A/N: Heh heh... Hi. Sorry. I'm a lazy procrastinator. You can all yell at me in your reviews. The beginning of this is a little... off, I guess, cause I wrote it at like midnight at some point and I'm too lazy to fix it... so yeah. Just to warn you. Now, on with the story.

Disclaimer: If I owned NCIS, I probably would have recently finished writing the first episode of season one. So lucky for you all, I don't.

Tony sighed as he walked out of the building. He could feel the eyes of most of the people following him. He honestly hadn't meant to kiss Ziva in front of anyone. It was a spur of the moment decision and he wasn't thinking, and now, in retrospect, it really wasn't such a good idea. Now he only had to try to convince Ziva of that. "It sucks that hindsight has 20/20 vision," he thought to himself. As he wandered the paths hoping he would run into Ziva, he kicked a pine-cone and smiled to himself, wondering if Ziva would actually be mad enough try to kill him with one.

Tony looked up at the woods around him and took time to really appreciate the beauty of it all. All the trees were a deep green contrasting with the clear, blue sky. Tony deeply breathed in the cool, fresh air, causing his thoughts to drift back to his Israeli ninja. He couldn't keep making mistakes like he had been recently, like kissing her that first time in the woods without talking to her about it first, then again in the therapists office.

If he continued like this, it would ruin their relationship before it even began, and then they would never have the chance to share experiences like walking in woods like these together, and he would be stuck having to do these things alone... like he was now... alone. He let out a cry of frustration and kicked a tree. He was starting to think about things like a teenage girl would.

Yet, the more Tony thought about it, the more he realized something about the way he was thinking, he had limited his choices to two: be with Ziva, or be alone. He always new he cared about Ziva as more than a friend, yet now that he had had the chance to really show he how much he cared, he was beginning to realize himself just how much that was, and that was to the point that he didn't want to spend his life with anyone but her. Tony slowed to a stop and stood there processing this information, the frat-boy half of him telling him he was being stupid and over-reacting, and the other half of him, the half he usually ignored, telling him that what he was feeling was completely real.

Tony had never been more confused in his life. This confusion caused him to make a desperate decision that he knew he would probably regret, but it was a decision he had made and he was sticking to it. And with that, he turned around and walked down a semi-familiar path through semi-familiar doors and into a much too familiar office.

"Hey," he said to the woman sitting in the desk, "I need to talk."

Tony sat fidgeting in one of the chairs in the empty room. Anita had momentarily left to try to find her partner during his lunch break, but as the door creaked open to reveal only one person, Tony assumed the male therapist, like most males, was not to be interrupted during lunch.

"I couldn't find him," Anita said, "but I'm more than willing to do this with just the two of us, what seems to be the problem?"

"Uhh..." Tony said, unable to find words to express exactly what he was thinking.

Anita looked at him curiously for a moment before realizing what this was all about, "Is this about Ziva?"

Tony snapped his head up and looked at Anita with wide eyes, then sighed and let his head fall into his hands, "I dunno."

"You don't know? Can you give me a yes or a no?"

"Yes... no... maybe... I don't know,"

"Tony, if you want to talk about something specific, you'll at least have to let me know what it is."

"Yeah..." Tony sighed. "I know that if you're in love someone you're not supposed to hesitate about admitting it, but I really think I do, I just don't want to admit it."

Anita tried to not look too startled by the "Have you talked with her about it?"

"Sort of... not really."

"Care you go into more detail?"

"No," he said reflexively, because he really didn't want to talk about anything, but he had come because he knew he had to, for his own good, so he let out his breath and started talking. "We talked about where our relationship stood a little, and we made out... a lot, but we really didn't go into depth about feelings. Neither of us is the kind of person who likes to do that."

Anita sat there for a second processing what he had told her. So there was something between them. This had just become a lot more complicated... and a lot more interesting.

"You know," Anita started felling sort of bad for the confused man sitting in front of her, "These things usually work themselves out better if you actually talk them over with the person you are having trouble with."

"It's not Ziva I'm having trouble with, it's myself!"

"So this is... not so much about the feeling that you love her, but the fact that you love her?"

"Yeah... I guess. I've felt this way for a while I think... I don't know. I shouldn't have come here, I don't even really know what the problem is anyways." Tony stood up quickly and started making his way towards the exit.

"Tony can you wait for a second?" Anita called after him, causing him to stop slowly and wince before turning on his heels and looking at the therapist an obviously fake smile on his face.

"Yes?"

"Look, I know this is a complicated situation, but you and Ziva obviously care for each other on some level, so no matter what happens I believe it will all work out, but it will take some level of commitment. What I think you need to do is talk with her about how much each of you is willing to commit, and what boundaries need to be set, so that no one has unrealistic expectations and no one is surprised if one has more or less expectations than the other." Anita paused here looking at Tony with a small smile on her face contemplating something, "Just trust yourself, that you wont hurt her, because judging by the way you look at her you would go to the ends of the earth just to keep her from getting hurt." Anita sat for a second thinking if there was anything else she wanted to say. "Well, I guess that's all. You can go now."

Tony looked at her for a second thinking about what she said before smiling a more genuine smile and walking out the door, now with only one thing on his mind.

Back in the cafeteria chatter went back to normal a few seconds after Tony had walked out of the room. Gibbs turned back to his food and muttered something that sounded mildly like "Idiot" before taking another bite.

The rest of the meal was eaten in artificial silence, the only sounds being the chewing of food. Gibbs had such a foul look on his face that as soon as they had eaten enough that they could leave without being too conspicuous, McGee and Abby had gotten up and all but run out of the room, causing Gibbs to glare after their retreating forms.

"I'm glad we got out of there." McGee said, still keeping up a quick pace trying to put as much distance between them and an angry Gibbs as possible.

"I know, right?" Abby replied, almost walking faster than McGee, "I mean, I like Gibbs and all, and usually I'm totally fine around him, like, even when he's mad at something you did... and by you I mean, you or Ziva or Tony... probably Tony most of the time, I didn't just mean you personally, but that was pretty scary. He looked like he was getting ready to rip someone's head off."

McGee sighed, "I'm guessing he probably knows what Tony did to piss off Ziva. It must have been pretty bad."

"Yeah, I wish you would have asked him whats..." Abby froze with wide eyes. McGee stopped and looked at the place her eyes were frozen towards. Ziva was standing with her arms crossed, a murderous look in her eyes, which were focused on a timid looking Tony who was slowly walking towards her as if he were testing how close he could get before she attacked. Abby quickly pushed McGee behind a bush before jumping quickly behind a tree with a think trunk. They stared at each other with wide eyes as they listened to every word Tony and Ziva were saying.

A/N: Yeah, like I said, I'm really sorry... about not updating a ton this summer like I promised... funny enough I have been writing, I just have this need to writing everything using a pencil and paper first... then I get too lazy to type. So I actually have a few chapters written. I'll try to get around to typing them soon.

Oh, and just so I can spend a few moments bragging, I graduated high school last May, and I'm moving from California AAALLLLLLLL the way to Pennsylvania so that I can attend Penn State this fall... Which makes me laugh a little because PSU is rivaled with OSU (where Tony went to school). Just so you all know.

Now here's the part where you all get the chance to yell at me. Review! :D