Ziva sat in the very back of the observation room, her arms crossed as she stared through the glass at the woman that called her a murderer…a bitch. She wanted to kill her…oh every part of her being was burning for her blood to be spread all over the ground in the interrogation room, but she knew that she couldn't. Another deep sigh echoed through the interrogation room, through the speakers and into the observation room. Ziva gritted her teeth together. That must have been the fifth time she had heard that woman sigh about how annoyed she was to be there. She rasped her fingers on the top of the table.

"That woman is the most impatient human being I have ever met in my life." She spat, disgusted, to Tony, who stood in front of her, to the right. If he was any closer to the glass, he'd be a part of the glass.

She hadn't spoken to Gibbs, or even looked at him, since he found out the truth….that she had had drunken sex with Tony.

He turned around and leaned up against the glass. Even through the dark, she could still distinguish every feature of his body…every muscle…every hair. She sighed and turned away from him. She loved him. She couldn't disguise her feeling for him anymore. Last night had proved it to her; she loved him. She loved every fiber of his being, and she couldn't have him.

Rule number 12. Never date a co-worker. One of the first rules that Gibbs had told her about…privately….in the elevator…after he shooed Tony away.

"You know, Zee-vah, you're going to have to talk to me once in a while. You can't ignore me forever."

She glanced up at him and then sighed, again, before standing up and walking towards him, leaning up against the glass next to him, "Do you really think I killed him?"

"I would never believe that you would kill someone you weren't ordered to kill. Where you ordered to kill him?"

"No…but Tony…"

"Then no, I don't believe that you killed him."

"Thank you, Tony." She said, and he carefully wrapped one arm around her, pulling her against his shoulder.

"That's what friends are for, right?"

"No." She shook her head, causing Tony's heart threaten to break a little, "That's what best friends are for." She smiled, and his heart swelled back up. They heard the door open in the interrogation room, and Gibbs came in to sit down in his normal chair.

"Special Agent Gibbs. NCIS. You say that you saw the marine get killed?"

"My boyfriend? Yes."

"What happened that day? From the time that you got up to the time that you called us."

Ziva moved away from Tony and turned to face Gibbs and Sarah. Tony copied her movement.

"Woke up at around eight, took a shower, ate breakfast…"

"What did you eat?"

She look appalled by Gibbs question, but he continued to stare at her with no expression on his face as he waited for her answer, "Plain bagel with cream cheese and a glass of orange juice. I was running late."

"For what?"

"For work, of course!"

"Where do you work?"

She scoffed, "Georgia's…that clothing boutique down the street."

"I'm never buying from there again." Ziva spat, rolling her eyes.

Tony let out a small laugh, and Ziva glared at him as Gibbs continued, "Go on."

"Got off for a lunch break at one…went with my friend to pick up some McDonald's…"

"Friend have a name?" Gibbs asked.

"Of course she does."

"Will you give it to me?"

She scoffed again, a low growling sound emerging from her throat, "Trisha Reed. Happy?"

Gibbs just smiled, "What else happened?"

"Came back to work about an hour later…finished up at five. Came home to my apartment. Mark was there like always. We live together. He was watching the news. I made dinner…spaghetti with meatballs, water, bread, and some green beans…we ate that, drowned a couple of bottles of champagne…"

"Looks like you weren't the only one who was drunk last night, Ziva." Tony said, and she nodded her head.

"Mark wanted to go downstairs to get some fresh air and opened up the door, tumbled out. I followed him and saw that bitch stab him."

Ziva looked down at her shoes, "I didn't do it, Tony. I swear to you, I didn't do it. And if I did, I didn't mean to. Oh, Tony!" She muttered, breaking down as she fell into his arms, abruptly startling him. He hadn't been expecting that, "Tell me I didn't do it. Tell me that she's lying. Tell me!"

"I want to say that I know that she's lying. Come on, Ziva, you're the one that can tell whether or not people are lying or not. You tell me...is she lying?"

She stared at Sarah, "Either she's telling the truth, or she's a very good actress." She noted, "Run a background test on her. She looks like an actress. Maybe she was. You tell me that she's lying, Tony."

"Ziva, I told you, I can't!"

"Tell me!"

"I can't confirm it…she may be lying…I can't confirm…I'm sorry, Ziva." He bent his head down in defeat, and she moved closer to him.

Just the way that he was standing there, his body language suggested her to move closer to him, she couldn't stop herself, "No...I should be the one that's sorry..." She murmured, moving closer to him.

"Huh? What are you ta-" He started, but was cut off by her lips crashing against his. His first instinct was to push her away, but then he realized it just felt so good. He wrapped his arms around her, his palms pressing into the small off her back and she wrapped her arms around his neck, tangling her hands up into his hair. She moaned in happiness as she felt his hands on either side of her face, hungrily kissing her as they started backing up. They heard a click, but thought nothing of it.

"Tony…" Ziva murmured between kisses, before letting her tongue do all the action. The passion that was flowing through her almost made her feel like she was going to explode.

Unbeknownst to them, the click that they had heard was the intercom button…the sounds of them kissing filled the interrogation room, causing Gibbs's hair to almost stand on air, and his head to turn a bright as a tomato.

"DiNozzo! Ziva! What the hell are you doing?" Gibbs yelled, his arms crossed as he yelled at the 'mirror'. Sarah looked completely confused as Tony and Ziva broke apart from each other and stared through the glass at an obviously annoyed Gibbs. Tony pressed the button.

"Uh…Ziva was just showing me some of her ninja Mossad moves." Ziva kicked him in the shin. He gasped in pain, "I mean, she was drinking your coffee!" And he let go of the button as Gibbs turned back around to Sarah. Ziva growled at Tony.

"You idiot." She muttered.

"Thanks, sweet cheeks."

"Anytime, my little hairy butt."

"Hey, I shaved!"

She smiled, thinking back to last night, "That you did, Tony…that you did….my little naked butt."

"You're sure it was Ziva?"

"The bitch? With the curly brown hair?" Sarah asked, and Gibbs nodded his head, "Yeah, I'm sure."

Gibbs sighed, "Anyone else witness the murder?"

"Not any that I can think of. But the old lady that lives next to me is pretty nosy."

"Thank you for your time…you're free to go."

"Thanks." She said, "For wasting my time…" And with that, she left the interrogation room. Gibbs sat still, completely silent for a minute or two, and then stood up, turning around.

"As much as it hurts me to say this, say your last goodbye to DiNozzo, Ziva. I'm afraid I'm going to have to arrest you. For the murder of marine Mark Smitts. I'm sorry."

Ziva's face turned completely white as she stared at Gibbs, who sadly turned around and walked out of interrogation. Ziva turned to Tony.

"I know you didn't do it. I will clear your name….I promise you."

"Please let this be one promise that you will actually keep, Tony." She said as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him. She fought back the urge to completely breakdown and cry. But, she let a lone tear drip out of her tightly shut eye. Then, they started flowing; a mute rain running down her face as she held onto to maybe the last time that she would ever see Tony again.

"I promise." He whispered into her hair.