawing it as she stumbled up the steps. She could feel her heartbeat in her ears, she could feel the world slowly slipping away from her. It felt as if someone was turning off a light; darkness was coming in from every direction. She heard a commotion behind the door, and then, before she could even look at it, it opened, a man stumbling out in front of her, obviously in pain. She knew that he was the killer, she just knew. She was drunk, she didn't care. She stabbed her knife into the center of his heart before he could even take a chance to breathe in her direction. She pulled the knife out, stumbling drunkenly away from the body as he tumbled over the railing of the apartment building, back behind the bushes, the leaves rustling as he did so.

"Ziva?" A voice that belonged to Tony DiNozzo shook her back into reality. She turned and stared at him, her hands shaking as she realized what she had done. She had just killed a man. Sure, she had killed other people before…other men before, but never innocent men. He may have not done anything, he may not have fired the gunshots that she had heard, "You okay?" He asked, standing up and walking towards her. He, too, was naked, but very concerned for his partner. He put two hands on her shoulders and then shook her, "What's wrong?"

"Tony I…I…" She held up the knife that was shaking in her hand to Tony. He carefully took the knife from her with shock, examining it.

"Ziva what the hell did you…?"

"I don't know!" She screamed, frustrated as he watched her collapse to the ground. He had never seen her like this…never seen her so frustrated with herself…with her life…with him. She was just so vulnerable. He watched her bite back sobs as a tear trickled down her cheek.

His phone started ringing, bringing him out of his thoughts. He walked over and grabbed his cell phone, checking the caller ID.

Gibbs.

He sighed, looked at Ziva, took a deep breath, and answered the phone, "Yeah, DiNozzo."

"Dead marine. Tried to call Ziva, but she wasn't picking up her damn cell. Go get her and come back to HQ."

"But boss…"

"NOW DiNozzo!" He said, and then promptly hung up. He sighed, cursed, and then threw his cell phone down onto the bed, staring again at the broken, naked girl on his floor. He walked around to the other side of the bed and bent down in front of her, trying to stare into her deep brown eyes. He carefully placed one finger under her chin and pulled her head up to face his.

"Ziva, that was Gibbs. We gotta get to NCIS. Come on, let's get you dressed." She nodded her head and then let him help her up off the floor.