"ZIVA!" Abby squealed as she ran out of her lab, throwing her arms around Ziva. Ziva gasped, feeling as if all the air she had in her had just been squeezed out.

"Nice to see you too, Abby." Ziva said, carefully patting her on the back.

"Oh, thank god you're back! I was getting worried. I knew that you would never kill the marine, but I'm still having trouble locating her car, but I'm sure that-" Abby suddenly stopped, looking down at her outfit choice. McGee had let her stop and use the restroom to change on the way down to the lab, "Oh la la, Ziva. You couldn't wait until tonight to finally sleep with Tony?" She blushed.

"I did not sleep with Tony." Not Today, "I felt disgusting in my other clothes, so I borrowed some of Tony's. I am sure that he will not mind, Abby."

"Oh," was all that Abby had to say, "I don't believe you!" She said in a sing-song voice. Ziva huffed.

"You know what? I think that boss is going to want me back upstairs. So, I better go. See you two later."

"Bye, McGee!" Abby waved furiously at him as he walked towards the elevator.

"Shalom." Ziva smiled before Abby grabbed her arm and dragged her into her lab, shoving her down into a chair.

"Tell me about you and Tony."

"Tony is asleep. I am back from prison," Ziva said, wanting to avoid the question as much as possible. She knew that Jenny knew, she knew that Gibbs knew thanks to Tony's 'interrogation'. McGee knew, but she didn't want Abby to know. She liked Abby, she would admit that, but she didn'ttrust Abby to keep a secret.

"I know that. Well, I mean, I didn't know that, like, know, know, but I kinda knew that. See, he didn't sleep at all while you were gone. I mean at all. Not even a wink! And he used my forensic equipment without my permission! I'm just thankful that I taught him how to use it before he broke it."

"What was he using it for?" Ziva questioned, silently thanking her for mentioning the forensic equipment.

"Blood test. Marked positive for Mark Smitts."

"Knowing Tony…" Ziva started, but Abby cut her off, typing into the computer. A test popped up onto the screen, a little black box in the middle with green letters blinking, 'POSITIVE MATCH'. Her picture popped up.

"He also tested for fingerprints. He found two. Yours…" She typed furiously into the keyboard again, and the fingerprint models changed, revealing two different ones to her eyes, and a picture of a very angry looking brown haired woman popped up, "…and Amy Sloane's!" she jumped excitedly up and down.

"Ziva?" she turned her head and saw a very tired looking Tony DiNozzo bracing himself in the doorway to Abby's lab, almost like he was going to fall down any minute. He looked very sick, and she felt her heart speed up in fear.

"Tony." She breathed, flying out of the chair and running to his side, wrapping an arm around his waist in support as she walked with him into the lab, "Are you all right? That was not a very long nap."

"I just…don't feel good. Abs, you got any aspirin or something?"

"Yeah, sure, Tony." She said, disappearing into her office. Ziva sat Tony down in Abby's chair and checked his pupils. They were so dilated, his whole eye was almost black. His pulse was weak, and Ziva felt horrible. She had done this to him.

"I am sorry…"

"It's not your fault. I put it on myself." He smiled, looking at her outfit, "I like that shirt on you." She blushed. Abby walked back into the lab, trying desperately to smile.

"Here you go, Tony." Abby said, handing him the aspirin, but Ziva snatched them out of Abby's hand. Tony's hand was shaking, and she grasped it.

"Hey!" Tony demanded, "Gimme that aspirin!"

"No, Tony, you need food and water." She looked over and grabbed Abby's Caf-Pow!, handing it to Tony.

"Drink." She said, shoving the large cup at him. The liquid inside sloshed, and she lifted the straw to his lips. He took a big swig and then swallowed it.

"Blech!" Tony spat, "Ew!" He stuck his tongue out, "That's disgusting!"

Ziva smiled, but Abby looked upset. His partner turned to the forensic scientist, "Abby, could you please go and get something for Tony to eat?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure Ziva." She said, and then took off, out of her lab, her large, metal boots clanking and clinking into the elevator.

Ziva began stroking Tony's head. His hair was soft underneath her hand, "It will be okay, Tony. My little hairy butt," She smiled.

"Hey, you're a crazy Mossad assassin! And I shaved! Ziva, I'm fine. Just give me that aspirin and I can get going,"

"No, you starved yourself, dehydrated yourself, and-" Ziva started, but was cut off by Tony turning his head to the side and projecting the contents of his stomach out onto the floor. There wasn't much left, and then, all of a sudden, in horror, she realized that amidst the chunks, there were little droplets of blood. Tony started coughing, and then more blood came out of his mouth, "Oh my god, Tony. I have to call Gibbs." She stood up and grabbed the phone off of the table, dialing Gibbs number.

"Yeah, Abs. What do you have?"

"Gibbs, it's Ziva. Tony's down here in Abby's lab…he…he…"

"He what, Officer David?"

"He is throwing up blood." She managed to spit out.

"I'll be right down." He said, and then the phone line went dead.

"Hold on, Tony. Gibbs is coming."

"Oh great…" He mumbled.