A/N – Missing scenes from Episode 5 "The Namesake" in my version of season 10. We get to see a little more openness from Tony and Ziva, since we didn't get to see a bunch of that in the season, like I hoped we would, and we also get to see a conversation between Gibbs and McGee, which is significant along with some of Gibbs thoughts in my version.

Disclaimer – I don't own NCIS or the characters.

Chapter 7 – The Namesake

After the Pawn Shop

"Ziva," Tony said, looking worried in the break-room. "I need to tell you something."

"You look worried, Tony, what is it?" Ziva asked, seeing the concern on his face.

"Boss almost cried today, I think," Tony said. Ziva's eyes widened, but she didn't say anything. "We were in the pawn shop there and there was a Congressional Medal of Honor sitting there, not for sale, of course, because you can't sell them. The owner's name was Leroy Jethro Moore. It was Gibbs' dad's best friend. I don't think I've ever seen Gibbs that close to tears before."

Ziva's eyes were wide with shock and she understood the reason that Tony was looking worried about this. She wondered why he would look like he was about to cry over this.

"Guess he needed the money and boss said that he was named after him," Tony said, with a face that told Ziva he was thinking deeply about this.

She moved her chair closer to Tony's and put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure Gibbs will figure it out, he always does, Tony," Ziva said quietly.

"You look like you've had something on your mind today," Tony mentioned.

"Yea," she said with a small nod. "I do not like how McGee is staring at us all the time. I am afraid that it will draw suspicion, but I do not feel ready to tell Gibbs yet. What if he finds out before we are ready to tell him?"

"Then we deal with that then. In the meantime, we ask McGee to stop staring at us," Tony said with a small shrug. "It might work."

"Yes, it might," Ziva said quietly and removed her hand from Tony's shoulder, following her rules again about not touching in the office to keep things professional. "Let's go talk to McGee, since Gibbs is out."

They walked together toward McGee's desk and stood behind him. He was staring at them again.

"McGee, we have to ask you not to stare at us quite so much when Gibbs is in the office. It will draw suspicion. We are not yet ready to talk to him about this," Ziva said.

"Sorry," he said shaking his head a little. "Just can't help thinking about it… I mean, you two were never great at getting along, were you?"

"We get along fine, McGee," Tony said quietly. "Look up what I told you about."

"You two may want to offer to separate yourselves a little more, too," McGee said. "Like when he doesn't give a direct order for something maybe one of you suggest to take me along as well. Not that that happens very often, but sometimes it does."

"Sounds like a plane, McGenius!" Tony said with a smile on his face.

After the College Dorm

"I was educated today, Tony," Ziva said as she arrived at his apartment. "I went to a college dorm. Apparently it is okay in college to wake up at three in the afternoon and I got to see a vacuum pump beer bong. Whatever that is. Sounded pretty party-like to me."

"That would be, yes," Tony said. "Sounds fancy. Never used anything like it. If you wanted something like that, you had to make it yourself. They don't sell anything like those in stores."

"And you were not a builder?" Ziva asked.

"Do I look technical to you, Ziva?" Tony asked curiously, raising his eyebrows as he came around the corner wearing a T-shirt and long pants, already ready for bed. Ziva took her turn in the bathroom.

"No, I guess that was never your area of expertise, was it?" Ziva asked.

"Nope," Tony said quietly.

"McGee told me what he asked you today about the Adams House," Ziva said quietly.

"Like I said to him, no news is good news, right?" Tony said quietly.

"In your father's case and in my father's case, yes, Tony, no news it the best kind of news," Ziva said quietly, poking her head around the corner and looking at him.

Then she disappeared into the bathroom again. They were, again, staying together. They had not spent a night apart in quite a while now and they were really enjoying this time together.

"What happens if he calls and wants to come around?" Ziva asked.

"Who?" Tony asked her, calling into the bathroom and getting up and heading that direction.

"Your father," Ziva said. "Mine would never call. More likely he would show up."

"Mine, too," Tony said quietly. "Sometimes he let's me know."

"But what would happen. I mean he cannot keep a secret," Ziva said quietly. "Would we have to spend the week apart, or however long he was around?"

"I don't know, Ziva. I haven't given it much thought. Should I?"

"Probably," Ziva said quietly. "What if he wants to come see you?"

"We'll find a way around it. But, I would rather die than go all that time without seeing you," Tony said quiet honestly, sounding far too serious.

Ziva opened the bathroom door. She was wearing a tight white tank top and a pair of long pants. Tony's eyes combed down her body and then back up again. She smiled when his eyes met hers once more.

"See something you like, Tony?" she asked in a more seductive tone than normal, that drove Tony a little insane.

"Always do," he whispered to her, planting a kiss on her lips and holding her close to him. "Always."

Ziva laughed at him and pressed a small kiss to his nose. He pulled back a little bit.

"And what would we do if your father showed up?"

"Run," Ziva said quietly. "I do not wish to see my father or spend any time with my father, Tony. I do not wish to ever see him again. He is not my favorite person in the world."

"Seriously? You would run from him?"

"No. I guess I would just get angry and walk away, after telling him to leave me alone," Ziva said more honestly with a frown on her face. "Honestly, how could I face him again?"

"Ziva?" Tony asked seeing the look on her face.

"Somalia," she whispered and shuddered, since she was remembering things that she would rather forget.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really… maybe… I do not know, Tony," she said, sounding frustrated.

"No pressure, Zi. Whenever you're ready," Tony whispered in her ear and held her close to him, hating that it still hurt her sometimes, even though it was more than three years since she was rescued from that horrible place.

