Ok, first off, let me say Sorry. I left this for a week after assuring everyone I wasn't abandoning it. Well, I'm not and I have a VERY vaild reason. We've been short on money ( and lets face it, who hasnt?) even more so than normal because of my hospital visits last month ( no insurance= pay to be seen here). In turn, we didn't have enough to pay rent on time and our landlord wanted it or we would be evicted as of tomorrow. So, trying to come up with an extra 300$ that you DONT have is hard!!( our rent is 740$, we had 400 on hand) Lol. I was trying to make arrangments to move either back in with my mom or possibly back to Ohio with my dad ( hey, his house is big enough!) and even went as far as looking for other places cheap in the "ghetto". All in all, My husbands' boss is literally a GOD. Lol. He allowed us to borrow what we needed from the next paycheck which isn't due until AFTER Thanksgiving. Which means we can pay the rent and keep our place! Thank god. Moving is a bitch. Especially without a truck! (Gotta love small business. Literally. It's my husband, his boss and one other guy running a local gas company!)

Oh... and if you're into twilight, a family friend of mine ( and be nice, she's only 12) and I've known her mom and dad since before she was born ( my mom used to play with her mom when they were little)... I'm only 21, don't worry, I'm not some old cow....lol!) has a twilight fanfic. Check her out if you're into it ( I'm not, But I've agreed to be her beta.. she needs it.... but hey...w/e, like i said, she's 12. Lol.) She's in my Favorites list as LittleSarahLady. Thanks!

This song is a bit...sad, but I love it. It's my FAVORITE one by this group...and i have yet to listen to their new ones..lol. I'm determined to get you all hooked on this song so I'm not all alone either!! Lol.

Song: "Moments" Emmerson Drive ( has no bearing on the chapter...just insipiration!)

**Note: "white" in the song refers to white wine.

Ziva sat at one of the many tables, a glass of sparkling cider in front of her. She frowned at it many times and had not even finished the first glass. The stuff did not suit her tastes at all. Wine was more preferable. Only Tony had been a...bitch about it. He had told her she was not allowed to drink any alcohol. At least not while she was on pain medication. Had said "no" when she said she could go without the medication for a day. All she would be doing was sitting. Nothing too strenuous. Of course, Tony had not seen it that way at all and they had ended up in a very loud yelling match, which ended in a tenitive agreement.

If she took her medication, he'd buy her six of the finest wine bottles he could find when she no longer needed it. Ziva had smirked at that and agreed. Tony would be shocked at the price for a great bottle of wine. She wasn't about to pass up that offer or the look on his face when he finally found out the total price it would cost.

I was comin to the end of a long long walk When a man crawled out of a cardboard box Under the E Street Bridge followed, me on to it. I went out halfway across with that homeless shadow taggin along. So I dug for some change - wouldn't need it anyway He took it looking just a bit ashamed. He said you know I haven't always been this way

So, she sat. Lonely and bored.. As part of the line.. no wait.. Bridal party, Tony had told her, that he was required to dance with someone in one of those ugly green dresses at least twice.. Honestly, who in their right mind would pick a green color that reminded people of puke? But maybe it was just her imagineation. After all, everyone else seemed to like the color. They were wearing it, and even the men..grooms? No.. groomsmen were wearing matching ties. She also had no idea how horridly boring weddings could be. She had sat and listened to some guy, a preist or something Tony had said earlier, talk for over an hour or so. Then the two who were getting married said some things about love and being together. By that point she had been almost asleep from being so bored. Then finally, they had finished and moved to a huge rental hall for a party. She watched as Tony led a dark haired woman down the aisle, the same one he had pointed out about two hours ago and said he had to dance with. Not to mention he had to sit at specific table, and not with her. Like she knew anyone?

Then again, he had warned her about that before they had come. She did not know anyone and could not expect Tony to spend the entire night plastered to her side, could she? No. That would not be fair.. At least she could survey the room from the corner where she sat. Most everyone else was standing or sitting and socializing with each other.

So when the woman Tony had been dancing with sat across from her and gave her a smile, Ziva raised an eye.

"Hello. I'm Kaydance. You're Ziva, right?"

Her eyebrows rose higher. "Yes."

"Oh, ok good. I just wanted to make sure you were the right person."

"For?"

Kaydance tilted her head. "You aren't much of a talker are you?" When she recieved no response from Ziva, she continued. "Well, you looked rather...miserable. So I figured I'd come talk to you, save you from your own misery."

Ziva frowned. "I am not miserable. You must have mistaken it for being bored."

