Author's Note-Hey sorry about leaving you hanging on the last chapter but I had to create some drama. Hope you enjoy this chapter. As always if you have any concerns, comments or queries feel free to message me and I'll be happy to discuss them with you.

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"Ziva!" Tony shouted, practically vaulting his desk. He sat beside his unconscious partner and took her head into his lap. "Ziva? Wake up sweetheart." He begged in a hushed tone, stroking her hair as he spoke. He grabbed her phone; his was still on his desk, held number four on her speed dial and waited patiently.

"Hello?" Answered the sleepy Goth.

"Abby." Tony babbled. "What do I do with someone that's fainted."

"How can you not know? Hang on scratch that, who's fainted."

"Ziva." Abby gasped.

"Okay I understand now. Is she breathing?" Abby paused while he checked.

"Umm, yeah."

"Okay, make sure she's on her back then raise her legs above her heart. Where are you?"

"At work."

"You want me to come?"

"Nah, we'll be alright. When do I need to start worrying?"

"Is she's not awake in about a minute, call Gibbs and then 911. Keep me updated."

"I will Abs, thanks." He hung up the phone, gently put her head back onto the floor, moved to the bottom of her body and bent her legs onto his lap. "It'll be okay ninja." He soothed stroking her calves. "You know, Gibbs'll be pissed if we wake him for something as trivial as unconsciousness. Gunshot or worse I reckon." Ziva's eyes fluttered but remained closed. "And you came into work after having a bullet scrap your head so I guess this is serious. Ex-Mossad bad-asses don't faint without good reason." Tony's hand rested on her bent knee. "I don't know how you do it Zi, but even when you're unconscious and in peril, you still manage to look beautiful. I know it's a kid's film and all but if this were 'Sleeping Beauty', I'd have to kiss you to wake you up." Again her eyes fluttered but still stayed shut. "If you don't wake up soon David I may try it." He teased.

Twenty seconds away from her one minuet time limit, Ziva's eyes finally fluttered open.

"Tony?" She faltered.

"I'm here Zi." Tony answered excitedly.

"Where am I? What happened?" She tried to sit up, clutched her now spinning head and led back down.

"You're still in the bullpen. You fainted Zi." Tony slowly put her legs back on the floor and crouched beside her head. "How you feeling?"

"Dizzy." Ziva admitted. "Can you help me up?" Tony nodded and took her hands, slowly helping her first to a sitting position and then, with an arm around her back, fully upright. "You okay?"

"Yes, thank you Tony." He took the bottle of slightly warm water out of his backpack and offered it to her as she gently leant against her desk.

"Toda." She whispered taking a sip. Tony mimicked her actions and sat against his own desk.

"Is everything okay Ziva?"

"Why do you ask?" She asked motioning at him with the bottle. When he waved her off, she drained the remaining liquid.

"You leave me standing in my kitchen to cry in your car." Ziva looked at him surprised. "I could see you from my window, and then you collapse at work. And you're seriously asking me why I'm asking if you're okay?"

"You know as well as I do that I did not sleep well last night, so my fainting is probably something to do with the fact that I am still at work at three o'clock in the morning." Tony nodded slowly in agreement. "As for my leaving this morning." She paused. "For that I apologise. But we cannot do this Tony."

"Do what Zi? Stop pretending and actually give into the feelings we've had for years but have put aside for a stupid rule?" Tony vented furiously.

"Tony." She soothed. "You and I would not be good together."

"Who you trying to convince Zi, me or you." He asked, walking around her desk to retrieve her coat and backpack.

"What are you doing Tony?"

"I'm taking you home." Tony slung her backpack on his free shoulder and lovingly wrapped her jacket around her shoulders. "Oh and I need to phone Abby."

"Why?"

"I had to phone someone for advice when you fainted. I thought her advice would be more useful then 'throw water on her'" They both laughed as Tony imitated their boss. "Come on." He said, putting his arm around her shoulders and steering her to the elevator. "Let's get you home."