Ziva took the stairs two at a time for the second time that morning. She threw her go bag into the trunk, slammed the door and got into the drivers seat. She allowed tears to flow freely as she rested her head on the steering wheel. She didn't want to leave, not really. But her heart had been broken far too many times, she'd said 'I love you' far too many times and not meant it, she'd had it said back insincerely far too many times, she couldn't do that again. She cried for longer than she should have, before regaining enough composure to drive home.

The moment she pulled up, her phone rang.

"David."

"We've got a dead petty officer. Meet us at Bethesda, phone DiNozzo." Gibbs hung up before she could even reply. Glaring as if he could see her through the phone, she pressed two on her speed dial.

Tony jumped as his cell buzzed on the now right way up coffee table. Seeing Ziva's name on his caller ID his heart rate raised significantly.

"Zi. Listen I'm sorry, just come back and we'll talk about this."

"Dead petty officer at Bethesda." Tony's heart sank all over again. "Gibbs said to meet him there." Ziva hung up before her voice broke. Not only was she sure she'd just broken his heart for the second time in an hour; she also knew that seeing him again would break hers.

Less than half an hour later, the whole MCRT were present and correct and working hard investigating the scene of Petty Officer Jones' apparent suicide. According to the head nurse the Petty Officer was paralytic but she had somehow managed to inject herself with a massive heroine overdose. Tony and Ziva were avoiding each other like the plague while McGee worked awkwardly between them and Gibbs was either being very un-Gibbs like or purposefully ignoring the tension in the air.

By three o'clock Sunday morning, culprits had been caught, families had closure and federal agents were finally allowed to go home.

"See you Monday guys." McGee called as he left the bullpen, for once, the first to leave after Gibbs.

"See you Tim." Ziva smiled drowsily, gathering her things.

"See ya McGeek." Tony chimed, holstering his sig. He wearily threw his jacket on and shouldered his backpack. He only then realised Ziva hadn't moved in at least thirty seconds.

"Earth to Ziva." He paused. "Miss David earth is calling." Yet again no response. "Zi!" He practically shouted, shocking her back into reality. "You alright?"

"Mhm." She mumbled.

"Sure?" His voice laced with concern. She looked at him, her eyes weren't focusing properly. "Oh God Zi you really need to sleep." Before Tony even had a chance to react, Ziva's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she hit the floor with a sickening thud...