Ziva sobbed a little into his chest and he knew that she was crying. He had never seen her really cry. He squeezed her tighter, thinking she probably never allowed herself even that much of crying over it, in all the three years since she had been back in America.

"It'll be okay, Zi," he whispered into her ear. "Just let it out. It's okay to cry. It's okay, I promise. I'm right here. You're okay."

He continued to whisper sweet nothings in her ear, encouraging her to let it out and that he was there for her, no matter what. Ziva felt so unbearably loved in that moment. She squeezed him tight in her arms as she let the tears flow from her eyes into his chest for the first time since returning from Somalia. He could feel the warm wetness her tears were leaving on his shirt, and it didn't matter to him, because it was Ziva and he would do anything for Ziva. This was easy in comparison to traveling halfway around the world, thinking she was dead.

After a while the tears stopped and she looked up at him, her eyes and cheeks wet from the tears. He reached one hand up and wiped the tears gently from her cheeks. He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"You feel better after that?"

She nodded to him. "I will talk about it, someday, Tony. I promise you," she said quietly. "Just not yet. Sometimes it is still too painful."

"I see that," he whispered back to her. "You never allowed yourself to properly heal."

"No, Tony. I did not," Ziva said quietly. "That is why I am such a mess now. I am sorry for that."

"Nothing to be sorry for Ziva. A good cry never hurt anyone," he said.

"Thank you," she whispered and pressed another kiss to his lips. She did feel better and she felt more whole after crying some of it out, which was something she had always wanted to do but never felt safe enough to do. She certainly felt safe in Tony's arms, though.

Going to the Dorms for the Roommate

"Tony, you should not have commented on Gibbs' father like that. There is something obviously wrong there," Ziva said quietly as Tony drove.

"Well, I think that's obvious. His dad's best friend pawned the Medal of Honor. Gibbs asked McGee for the address, which McGee gave it to him. We found out that his father hadn't spoken to his best friend in forty years. Yea, I think there's something going on. Some secret or something," Tony said. "Maybe it has to do with Gibbs' mother. Not saying anything bad, but what if there were some unspoken emotions or something there?"

"That does sound like a possibility, Tony," Ziva said quietly. "I hope it was nothing against Gibbs' mother, though. Gibbs seems like he has enough problems with his father. I would hate to think that he had issues with his mother as well. I do not know what I would have done had I had issues with my mother for the time that she was in my life."

"You never talk about your mother, Ziva," Tony whispered and grabbed her hand from her thigh and held it tightly. "I don't know what I would have done either. My mother was the best thing in my life, while she lived."

They were silent now. They both had issues talking about their mothers. They both had gone a long time without their mothers. Ziva sniffled a little.

"I miss her still," she said quietly, tears streaming down her face. "She left my father after one too many times of cheating. I never saw her again. I do not know what happened to her."

Tony squeezed her hand. He knew that must be difficult for her to bear. He knew his situation was difficult and he silently wondered what was so bad to make her leave, not only Eli, but her children behind as well.

Case Closed

"McGee, you got a minute to talk?" Gibbs asked as he watched Tony and Ziva walk out of the squad room to go home for the night after finishing their paperwork.

"Sure, boss," McGee said, signing the last thing and closing the manila folder and looking up.

"What do you know about those two?" he asked curiously. "You been spending an awful lot of time looking at them in disbelief."

"Just can't get used to them getting along so well, I guess," McGee said quietly. "No bickering, less flirting, less banter. It just doesn't seem normal, does it?"

"It's nice," Gibbs said thoughtfully. "You don't question nice. But, while you're on that train of thought, for them it is not normal. Did they have a big fight or something?"

"Usually if they get in a fight we know about it, because it's here, boss," McGee said honestly. "I don't think they got in a fight, no. They are getting along too well. Do you think the elevator could have changed them that much, boss? Where they can get along like normal people and act like they might even be able to be friends one day?"

"They are close, aren't they?" Gibbs asked.

"Seems that way to me, boss," McGee said quietly, hoping that he was hiding it well enough to not be spotted by Gibbs.

"It does seem that way. Just wondering if you knew something. But, if you're doing what I'm doing then you are doing it more obviously than I am doing," Gibbs said.

"What are you doing, boss?" McGee asked, sounding confused.

"Just watching two of my best three agents to see what's going on with them," he said with a shrug and a smile. "Don't make it so obvious that you're watching them, McGee. They'll get suspicious if we're all watching them. They might think we don't trust them to be honest with us about something. Maybe they're not hiding anything. Perhaps they just changed for the better in that elevator. Perhaps they changed for the worse. I'm not sure. Won't be able to tell for a while yet. They're still recovering and I know Ziva has never fully recovered from anything. Give them time to heal, that's what I say. They need some time."

"Sure, boss," McGee said, listening to his boss speak his mind so openly, in a way that he had never done before.

"Go on, McGee. Get out of here and enjoy your weekend," Gibbs said finally.

Perhaps he was right. Perhaps there was nothing going on with Tony and Ziva. But, Gibbs was still a little curious at what caught McGee's attention to them. But, he had not asked if he had seen anything, only if he knew anything. He didn't really think that McGee would lie to him and he had told him what he knew, or at least partly what he knew. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something going on with his agents, but he was not going to question something good when it was right in front of him. It was one of his rules after all. Rule five. Don't waste good. He wasn't going to waste it. They were working phenomenally well together lately and there was no wasting that.

A/N – There you are. Let me know what you think, as usual. I love hearing back from everyone!