A/N – Here are missing scenes from Episode 6 in my version of season 10. I hope you all like it. This is a little more playful and fun, I think.

Disclaimer – I don't own NCIS or the characters

Chapter 8 – Shell Shock

Before Episode

Ziva had just finished doing the dishes and Tony had just gotten out of the shower. The neighbors were at it again. Ziva rubbed her eyes, tiredly. She sighed and rolled her eyes up at the ceiling, hoping that they would stop before it was time for them to go to bed. This was getting bad. She had not been to her own apartment in two weeks and she was seriously considering going there for a night, except that she enjoyed Tony's apartment much more now that she had been welcomed there instead. She just didn't enjoy Tony's neighbors.

She made her way to the bedroom and found her bag. She pulled out some pajama pants and a tank top and changed quickly. Tony came into the room while her back was turned and she was topless. She heard the door open and smirked as he gasped. She finished putting her tank top on and laughed quietly. When she turned around he still had not composed his features.

"See something you like, Tony?" she asked.

He laughed now with her. "Oh, yes. I think I do. Hey, you once told me you were a screamer," he mentioned, cocking his head toward the neighbors. "Do you suppose this is how your neighbors felt?"

Ziva bit her lip and laughed. "I suppose yes, that is how they would feel if I had had anyone over my place," she stated.

"You too? With no one at your place?"

"I avoided it as much as I could, yes," Ziva admitted and walked up to Tony. "I am tempted to go knock on their door and interrupt what they are doing, while holding up my badge that tells them that I am a Federal Agent. Have you ever thought of doing that, Tony?"

There was a playfulness in Ziva's eyes that kind of drove Tony nuts. "I think that would be wrong, sweet cheeks," Tony said smiling at her. "But, if we're going to be up again all night, what do you suggest we do?"

"Watch a comedy, loudly," Ziva said.

"A comedy?"

"So we can get a good loud laugh in, too," she said.

"Are you trying to outdo them in noise?" Tony asked, cocking one of his eyebrows up.

"Perhaps that is the case, yes," Ziva said. "Because, honestly Tony, I do not know if I would be such a screamer with someone I trust to… um…."

"Please you?" he asked waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

She laughed at him and walked over to him. "Yes, that was what I was referring to," she said quietly. "I mean, I guess I don't know if you would please me, do I?"

He laughed again, but this time it was nervously. What exactly was she saying? She could see the confusion in his face. She laughed at him and pressed her lips to his cheek and then whispered in his ear.

"Yes, we are taking things slow, but that should not mean a standstill. You are allowed to touch, you know," she informed him.

He smiled widely and placed his hands immediately on her hips as the screaming continued. They both glared at the wall where the noise was coming from. She rolled her eyes again.

"A comedy it is," he said quietly. "I've got an idea. Forgetting Sarah Marshall!"

"What?" Ziva asked.

"It's a movie. It's a comedy. There are certain scenes, where if we turn it up, then perhaps they'll get the point," Tony suggested and Ziva laughed hysterically.

They watched the movie and the neighbors came knocking on the door and asked them to keep it down. Then, around two in the morning they were kept awake, as they had nearly drifted off to sleep, by the same neighbors that had come knocking on their door.

The Ride to Work

"I cannot believe they kept us up all night again!" Ziva sighed in frustration.

"I can't believe I grabbed the wrong bag last night!" Tony said, laughing at Ziva as she wore dark sunglasses on a cloudy day, making her appear hung over.

"I also cannot believe my car broke down this morning," Ziva said laughing a little. "If they were not suspicious before, they will be, by the time I can get that thing fixed, especially with the way we have been getting cases lately."

Tony laughed along with her. "At this rate, we might as well advertise that we are staying in the same place," Tony laughed. "I mean, we're both exhausted because of my neighbors and your car is broken."

They both laughed at this as Tony pulled into the Navy Yard and parked his car. They were still laughing uncontrollably as they got into the elevator. The mood had a difficult time getting serious as they made it into work at the same time. Ziva whispered in his ear. "Don't forget, acting like we always do," she reminded him.

Observation Room After Gibbs Walks Out

Ziva turned her back to the wall and Tony put one arm on either side of her, since her eyes were closed. He was smirking and he pressed himself up against her, causing her eyes to snap open. She smiled mischievously and then scolded him.

"We are at work, Tony," she said sternly.

"Yes, we are," he said. "In a dark observation room all by ourselves."

She smirked. "In that case, we should be observing the interrogation room, should we not?" she asked, leaning up against him and running her hands from his waist to his chest and up to his shoulders.

"We should be, yes," he said unsteadily as her fingers laced through his hair.

"Okay," she said with a smirk and pushed him away from her, turning to face the interrogation room and watch.

"Ziva, that's not fair," Tony said with a frown as he stood next to her.

Lunch

"I can't believe Gibbs bought this! An excuse to go to lunch together. He's been so cautious lately," Tony said with a smile on his face.

"Well, we are working also, Tony, so let's get to work," Ziva said.

