-1Half an hour later Tony and Ziva were on their way back upstairs from Abby's lab and as they waited for the lift there was a strained silence between them.

"So, Lena didn't say . . . Anything to you then?" Tony asked hesitantly

"Well, she did not say nothing, we spoke."

"About me?"

"Well yes, we do not have much else in common."

"Right . . .Are you mad at me cause I didn't call her? You seem mad? I'm not proud of it I just,"

"I am not angry with you Tony, why would I be angry with you?" Ziva interrupted him,

"Well you know, remember when you gave me that big old speech about how you thought I was growing up or whatever, I guess having random one night stands would count as a lapse. I guess I just didn't think that I would be the best person around when she was going through her divorce and stuff since, well you're right I guess I am a little immature." Ziva waited until he was finished and then turned to face him.

"I do think I ever called you immature." she fixed an earnest gaze on him, and he smiled weakly,

"Well, ok then." he paused, "She seemed pretty mad though, I guess I just underestimate the effect I have on the ladies!" He joked half heartedly as the doors to the lift slid open,

"No Tony, I think that you sometimes underestimate yourself," Ziva said as they stepped inside. They stood in silence waiting for the lift to start until Ziva began talking again, "Although I do not think that the fact you did not call was what angered her the most." Tony froze, panic seizing hold of him as Ziva stared calmly ahead. The lift gently stated up as Tony stuttered,

"What, what do you mean?"

"What do you think?" Ziva challenged him, daring him to admit what Lena had claimed he had done.

"I dunno, I dunno what Lena said but she's pretty unstable y'know all the stress of divorcing her husband." Ziva spun round and flicked the emergency stop switch, squaring up to Tony's chest,

"Oh, she is making it up is she?" Tony shifted his eyes from side to side,

"Yes,"

"What?"

"What do you mean what?"

"I am asking what she is making up? You do not know what she said to me, for all you know it could be that you left the toilet seat up or, or, or broke a cup. Why are you worried about what she said if you not know what it was that upset her the most." Tony remained silent, unsure of what to say to get out of this situation. Ziva stepped closer, backing him up against the wall, she looked him straight in the eyes and whispered,

"You know what se said to me."

"No I don't." he argued weakly,

"You know she told me what you did,"

"I didn't" she stepped back suddenly, tilting her head slightly,

"What did you not do?" she asked innocently.

"Whatever she said I did, I didn't," He knew by now she knew exactly what he had done, what he had shouted. She knew now that she was the one he imagined, pictured, thought of while he was with other women. To be fair it had been a long time since he had been with a woman, not since Lena infact since he couldn't face that kind of embarrassment again and he knew it would happen again. There was nothing he could do to stop it, he couldn't control his mind or his heart for that matter.

"I do not believe you." She leant towards him again, she was as close as she could possibly be without touching him, aware that they were both now in understanding over what the cryptic conversation entailed. She stretched her arms around him, gripping the rails behind him, moving her face until it was just a few inches away from his own, "You did do it, but it is ok, I understand." Her breath danced across his lips as she spoke as he tried to avoid looking at her.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He insisted, trying to salvage any shred of dignity he could but her closeness made it hard for him to construct even the flimsiest argument. She laughed huskily,

"Yes you do, I don't mind. All those months on that boat. All by yourself, with my pictures on the wall hmm?" Tony was caught off guard and looked down at her,

"What?"

"Oh come on Tony, of all the hundreds of photographs you have taken of me, you chose to pack those." she raised her eyebrows as he attempted to step back from her, "I am sure that they were quite good . . . Company yes?" Tony squirmed visibly,

"Ziva I . . ." he started but his voice faded off,

"If you did enjoy my pictures like that then perhaps, when you were with Lena, it was just force of habit that made you scream for me." Tony took a sharp intake of breathe when she finally verbalised what they both were thinking.

"Ziva, I didn't do anything with your photos, and I didn't say your name when I was with Lena." He said firmly and Ziva smirked, although her eyes were dulled by disappointment. She leant in towards his ear and whispered,

"I still do not believe you." before impulsively kissing him just bellow his ear lobe, where his jaw line started, he closed his eyes as he felt her moist lips on his skin but just as suddenly as she had lunged on him she was gone, back standing serenely as though the whole scene hadn't just taken place. The lift was just reaching their floor, she must have flicked the switch while he was mesmerised by her on him. They bumped gently to a stop, the doors slid open and Ziva stepped out. Tony followed he in a daze, lifting his hand to the spot which she had just kissed.