"Oh. Ok. Well then to stop you from being bored. You came with Tony, right?"

"Yes," Ziva's eyes automaticallly found him talking with a group of people she didn't recognize from the last two days before flickering back to her table companion.

"So then why aren't you out there dancing and meeting people?"

Ziva sighed. She knew the woman meant well, but it really wasn't any of her business."I am not allowed."

Kaydance frowned. "Not allowed? It's a wedding! Everyone is allowed to dance!"

"No, Tony's orders." She rolled her eyes.

"Tony said you can't dance? Why? Jealous much, my God."

Ziva laughed. " is not jealous. More overprotective and overbearing than anything. He does not want me to get hurt again, that is all."

"How can you get hurt from dancing? It's not like anyone is going to trample you."

Talk about inquisitive. "I cannot dance because I've had stitched in my side and stomach. The wound in my stomache reopened about two weeks ago. I am supposed to be on bed rest." She hoped that would stop the questions, but it seemed she had just opened a can of bug- no worms...bug... whatever the hell it was.

"How on earth did you get stitches in both your side AND stomach?" Kaydance frowned and then glanced over at Tony then back. "You work for NCIS too, don't you?"

Ziva gave a small smile. "Yes."

"So then you were injured on the job."

"Technically, yes. More like an arrest,"

Kaydance shook her head. "I swear, I hear more stories of Tony getting blown up or kidnapped or framed for murder than anyone else I know. So... were.. were you..shot?"

Ziva nodded. "Yes. Twice."

"Twice?" Kaydanced gasped. "At the same time?"

"Within a few minutes." Ziva was not sure why she was talking to this woman about it, but for some reason it felt as if she were getting a great weight off her shoulders. "The first was in my side, by one of the men we were arresting. The second my stomach."

"By the same guy? You don't seem like the type of person that would be caught off guard at all, let alone twice by the same person."

I've had my moments Days in the sun, moments I was second to none, moments When I knew I did what I thought I couldnt do Like that plane ride, coming home from the war .That summer, my son was born. Memories, like a coat so warm the cold wind can't get through Looking at me now you might not know it. But I've had my moments

Should she clarify that? "No, not by the same person. It was from a stray bullet." There, leaving it at that should be fine. She didn't want to give Tony a bad name, even if it was an accident.

"A stray bullet? Shots were fired? You guys must live dangerous lives."

"Not many shots, but yes, a few were fired. Our boss killed the man that shot me but only because the man was trying to kill Tony with his own gun at the same time." Ziva said, "So I actually think only three shots were fired."

"Talk about unlucky!" Kaydance paused. "Wait...." Ziva watched her eyes narrow and then widen. "You were shot by Tony's gun! This all makes sense now."

Ziva didn't feel like she needed to add that Tony felt guilty for the accident. "Of course it does. Now you know why I am here with Tony and why I cannot dance."

"I meant why he keeps looking at you randomly or why he got a bit defensive earlier when one of the guys said something about you."

Ziva shrugged. "That is just Tony being Tony. He's a bit...protective of me since the accident, even more so since my staples came undone."

Kaydance shook her head. "Sure, Tony is protective. Always has been since I've known him. But there is more to it than that. Don't forget I've been stuck with him all day. I've seen the looks he throws you when you apparently aren't looking or noticing. I've heard his tone when you've been mentioned, when he talks about you. It not just because he's protective. He cares. A lot."

"I know. Like I said. Just Tony being Tony." Ziva said ignoring the fact that her heart skipped a beat at the thought that it could be more than just that.

"Alright fine. Chalk it up to Tony being himself. But know this. I can tell you care something for him too. Every time his name has been mentioned your eyes find him, no matter where he is in the room. I guess the term "love is blind" is actually true in this case,"

Well I stood there tryin to find my nerve. Wondering if a single soul on earth would care at all. Miss me when I'm gone? That old man just kept hangin around. Lookin at me, lookin down. I think he recognized that look in my eyes. Standing with him there I felt ashamed. I said you know I haven't always been this way

Ziva just shrugged and watched the woman leave. So much for keeping her company.

An hour later and she was ready to go. Unfortunately for her, no one else seemed to feel like leaving. She sighed and stood stretching some of the cramped muscles. She'd stopped trying ot keep track of Tony awhile ago since he was being dragged in over fifty different places. He had managed to come over about four times the whole night, though not in the last two hours. Maybe she should just leave word that she was leaving and head back to the hotel herself....

"So, I hear a slow song. How about I take you for a dance?"

