I swear, you all read my mind sometimes.....!!!

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Song: "If your going through hell" Rodney Atkins

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When Tony came to, he lay there with his eyes closed for a moment. Something was off. He could feel it. Cracking an eye, he saw it was now light out and that Ziva wasn't at least on his left side. He closed his eye again. Talk about bright! Not to mention smacking himself wasn't one of the brighter ideas he'd ever had....Suddenly, he placed the feeling.

"You miss me that much, Boss?" Tony asked forcing both eyes open and seeing L.J. Gibbs sipping his coffee in the chair next to his bed.

"Nope."

"Aww, now I don't feel loved."

"DiNozzo, If you didn't have a mild concussion, I'd smack you over the back of the head myself. How stupid can you get?"

Tony's brain wasn't working THAT fast. It took him a moment to realize what the conversation was really about. "Ziva?" he tried. pictureing her face in his mind...the painful one from last night and winced.

"Well, yea, DiNozzo. You think I'm here just for you? Ironically you both have me down as emergency contacts. I'm not sure whether I should be honored by that or not seeing as you were stupid enough to land yourself in here anyway."

Oh boy. Gibbs was mad. Worse than mad. "Sorry boss. But they wouldn't let me stay after she got out of surgery and I did the only thing I could think of to get landed in the same were supposed to share a room."

"Hospitals don't work that way. And speaking of Ziva and surgery," Gibbs smacked him on the back of the head....and at least the part he could reach.

"Ow. I thought you said you wouldn't do that?!"

"I lied. You allowed Ziva to go off on her own. You didn't take care, DiNozzo. That was a direct order."

"I tried, boss! She isn't that easy to handle."

"Well you better find a way to handle whatever is going on between you two because you're stuck with her until she comes back from work... and I'm thinking maybe it shouldn't be paid after the next three weeks."

Well, you know those times when you feel like There's a sign there on your back. Says: "I don't mind if you kick me; "Seems like everybody has." Things go from bad to worse: You think they can't get worse than that an' then they do.

Tony groaned. "Boss! You don't understand! She's... she's damned determined to move around! I'll have to tie her down to keep her in one place!"

Gibbs raised an eye and Tony sighed. "Alright fine... When can I get out of here? And how's Ziva doing anyway?"

Gibbs cracked an amused smile. "You've already been released. Clothes are over on the chair. Ziva is in room 452. Have fun,"

Tony watched Gibbs leave before shaking his head. The guy could be so cryptic and frustrating at the same time. Well, he was free of this room, right?

After getting himself dressed, Tony made his way two floor up to Ziva's room. As he neared, he heard yelling. Ziva's voice. Damn Gibbs! He'd sent Tony right on up to a pissed off Ziva and known it! From the sound of it, she wanted out of the bed, was demanding they call Leroy Jethro Gibbs at NCIS and Tony DiNozzo to vouch for her.... but apparently the nurse was doing nothing more than pissing her off by telling her no. He winced at the thought of going in there. Did he really want to? The poor nurse she was currently venting on didn't deserve the anger, but he knew he'd be next if he went in there......No matter. They had some words that needed to be had anyway.

You step off the straight an' narrow, An' you don't know where you are. Use the needle of your compass, To sew up your broken heart. Ask directions from a genie, In a bottle of Jim Beam an' she lies to you.

He knocked on the door and the voices stopped. "Tony!" Ziva said, the relief evident. "Tell them to let me out of here. I'm perfectly-"

"What did I tell you about that word last night?" Tony cut her off. He saw her face go from confused to surprised in less than five seconds.

"You meant that?"

"Well, gee, let me think, Ziva!" Tony looked thoughtful for a second. "Yea, I did."

Well, that's when you learn the truth: If you're goin' through hell, Keep on goin'. Don't slow down: If you're scared don't show it. You might get out, 'Fore the devil even knows you're there.

The nurse, taking advantage of the fact that Tony was there, almost ran from the room. "Why would you hog tie me to the bed?"'

He sighed. "Because you're a menace to yourself. You're stubborn, annoying...." he stopped at the look on her face. "I'm sorry. Look, I didn't like the fact that I trusted you and you then still turned around and snuck out on me! I still don't like it actually. Not to mention you scared the hell out of me last night when I found you on the floor- which by the way needs cleaning from YOUR blood," he said as a side note.

"Tony..I didn't sneak out." He was angry at her and she deserved it, she knew, but he didn't know what he was talking about!

THAT caused him pause. "Then how did you rip open your staples?"

"I... I was...." she sighed he wasn't going to like the answer either way. "I was doing small workouts in my room. Sit ups, pushups, running in place....and suddenly this....mind numbing pain ripped through me. I went for the medication.... and you know the rest," she finished lamely. She almost wished she HAD gone behind his back... because the look on his face worried her.

"You still went behind my back. They'll release you sometime today, and when they do the first thing I am going to do is take the bedroom door off of your room so we don't have a repeat of this issue again,"

Well, I've been deep down in that darkness, I been down to my last match. Felt a hundred different demons, Breathin' fire down my back. An' I knew that if I stumbled, I'd fall right into the trap that they were layin', yeah.

"Oh? And what about me having some privacy? Don't I get that?"

"Sure. In the bathroom."

"Tony!"

"No, Ziva. You complained that I couldn't trust you. I showed you I could. Then you went against the deal we made....How the hell am I supposed to trust that you won't do it again unless I make sure of it?Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. I won't let the second time happen, Ziva. And it's for your own good! I don't WANT to do this stuff. You leave me no choice."

Ziva glared at him. "I leave you no choice? Is my word not good enough anymore then?"

"No it's not. And in three weeks you'll be on your own anyway." He didn't mention that Gibbs had probably already extended his leave to match hers. She didn't need to know that. Let her think she would be all alone in three weeks.

But the good news is there's angels, Everywhere out on the street. Holdin' out a hand, To pull you back up on your feet: The one's that you been draggin' so long, You're on your knees; you might as well be prayin'.

"Fine," Ziva laid back in the bed, crossing her arms over her chest looking very much like the petulant child she had and was acting.

Tony snorted. "Fine? Well, we all know where you'll be staying when we get home. Hog tied to the bed." With that, and not waiting for the look on her face, Tony left the room. He wasn't serious and didn't think Ziva should know that, but it porvided him with some tiny bit of twisted humor even if it was at her expense.

Guess what I'm sayin': If you're goin' through hell, Keep on goin'. Don't slow down: If you're scared don't show it. You might get out, 'Fore the devil even knows you're there.

How much more of this could he take? Being with her twenty four hours a day seven days a week was turning into a hell. Tony had the sneaking suspicion that was why Gibbs had assigned "babysitting" duty to him.... because he'd known it would be hell and that he and Ziva were pretty much at that point. But now it was getting worse.

Tony's fuse was going to end and when it did, Ziva had better not be the cause of it.