AH, my internet uncrashed itself! Haha. So, it crashed yesterday just as I got the idea for this. Then, I finish and I want to post it but the internet has stopped. So, I just edited it fifteen times, caught some pretty bad mistakes that I'm ashamed of, and then got on my iTouch this morning to see the internet working! Happy, happy little Izzy.

Anyway, if this chapter seems totally OOC know that I don't really know the character of Trent Kort. I went off what most of you said, and what M E Wofford has been pushing since I started considering Trent Kort in this. Haha, I added it in there for ya.

I want to thank you guys for getting me over 100 reviews. That made me fall out of my seat and giggle in joy. Special thanks to Silent Falling Rain, Ranel U. Owel, and Sbteja for the help with Kort. I re-read your reviews while working on this chapter.

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Trent Kort's POV

How I ended up getting the scary ninja chick, Ziva David, out of Somalia, I'll never remember. All I could remember though was the wedding invitation I received from her and Anthony DiNozzo. At first, I wanted to say no, until I remembered Ziva saying someday she would show her gratification. Hence why I was going. I didn't exactly want to, however, something was pushing me to go.

I learned a lot about Ziva after saving her. I was a little intimidated by her at first, the day Tony punched me in the face. I was about to punch him back, but something in her eyes made me stop. Like she was saying:

"Hit him and you shall never see the light of day again. Possibly not even the afterlife, if there be one."

I didn't need to see her in action to know she could do harm. In some odd way, I respected her. Maybe that was why I rescued her. No one should have to go through or be in the situation I got her out of. She was weak, almost gone when I got her into the plane. And she kept mumbling words that I didn't care to understand until she grabbed my arm and made me look at her. Her eyes were bloodshot, her face so badly bruised and swollen I couldn't see one of her eyes, her body covered in blood, and she asked me where DiNozzo was. As we worked to get her wrapped up and stop the bleeding, I was the one who had to keep her from falling asleep in fear of a concussion. Each time she almost dozed off, her question as I gently squeezed her shoulder involved another member of the NCIS team. I guess she hit her head hard, because she asked where Jenny was. I felt the biggest pang of sorrow for her I'd ever felt in my life.

And maybe that was why I was dragging myself to the wedding. She was different, and I couldn't help the feeling of respect I had for her. Her recovery was miraculous, so say the least. I was amazed at how fast she was walking. Not that she was doing well at it, but her usual self was back in no time. She still scared me, but not as much.

After seeing someone you think is invincible in the situation she was in, you realize everyone is human and breakable.

I went and visited her many time whilst she was in the hospital. It depended on whether they had a case or not, but usually someone from the NCIS team was there. The forensic Goth girl liked to sit on the bed next to Ziva and brush her hair. Huge chunks of her hair had been cut, and the time it spent dirty had damaged it. It would take time before her normal hair came back. The man who looked like he was stuck in his teen years, McGee I think I heard her call him, sat and read books to her. Her eye hadn't exactly healed fully, and they had a bandage over it.

"We do not wish to risk possible infection." The doctor had said when asked.

So, McGee sat there and read old, tattered books. I recognized some of the covers, and noticed he was reading works by Shakespeare sometimes. I guess he was a Romeo and Juliet kind of guy.

On the rare occasion that I found Jethro Gibbs with her, they weren't talking. She was asleep, and he was holding her hand. I knew she had night terrors from the trauma, as I learned one time when she fell asleep during my visit. Moreover, I guess the comfort of his hand was enough to let her sleep. I knew their relationship, no matter what, would stay intact. The look of pure relief when he saw her heart beat on the monitor was priceless, until he masked it by drinking his coffee. I knew that, in his own way, he would thank me for bringing her back. I didn't know when, but I knew that someday he would. He was that kind of man. What needed to be said would be said eventually.

Tony. Now, when I saw him walking into the hospital hallway, my first thought was to confront him. And I did. He gave me a look that said he didn't want to fight, and if I wanted to, I could hit him until they pulled me off him. Something in the way his shoulders sagged, and his unshaven face made me feel almost sorry for him.

Almost.

I let him pass to go to her room, but not without telling him, he was lucky. As he walked away, to her room, I got ready to see how they interacted. I was surprised to walk in there ten minutes later to see them both asleep, Ziva facing away from him, and Tony's head on the hospital bed. Right as I walked in, though, Ziva's hand moved to where Tony's sat and she linked their pinkies. That was how I knew she wasn't asleep. She was pretending.

Despite breaking out of a semi-unconscious state to ask where he was, she was pretending not to know he was there with her.

Needless to say, I was completely confused. Until the Goth, who I then learned was named Abby, told me everything about what had happened. And not the basic need to know stuff that I got when I was dispatched to get Ziva. Suddenly, her situation became even more horrifying. Against my best judgment, I befriended the Goth. She knew who I was already, and I learned that she was the gossip queen of NCIS. If there was gossip, she said, she knew it and could probably prove it or disprove it. As it was her job.

It was three years later when I got the invitation. And it wasn't a through the mail invitation. Ziva hand delivered it to me. At my skeptical look, she said that everything was much better now. That wasn't why I was giving her the look, but it answered my next look I was going to give her. She told me that since I had saved her, and since I was the one who brought her back from that room (to which reference she shuddered), she had persuaded Tony to invite me.

When she said persuaded, though, I got the idea that it involved many smiles and other… sexual things. Just the thought that my presence was going to unnerve Tony made me say yes faster than I could say no.

Nonetheless, I knew it would work between them. I knew what they had gone through, and they came back from that stronger than before. I watched them one day upon a visit to NCIS as they argued and flirted in that weird way I'd only ever seen them do. As soon as Gibbs needed them, they stood next to each other and listened to his orders. After hearing them, they sat down at their desks and went to work. Most of my time at NCIS was spent with Director Vance, but when we walked back down to the bullpen, I saw them communicating across the room with their eyes. It was intense to watch, but I noticed that no one around me even noticed. Gibbs even asked them what they were thinking. They were thinking. Not Tony, or Ziva, they. I was completely amazed, and then they answered his question with the simplest of ease, completing each other's sentences as they talked. This also surprised no one but me.

And then, after they delivered their award worthy speech about Lt. Jesse Spears' life, they went back to that game of arguing and flirting.

I guess some things cannot and will not ever change.

Once again, if this seemed OOC, know it's because I haven't really studied the character of Trent Kort and I really can't know what he's like. Besides CIA, and they are cheeky bastards, who like to sneak around and stuff. Haha. Excuse the language. :)

Anyway, review with your favorite line. There isn't a lot of funny stuff in here, at least I think, but there's a lot of thoughts.

Thanks. Izzzy.