Hey everyone! Thanks for all the comments! I love to hear your ideas! Anyway, this is where we left off:

… Before Ziva could respond, Tony moved his face closer to hers until their lips were joined, her dry lips being dampened by his. Tony's butterflies existed now only in his heart, transforming from a feeling of nerves to a feeling of passion.

"Hang on, Tony." Ziva pulled away from the kiss, unsure that she was doing the right thing. "Where did this come from?" last she knew he was in love with Jeanne and leading a very happy, non-Ziva lifestyle

"I'm sorry, Ziva" he began "something about these past few days. It's just; I didn't realise how much I took you for granted. And you nearly went away. I nearly lost you. And then I realised I never had you to begin with and--"

Ziva's lips cut him off mid sentence. Before he could respond he was pushing harder against her face, deepening the kiss.

Tony entered his apartment; he seemed to be walking on air, as though nothing could bring him down. He walked over to his answering machine, 'only 1 message today.' He thought as he flicked the play button:

"Hey Tony, it's Jeanne, umm you were supposed to be at my house tonight. What's going on? Is it about Ziva? You seem different. Anyway, call me back as soon as you get this. Your dinner is cold. Not to mention you're after dinner entertainment."

Tony grabbed the phone and dialled 2.

"Hello?" Jeanne said into the phone, she sounded upset

"I am so sorry, Jeanne." He said with upmost sincerity. "I have been really busy and I completely forgot."

"Yeah, Tony. I realised that." She said in an unforgiving tone.

Tony's heart began to beat faster. Could this be it? He was confused with himself. He didn't want to loose Jeanne. Not now. But at the same time he wanted Ziva.

"I don't know what else to say, Jeanne." He said, "I'm sorry"

"Yeah, I understand that. Just don't let it happen again." She still sounded unhappy, but little did he know his unhappiness had nothing to do with the situation of discussion. "I'm too tired to talk now, anyway. We'll have a talk about this soon though." She lied. She wasn't tired; she was too preoccupied to talk.

"Okay," Tony stared into the phone like a lost puppy "bye Jeanne"

"Bye Tony."

The phone went Silent. Jeanne placed it down onto the table and returned to her TV. She pressed the rewind button on her tape to watch a certain part again. Tony was wheeling Ziva back to her room. He was dripping with rain, a happy look upon his face, looking into her eyes as though that was where they belonged. Jeanne fast-forwarded a little bit and pressed the play button, this time on something more interesting. Tony leant in to Ziva and kissed her passionately. Jeanne paused on the two. She rewound again, a tear falling down her face.

As Tony placed down his phone he realised he had another message.

"Hey Tony, It's Ziva" Tony looked at the phone quizzically; he had been expecting to hear Jeanne coming out the other end.

"I'm being discharged in two days and I was wondering if you could pick me up? It's okay if you don't want to, I was only wondering. I would like you to take me to work. I don't feel fit enough to catch the bus. If you can't I can ask McGee or Jen or Abby, but if you can that would be great. Okay, good. I might see you then."

Tony smiled at the phone, his mind completely and utterly consumed by one person. The last time he felt this way was when he began to fall for Jeanne. He sat bolt upright. If he fell in love with Jeanne like this and then got over her, wouldn't there be a chance that he could do the same to Ziva? There was no way he wanted to hurt her like that or make anything awkward at work.

He lay back down and convinced himself that this was different. But what about Jeanne? Was he still in love with her? He decided that he would have to talk to her and decide for himself who he wanted to be with. Ziva or Jeanne.

When he thought back on that it could be over with Jeanne he seemed upset. But thinking about ending his feelings for Ziva seemed even more impossible.

Tony put his hands to his face. Was he falling for Ziva? Her smile, her lips, her personality; flirtatious, wild, sexy but also sensitive. His heart beat faster just thinking about her.

Then Jeanne; Hot, smart, happy. He still loved her but he wasn't sure if he was in love with her. However cliché that sounded.

He rolled over and shut his eyes. Perhaps it would all be better in the morning.

2 days and some suspicions later…

Ziva packed the last of her clothes into her suitcase. She walked over to her bathroom mirror and glanced at her reflection, the first time she had worn make-up in a week.

She glanced down at her watch. 10:15. Tony was going to arrive in half an hour.

She exited the bathroom and sat down on her bed to wait.

"Hello, Ziva." Came a somewhat familiar voice. She looked up and saw Jeanne leaning against the doorframe.

"Hi Jeanne, what are you doing her?" she asked, sounding just as hostile as she felt.

"Didn't Tony tell you? He had a meeting and was going to be late so he told me to pick you up." She lied.

"Okay." Ziva said in a very untrusting way. She knew Jeanne was lying but she was curious to find out why and for what.

As the two walked down the hall, Ziva held her hand over her gun, safely and subtly fitted on her belt.

They arrived in the hospital car park and both women stood next to a big van, parked at the furthest point, out of site from anyone else.

Before Ziva could open her mouth Jeanne pulled a gun out and pointed it directly at Ziva's head.

"Hand me your weapon." She ordered. "The one concealed at your belt. I'm not as stupid as you think I am, Professor David."

Ziva reached into her belt and handed Jeanne her gun, she should have known that something was up. Jeanne received the gun and dropped it through the open window of her van.

"Get in the back." She gestured and walked to the back of the vehicle, opening the doors. Ziva obliged knowingly.

Jeanne locked her in and started the van.

As she drove toward her tall, abandoned destination she re thought her plan. Glancing up at her from the empty passenger seat next to her lay the photo of Ziva and Tony, their lips locked in a still frame, as if they would remain that way forever.

Jeanne pushed harder on the gas pedal, removing all the doubt of this plan from her mind.

Again, I realise that she wouldn't be out of the hospital so soon. REALLY sorry about the 'he said, she said' kind of thing going on… I'm a little tired :D… Anyway, I hope everyone liked this chapter, I'm sorry it's dragging on a little bit, but it's only really got one (possibly 2) chapters to go... Again, any suggestions would be great to help wrap this thing up:D :D thanks for reading!!