Okay, I'm really really really really sorry. My computer is still in a bad mood, so I have to post a small amount, yet again. So I guess I'm going to have to keep doing this until my computer is feeling better. This part of the chapter took me forever to write. I actually would have had this whole chapter up a few weeks ago, but I couldn't word this part right; I'm still not entirely happy with it. So I gave up for a few days, went to Little Italy (a small portion of San Diego) and suddenly got inspired while on a sugar high. :D Gotta love sweet sweet carbs. So this chapter is dedicated to sugar cane.

Tiva (sort of)

Anita and Ralph looked up from some paperwork as Ziva and Tony rushed hurridly through the door. "You two better have a good reason for being late." Anita repremended, until seeing the tape on Tony's nose, "Oh, well, what happened here?"

"McCareless slammed a door in my face."

"McCareless?"

"Yeah, you know, Probie, McGeek, McNerd, Elf Lord. The list goes on."

"Ah. I see, you mean McGee.... he slammed a door in your face."

"Yeah. I was just getting ready to head over, being the good little DiNozzo that I am, when BAM, a door is being slammed in my face. I just can't understand what came over the little probie. How could he do this to me?"

"He did this on purpose?"

"NO." Ziva said quickly, before Tony could say anything ludicrous, "It was an accident. I'm sorry, they put him on pain killer... if he starts acting a little..." she trailed off.

"Ah, yes. I completely understand. We don't get many injuries around here, but when we do we tend to see the illeffects of the painkillers. Well, I'm sure we can work through that... besides, it will be interesting to see how it effects his behavior."

Tony gave the therapists a goofy grin, "Yeah, well, you should see how Ziva effects my behavior."

Ziva looked confusedly over at him, "Tony, that didn't even make sense."

"It did the way I was thinking about it."

Ziva gave the shrinks a befuddled expression as they tried not to laugh, "Well, I guess that brings us to an interesting topic for discussion, Ziva, what is the nature of your relationship with Tony?"

Ziva's eyes shot open, until she realized relationships took many forms, and she was probably over reacting, "We are partners..." she started before Anita interrupted her.

"No, no, no. We already knew that. I meant outside of work."

"We are friends." She said slowly.

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

"Well..."

"You know it is really annoying when people do that."

"Do what?"

"Beat around the shrub."

Tony turned, grinning, to Ziva, "It's bush, Zee-vah. People beat around bushes, not shrubs."

"Whatever," she dismissed, "What I mean is, why don't people just say or ask what they mean. It is much simpler and avoids confusion."

"Okay, so if I ask a direct question, you will promise to answer it truthfully?"

"Yes." Ziva said at the same time Tony said, "Why not."

"Tony, what do you feel about Ziva?"

"I have I question." He said, avoiding her question.

"Does it pertain to the question."

"Sort of."

"Sort of?"

"It pertains to the session."

"I don't think..."

"What are we going to do with the half hour we missed at the beginning?"

Anita rolled her eyes, "I'm adding the time on to the end. You'll just have to be late for lunch."

"What! But I already missed breakfast!"

"Why?"

"Ziva didn't want to go."

"Why did that stop you from going?"

"Me and Ziva do everything together." At a sudden thought he grinned wolfishly at Ziva. "And I mean everything."

Much to Tony's disappointment, Ziva ignored his innuendo. Ralph, on the other hand, refused to let it slide, "Tony why do you keep doing that?"

"Doing what?"

"Trying to make your partner uncomfortable."

"I'm not trying to get her uncomfortable, I'm trying to get her to blush."

At this, Anita and Ralph smirked at each other, "Why?"

"I like making her blush," he said, reaching out to touch her cheeks, only to have her hit his hand away and glare at how obvious he was being.

"Tony stop it."

He only grinned at her and put his arm around her shoulders, not letting go, even when she attempted to push his arm away, giving up when he only tightened his grip.

"Okay, I really want to know what is going on here." Anita said, annoyed by the fact that they were trying to act like nothing was going on, but acting so obvious about it.

"Nothing is going on." Ziva said exasperatedly, now physically shoving Tony off of her and scooting away from Tony slightly, "It's only the painkillers."

Tony put a hurt look on his face, which was only partially faking, "Ziva." He said sadly.

"What! Stop doing that!"

"You didn't seem to mind earlier when I..."

"TONY!" Ziva shouted at him, now furious at him for getting hurt, even if it wasn't really his fault.

Tony turned his head to the side and frowned slightly at her, "I was sure that was going to get you to blush."

Ziva groaned in frustration and made a move that looked as if she was considering killing him, or at least seriously injuring him, until she thought better of it and just clenched her fists.

Anita looked worriedly at the murderous expression on Ziva's face and decided to change the subject, "Well, assuming I believe your whole "painkillers" excuse, there is something else I'm curious about; I really want to know more about this whole deal with Mossad, Ziva, so let's start at the beginning: what got you into Mossad? Was it a person? An experience? Tell me about your childhood."

Well, I had to cut this off within four pages (because of my retarded computer) and this seemed a good a place to stop as any. Again, Thank you all for the patience. I'm so sorry.