The car ride was completely silent, only the sound of the cars bustling by, at five in the morning, kept the ride a little less awkward.

Ziva stirred in her seat, trying not to look so uncomfortable. She had just been sitting between the man that was driving her to work's legs. As well as kill a man. A completely innocent man that had no right to die. She tried to calm her thoughts by listening to the sound of the puddles on the ground, from the rain the night before as the cars drove through it. Finally, she got up enough nerve to ask him, "Did I really…sleep with you?"

"You begged me, Ziva." He whispered. It was obvious that he was just as uncomfortable talking about this as she was, "I…I didn't realize you were drunk. I thought you actually wanted to sleep with me."

Ziva gulped. Was she really that obvious showing her true feelings for this man? Had she really shown all of them, all of her flying colors? "What happened?" She asked, "What did I say?"

"You kept saying that you loved me, Ziva."

"Ziva…you sure?"

"I love you, Tony. Take me, now," She commanded, shoving him onto the bed, crashing her lips down against his as she reached for his buttons, hastily tearing them off, revealing his bare chest to her. She moaned in happiness and roamed her hands over his body as he started taking off her clothes…

"Ziva? Ziva you okay?"

She snapped out of her trance and then twisted her head to face Tony, "Fine." She said, and then crossed her arms and slumped in the seat of the car. They turned into the NCIS parking garage, Tony showing the guard his pass as they parked the car and got out, heading quickly towards the elevator.

McGee was already in the elevator when it opened, and Tony flashed him a smile, "Hey, Probie."

"Hey, Tony. Ziva." He nodded at the two of them. Tony stepped into the elevator, but Ziva seemed too lost in thought to register her surroundings. The elevator doors were starting to close, but Tony quickly stuck his hand through and grabbed her hand, pulling her through the doors that were almost closed. She stumbled into him and decided not to let go. It was almost as if she was depressed drunk, right now. Tony didn't know what to do but wrap his arms back around her. McGee stared strangely at the two as the elevator stopped, opening up to the squad room. Gibbs was already standing there, loading his gun and grabbing his NCIS badge off of his desk. He stared at McGee as he came walking out of the elevator, hurrying over to his desk to drop off his briefcase.

"Where's Tony and Ziva?" Gibbs demanded McGee.

"Elevator, boss." McGee said, not missing a step as he opened up a drawer and pulled out a notebook.

Gibbs started towards the elevator, but then stopped when he saw Tony walking out, a broken Ziva being towed along by the hand.

"What the hell happened to you, Ziva?" Gibbs demanded as Tony let go of her, pausing for a moment to make sure that she didn't fall as he ran over to his desk and grabbed his gun and his badge, carefully eyeing Ziva to see what she said.

"I do not know, Gibbs." She sadly sniffed, and then looked up at Tony, who just stared at her. She quickly wiped a tear away that was threatening to fall and tried to re-gain her composure, "Tony, I need you."

He was confused, and so was Gibbs, who glared angrily at him. McGee, too, looked up from his desk and walked towards the three.

"Tony," She pleaded, and Gibbs nodded his head, raising an eyebrow as he turned to DiNozzo.

"DiNozzo." Gibbs said, no tone in his voice.

"Yeah, boss?"

"Take Ziva and gas the truck. McGee and I will meet you at the crime scene. Corner of fourth and fifth…DiNozzo." Gibbs stared at him for longer then he felt comfortable, and then grabbed Ziva's hand, pulling her to the elevator, still wondering what she was upset about. He believed that it was because she had slept with him, that she had let down her cover and let him take her. But he didn't want to believe it…but he had to believe it. And, as he finished gassing Gibbs car, Tony DiNozzo's heart threatened to break. Ziva had always been a part of him, somewhere, somehow, in his twisted movie-obsessed world of his; she had always been there.

Not even Kate or even Jeanne was in there, and he had actually had a relationship with Jeanne. Tony parked the car on the corner of fourth and fifth, just like Gibbs had told him, and got out of the car. Ziva didn't get out, but Tony decided not to push her anymore then she had to tonight.

Gibbs was already there, watching as McGee, Ducky, and Palmer carefully pulled a body out of the bushes in front of an apartment building. There were a couple of people who were sneaking a peak through their windows to see what was going on below.

Gibbs turned around as soon as Tony got near him, pulling his hat on, "DiNozzo. Good. You're here. Take pictures." he said, and then shoved the camera at him, "Get Ziva to interview any witnesses." He turned back around to study the three men, who had now managed to pull the body almost all the way out of the bushes, and then turned about around, "Where's Ziva, DiNozzo?"

"Uh…in the car, boss."

"Tony?" Ziva asked, and he whirled around to face her. He smiled, but then let it fall as he saw her frightened face. She was pale; almost deathly pale, her eyes huge, her pupils dilated. She was physically shaking.

"What's wrong?" He asked, running over to her, but then her eyes met the body as Ducky managed to completely pull it out of the bushes. But Ziva didn't respond; she kept her eyes on the man that was lying dead on the ground.

"I know him," She whispered.

"You know him? How? Who is he?"

She knew him, because she killed him.