A/N: Tah-dah! A short conclusion but I do thin you all might enjoy it. Review!

Ziva hobbled guiltily over to Yetta, who gave her a crooked smile. The warehouse was filled with the flashing red and blue lights of an ambulance and three police cars.

"Did I kill him?" she looked up at her older brother's big brown eyes, hidden behind a shaft of curly brown hair.

"You nicked his shoulder Ziva. I thought you were better at aiming." Ziva sighed deeply in relief and he hugged her tightly.

"I'm sorry." she said muffedly into his broad chest. He pushed her back, grasping her shoulders firmly.

"Why?"

"Because I made a mistake."

"No you didn't." she narrowed her eyes. He smiled again. "Okay you did, but hey, it worked."

"I guess." she looked down at the ground.

"So who was the boy you were stuck with that entire time?"

"I don't know. Some spoiled rich kid." She glanced over at her shoulder to Tony, who was sitting in the back of an ambulance, while a paramedic checked his pulse.

"But a very good looking spoiled rich boy, eh?" Yetta said suddenly in her ear. She elbowed him in the chest and pushed him away.

"You're so stupid." she grumbled angrily and he ruffled her hair playfully.

"Go say goodbye to your little boyfriend, Ziva" Yetta said before she turned. She swung her fist towards him but he ducked and then jogged away, laughing. She sighed, then peeked back at Tony. She decided quickly to walk over there.

"Hi." she said cooly as she approached.

"'Sup, ninja chick?" she rolled her eyes.

"I just wanted to say thank you."

"Oh, well isn't that polite?" he replied sarcastically.

"Can you not just accept that?" Now it was his turn to sigh.

"Oh well, alright. Your Welcome. Thank you for making my life totally exciting for a few minutes." she smirked.

"Trust me, the excitment is not all that great."

"I don't know, I could get used to that rush."

"It gets old fast."

"Sure."

"Fine. Don't believe me."

"Are you always this difficult to get along with?"

"Yes."

Tony smiled cheekily at her.

"Well, it was funner than it shoulda been and that's good enough for me." he said. Ziva nodded with a smile and turned away. "Hey wait a sec!" Tony jumped up and put a hand on her shoulder.

"What?"

"I don't get a number?" she laughed and shook his hand off, and continued to walk. She was 10 feet further away when he yelled: "At least a name?" She spun around.

"I think it'll be easier without one, Tony." she giggled, then climbed in the waiting SUV after Yetta.

A much more familiar Ziva sat at her desk, staring at her hands, thinking about that day, a day she hadn't thought about in years. She remembered nearly every detail except for the boy's name. She sighed impatiently, wondering what had happened to him.

"Morning Zeeeee-vahhhh..." Tony drew out her name as he walked in and sat down across the way from her.

"Goodmorning Ton..." Ziva looked up at him quickly, squinted, and tilted her head to the left. "...y." the names made a connection, the face, the voice. She gasped.

"Where were you September 4th, 1992?"

"Uh...that's an oddly specific date. Why?" he studied her face carefully. "What happened then?"

"Nothing...I just...I..." she trailed off. Maybe she finally had gone crazy. A definite possibility. Now Tony squinted his eyes.

"September 1992, hmm. That was around the time..." His eyes widened and he looked back up at Ziva. "No..." he whispered. "That couldn't have been...you?"

And the two partners stared at one another in disbelief for a long time.

A/N: THE END! Did you like my ending? I made it so you kind of had a little bit to imagine for yourself...have fun!