Ziva almost jumped out of her skin at Tony's voice in her ear. She turned to face him and found herself standing not even two feet from him. "Is that you or the alcohol talking?" she asked, her eyes searching his. She could smell it on him and though he didn't sound drunk, she had actually never been around him when he drank excessivly.

"Would it matter?"

Ziva sighed. Of course it would. But she wasn't going to tell him that. "Is it a good idea?"

"It's a slow song, Ziva. Not like we're gonna do the Tango or anything. I think it's safe enough, or I wouldn't have offered."

"Alright," she said. He took her hand and walked as slow as she did to the dance floor.

I've had my moments. Days in the sun, moments. I was second to none, moments When I knew I did what I thought I couldn't do Like the day I walked away from the white. For a woman, who became my wife. And a love that, when it was right could always see me through. Looking at me know you might not know it. I've had my moments

He wrapped his arms around her slowly, almost as if he was afraid she wasn't really there. She did the same and they moved slowly- more slowly than the rest of the people on the floor because Tony did not want to cause her any more problems in regards to her wounds. He may have had a few classes of wine, but he was by no means drunk...But he also didn't think he would have had the nerve to ask Ziva to dance if he hadn't had some alcohol in his system. Though as he held her close, he realized that he wanted to be able to do it more often with her. He could smell her hair and pulled her almost flush against him gently to make sure he could commit that smell to memory. She also didn't seem to mind and laid her head against his chest. As they continued to move, Tony found he didn't want to let her go, even when the song ended.

Sadly he had to though, as she eased herself away from him first. If it had been up to him, he would have stood like that forever with her. The way her body a felt pressed against his, comfortable and right, the way her curves seemed to match with the contours of his own body, made him long for the feeling again though it had only been about a minute since she had moved away.

"Thank you for the dance, Tony," she said quietly.

He smiled. "Any time, Ziva. Would you like another?"

"We shall see. Not right now." She needed to collect her thoughts and feelings before she went near him again. How could such a simple dance cause her heart to speed up, goose bumps to appear on her arms and her breath to catch?

I know somewhere around a trash can fire tonight, That old man tells his story, One more time. He says, I've had my moments. Days in the sun. Moments, I was second to none. Moments. When I knew I did what I thought I couldn't do. Like that cool night, on the E Street Bridge, When a young man, almost ended it. I was right there, wasn't scared a bit and I helped to pull him through. Looking at me now you might not know it Oh - looking at me now you might not know it. I've had my moments

Tony nodded and leaned toward her, intending to kissing her, but instead brought a hand up to brush stray hair from her face. "Alright. You let me know when you are ready," he said. "But I also am ready to leave. By the look on your face earlier you were more than ready too. What do you say we leave and just go relax at the hotel?"

Ziva nodded in agreement and waited as Tony went to say goodbye, allowing a sigh to escape once he was out of ear shot. She had been sure he was going to kiss her. But he hadn't. That was twice in about two weeks and both times she found she was disappointed when he had not kissed her. Then again, maybe he had never intended to kiss her in the first place and it was just her imagination.

No one ever knew with Tony. Not even her.

SPOILER!! ( surprised you didn't I???))

1.) If nothing else, NCIS' upcoming 150th episode will be remembered for one thing: introducing us to Tony's dad!Veteran actor Robert Wagner — yes, the former Jonathan Hart himself! — has been cast as the dad of Michael Weatherly's TV sleuth, sources confirm to me exclusively. Father and son will reunite in NCIS' milestone episode, slated to air in January. Got a case of déjà vu? It's probably because Weatherly played Wagner in the 2004 TV movie The Mystery of Natalie 's No. 1 show has an impressive track record when it comes to casting fathers of its lead characters. Previous daddy coups include Michael Nouri (as Ziva's pa) and Ralph Waite (as Gibbs' dad). ( )

2.)UNITED STATES SECRETARY OF THE NAVY RAY MABUS TO APPEAR ON "NCIS," TUESDAY, NOV. 24. Ray Mabus, the 75th United States Secretary of the Navy, will make a cameo appearance on NCIS, Tuesday, Nov. 24 (8:00-9:00 PM, ET/PT) on the CBSTelevision Network. In the episode "Child's Play," the team must put their Thanksgiving plans on hold when the death of a Marine leads them to a government think tank that employs child prodigies. Secretary Mabus will play an NCIS agent.

Prior to his current position, Secretary Mabus served in numerous top posts, such as the Governor of Mississippi and the U.S. Ambassador to the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. Secretary Mabus was appointed Secretary of the Navy by President Barack Obama and sworn in on June 18, 2009 (CBS press release)