That night, Ziva dreamed about the night the marine died. Except, in her dream, the one that felt so close to reality, closer to the other memories she had, she didn't see herself stab the marine. Instead, she saw the knife, held at the ready in her hand, ready to stab the man that stumbled out of the building, his face full of terror, like he was running for his life, "Help!" She heard him scream, and then she felt the world slip for a little, the knife falling out of her hand before being quickly returned, but this time, it was instead covered with blood, and the man was gone.

She bolted up in bed, breathing heavily, trying to digest the new material. It felt more real then the other memories that she had managed to scrape her brain for. Had her brain molded the memory so that it was more like the one that she thought had happened? What she didn't want to happen? What she honestly believed happened? Had she really not killed the man with the knife? Suddenly, a voice brought her out of her thoughts, "Thank god you're finally awake." John moaned, "You've been talking in your sleep for about an hour. Okay, more like screamin', but same difference."

"What time is it?"

"I dunno." He shrugged his shoulders, "It's almost light outside though." He said, pointing to the small window that her head could barely even fit through on the other side of the cell.

"I need Tony."

"Why?"

"I just do!" She snapped at him, "I remembered the night!"

"What night?" He smiled, "The night you two…did it?"

"No!" She snapped, "Yes, but that night was important. I was drunk. I remembered what happened; I didn't actually stab the marine!"

"Oh! You need to get outta here then!"

"Yes, I know that." She suddenly stopped and turned and smiled wickedly at him.

"What?" He asked.

"How much do you like music?"

"Elevator! Now!" DiNozzo snapped at Gibbs as he strode into the bullpen, utterly annoyed at the situation at hand.

Gibbs didn't say anything; didn't even look at him strange, and just followed him towards the elevator. They stepped in and Tony slammed his hand on the button, the doors closing. The elevator barely moved before Tony flicked on the emergency stop switch.

"Yeah, DiNozzo, what do you want?" Gibbs asked, shrugging as if it was no big deal.

"Ziva. David. Out of prison. That's what I want."

"I don't have proof." Gibbs said, quietly, and DiNozzo went off in flames, backing him up against the opposite wall of the elevator.

"No. You don't. I do." He pulled out the evidence bag containing the knife, "This knife is the only evidence we have. I took the time, without Abby, or her permission, this morning and ran finger print tests on it. I found Ziva's and a Miss Amy Sloanes' on it. Ziva was going to kill him. She's an assassin. The first thing she pulls is her knife. Amy shot Matt in the ankle, he stumbled out of the apartment, Ziva was going to stab him, Amy grabbed the knife and shoved it into his heart before replacing it back into Ziva's hand. She knew she was drunk. She had to. Even a blind person could tell that Ziva was drunk. She had nine martinis. Ziva didn't stab him. She was framed. You were right." Tony took deep breathes; he felt as if he had just ran a marathon, he was talking so fast with no breathes.

"Good work, DiNozzo." He said, and then flicked the emergency switch back off and then strode out of the elevator, leaving a very bewildered Tony behind. But Tony realized that he was too tired to think about anything, even Ziva's beautiful face. He needed her out of prison, more then he ever wanted, and the doors closed in front of him, heading down. Maybe if I just rest my eyes for a little bit, just a little… DiNozzo thought before promptly passing out in the elevator from exhaustion.

"Can I help you, Agent Gibbs?" Jenny asked as Gibbs stormed into her office, slamming the door behind him.

"Yeah, I need your help. Sign this form." he said, shoving her a sheet of paper.

"A prison release form?" She asked, taking it and skimming over it, quickly.

"Ziva. I want you to go and pick her up. Now." And with that, Gibbs marched out the door before Jenny had a chance to let the anger that was boiling over to spill out. He never ever treated her like a director; he treated her like his partner. His equal, if not his weaker side.

She signed the form and sighed, she missed Ziva anyways, and she needed to tell her about DiNozzo's newly-found obsession with her. Mumbling incoherent comments about Gibbs, she walked around her desk and pulled out her Sig, her NCIS badge, and her car keys before leaving her office, "Cynthia?" She asked.

"Yes, Director Shepard?"

"I'm going to go by county prison for a little to pick up Officer David. Make sure that no one goes into my office. Especially Gibbs." She said, and Cynthia nodded her head.

"Of course, Jenny."

"Thanks. I'll see you in about thirty minutes. I hope." She smiled and then started down the stairs, giving a glare at Gibbs, who was leaning over McGee's desk, which he didn't see, and then started towards the elevator. She pressed the button, and it opened up to reveal the lift to her eyes. She smiled as her eyes met a passed out Anthony DiNozzo, who was deeply snoring, he was so tired. She got in, quickly, and closed the elevator before Gibbs could see Tony, and then bent down, "Tony. Tony. Wake up. Wake up." She patted his cheek a little, and he groaned.

"Not now, Z, just a few more minutes…" Jenny could only guess that 'Z' was short for 'Ziva'. She smiled again.

"Ziva's back from prison." She whispered in his ear, and he promptly stood up as fast as he could, wiping around, trying to find out where she was. When his eyes caught Jenny's though, he groaned.

"Oh no, please! Not again!"

"Tony, I have something that will make you very happy." She smiled.

"What is it? Ziva?"

"No, Ziva's release forms." She grinned.