A/N: I should have run this through my amazing betareader, but I have to admit I didn't because I'm so excited to get to the end of this since it will be so GOOD. How's it gonna end? I've been dropping hints throughout the story, especially with Charlee. And I want you to look at the name of this chapter. "Ignoring Ziva." This is IMPORTANT to the story. Hinthint! C: Anyway, thanks to my reviewers, loyal readers, amazing betareader, and Faber Drive for providing background music (I don't own them haha). I don't own anything.

A clear, silver moon shone bright above DC, the dark sky surrounding it untouched by wispy clouds. This bright moonlight filtered through the barely closed curtain of an apartment. Ziva's apartment. Thoughts traveled through her mind at a mile a minute; some about the sleeping man beside her who was mumbling insistently in his sleep, and some concerning Abby's words. Maybe she was reading too much into this.

It would help if Tony would open his mouth and say something to her. Anything. He'd been unusually brief, blunt and abrupt at work with her. Never once did he stray off topic or attempt to engage her in any of his juvenile activities. As far as she knew, he hadn't even done anything juvenile today.

All business. No pranks.

Even when McGee had returned, he'd only shook his head at her in response. Their talk hadn't done anything to get Tony to talk to her.

Fine. If he wants to be jealous, let him. Charlee's…

At first, she could have given her partner reasons that Charlee was a good man, but those ideas were slowly waning and fading away. He'd shown himself to be aggressive, a quality she hadn't expected in an FBI agent. Even Mossad had rogue agents.

Ari.

That name. Sometimes she'd thought about him, laying awake in a bed much the same as now. Occasionally she'd have a man beside her, from a late night at a bar where she'd only gone to get rid of thoughts, but he would be gone by morning. In most cases, she never say him again. Now, however, it was clear that Charlee intended to stay for a while. At least until he was tired of her.

Abby's words came to mind now again. He's just… waiting. For what? You, Ziva. You.

If her words were truth, her partner had been waiting so long for her. Five years they'd worked together, and they'd been through everything. Occasionally she'd feel guilty, like now, that she was with another man, but Ziva quickly pushed the thoughts from her mind.

Come on. This is your partner you're talkin' about. His idea of a long term commitment is STILL a three day weekend…

Her eyes started to water despite fighting tears at the thought of the occasion. That had been when she'd officially 'met' Roy and, as Tony had put it, fallen in love with the 'Dead Man Walking.'

"Ziva?" Charlee's voice rang clear through the still of the night. She bit her lip and forced a smile, wiping her tears and wishing he'd simply be asleep. "Hey, babe, are you okay?"

"Yes, Ch… Char," Ziva gave him a fake smile and turned back away from him. Most men could take a hint, but obviously he wasn't that intelligent. His arms pulled her far too close for comfort right now (thoughts of Tony and Roy ran through her head. Tony. Roy. Roy. Tony. Roy.).

"Care to share with the class?" he purred into her ear.

"Not right now… please," she almost begged him. Sleep would do her good now. She'd escape reality and the past. Why was it that men made her heart hurt so? Tony DiNozzo, Roy Sanders, Michael Rivkin, Charlee Hunter – they were all on the same list.

"Fine, but you need some sleep, unless you're up for some… extracurricular activities," he whispered suggestively, flipping her over to face him. Without waiting for an answer, the man allowed himself to indulge in her body.

Ziva sighed and went along with it, the memory of her much loved orange beanie burning in her mind now. Not just the hat itself, but its owner. Roy would have been perfect for her, and he'd never ask for this…

***

Tony's mind raced as he sat in bed, covers falling off of his bare knees. His face had long since fallen into his hands and he'd left himself in that position. Had he been looking, he would have seen the clock proudly burning the time, 3:30 am, into the night. Memories, thoughts, pictures and conversations he'd never have flashed through his mind.

Under cover(s) with Ziva – although he didn't often revisit this memory; as much as he'd loved that slim body, that was no longer the Ziva he knew, nor had that been real. How she'd tried to comfort him after Jeanne, and how he'd waved her away each time, even when he'd needed her comfort more than anything. Seeing her for the first time in a few months, and saving her. She'd been his princess and he'd been her knight in shining armor… if only she'd seen it that way.

Despite himself, he smiled, but it was lost at his next thought. That was then, this is now. Most of that was before Rivkin, before she 'died.' Now I don't know if I know her. After Rivkin, she's gotta have enough sense not to go around with a man like Charlee. I hate that man. But I can't hate him, because if I hurt him – physically, anyway – I don't think Ziva'll take my side.

"I've got to get to bed," he mumbled, moving for the first time in at least an hour. Tired green eyes took in the dark scene of his bedroom. Quiet, would-be pitch black if not for a clear moon, and Zivaless. Some things never change.

"Gotta sleep," Tony whispered to himself again, turning onto his side and forcing his eyes closed. Maybe he'd get in an hour or two of sleep before work. And then it'd be another day of pretending he barely knew Ziva, pretending he was all business. Preferably, they wouldn't talk at all.

And though he never got to sleep, sometime between work and home, he managed to clear his mind of her for a few peaceful moments.

***

Ziva walked, unsure, into the squad room. It was still except for the slow, but constant, tap of Tony's fingers as they dodged across his keyboard. She called a quick "hello," but his head didn't even move an inch. There was no way she could take another day of this. Quiet, or ignoring her; he was trying to get to her. Well, she would show him that he couldn't annoy her with his childish tactics.

But he already has. This is killing me.

At least she didn't have to endure his silence much longer. Well, she would, until he decided to forgive her or was forced to speak, but Charlee was surely right behind her in his car. Seeing him 24/7, inside and outside of the workplace, was getting overbearing. Somehow she wished he would just let her keep their relationship out of the workplace.

Let him kiss me today. It'll get to Tony, and that can be my revenge. He'll have to talk to me soon enough.

The elevator pinged as if on queue, revealing the man she's been waiting for. See how DiNozzo likes this. As Charlee approached her, she rushed to meet him and pulled him into a very fake (but obviously true enough for him) kiss.

Tony's face turned many colors before settling on purple. Was she doing this on purpose?

And thus started day 2 of ignoring Ziva.

A/N: I think I'll put the conclusion in motion in a chapter or two, but it'll be great. I think you'll love it. Just stick with me, whether you hate Charlee or not!