Tony took her around the middle as they walked through the Navy Yard to find lunch while they worked. They continued using their handheld devices to search while they ate, and Tony held onto Ziva. Then, they found who they were looking for. They walked back toward the building and held onto each other until the elevator let out a ding as it opened, when their arms immediately dropped away from each other.

Gibbs Sends Them Home for the Night

"How did it go with Captain Westcott?" Ziva asked.

"Not good," Gibbs said. "He kind of lost it on me."

Gibbs went into telling them how he was acting. When Gibbs was done explaining that he was angry and his brother had said that he never acted like that, Ziva sat thoughtfully at her desk for a while. Gibbs had to tell her to go home twice.

"Ziva?" he asked. "Ziva!"

"Yes, Gibbs?" she asked, startling.

"Go home," he said.

She caught up with Tony in the elevator and he hit the bottom they needed. "Were you just going to leave me here, Tony?" she asked confused.

"No, I was just drawing some suspicion away is all," he informed her. "Where was your head just now?"

"We can talk about it when we get home. You drive, there is something I want to think about," Ziva said quietly.

Tony drove to his apartment in silence, allowing Ziva her time to think. They grabbed dinner on the way home and Ziva ate in silence. When the pizza was gone she looked up to Tony.

"I think Captain Westcott has PTSD," Ziva said slowly and carefully. "You know, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I was diagnosed with it when I returned from Somalia. I never talked to the doctors and refused the medication. I mean, the flashbacks, the confusion, the anger issues, the memory loss even is what kind of points it out for me. I never had memory loss, which was good. But, I am nearly certain that's what's going on with him."

"You had PTSD?" Tony asked.

"Well, yes," Ziva said, waving a hand at him as though it was of no importance. Tony caught her hand and held it tightly, looking into her eyes.

"Do you still have flashbacks? Confusion? Or anything else?"

"Not really flashbacks, Tony, no," Ziva admitted. "Sometimes I get caught up in my thoughts, but I always know what is really happening and what is not. The nightmares are gone again, so that is good. I do not fly off at you or anyone else the way I did for a while. I believe that I am getting better, Tony, but if I had accepted help, it probably would have gotten better sooner. But, that is not the point right now. Right now we need to worry about how we can help Captain Westcott. He may or may not be guilty, but that is not important right now. If he has PTSD then it is possible that he did not know what he was doing at the time that he did it."

"You're just going to blow a statement like that off, as if it's nothing?" Tony asked, shaking his head.

Ziva put a hand on Tony's cheek and caught his attention finally. She looked him right in the eyes. She smiled at him and pressed a kiss on his cheek and chuckled.

"I don't see what's funny about this," he said. "I don't see it at all."

"Tony, you are funny," she said, still giggling. "I love it when you worry about me before everything else, do you know that? It makes me feel important, or something. It's a comfort. But in reality this time I promise you that I am fine. Actually, I am better than fine right now. I have you here with me."

He chuckled lightly and kissed her on the lips, seeing that she really was fine this time that she said it. He pulled her close to himself and held her tightly.

"And I am extremely happy that you are fine, Ziva," he said.

She was practically laying on top of him and her heart rate had picked up a little. She pressed a kiss to his lips and remained close to him. He held her close and his hands began to roam on her back, something he had not really allowed before, as he remembered her words about slow but not a stand still. He smiled against her lips and then his tongue was at her bottom lip asking for entrance. She obliged and their tongues started a small wrestling match with each other.

When they pulled apart they stared into each other's eyes for a moment. Then, Tony grabbed her butt and squeezed. She shrieked a little and laughed loud for a moment, before ticking his side and he laughed hard as he could.

"I will get you back for that!" he shouted and ran toward the bedroom after Ziva who had gotten up and dashed there as fast as she could. They were both laughing.

Tony caught up with Ziva and tackled her onto the bed and began to tickle her sides and ribs. She was laughing hysterically.

"Tony," she shouted as a self-defense, laughing so hard that tears were coming out of her eyes.

She laced her fingers through his hair and pulled his face to hers, causing their mouths to crash together. His fingers stopped and began a much gentler exploration of her body. They got lost in each other in only a matter of moments and didn't stop getting lost that night.

When Ziva woke up the next morning she smiled instantly into Tony's chest. It was before the alarm went off and she snuggled into him a little deeper and inhaled his scent. He knew she was awake. He had been awake for a short while, waiting for her to wake also.

"Good morning, Miss David," he said and pressed his lips to her forehead and she chuckled.

"Good morning, Mister DiNozzo," she replied and ghosted her fingers over his chest as she opened her eyes and raised her head up to look at him. "I certainly had fun last night."

He laughed, but his smile was genuine. "Oh, so did I," Tony said back to her, pulling her closer to him and kissing her on the lips again. Her eyes darted to the clock. They had plenty of time, so she allowed herself to get lost in Tony again.

Break Room

Ziva could not find Tony for a while. She looked everywhere and finally entered the break room. Tony had his head down and she walked in.

"There you are!" she said smiling and walking over to sit down with him. "Are you looking at more homely pictures?" she hit him lightly on the shoulder as she sat down, pulling her chair closer to his. Ziva laughed a little, but then noticed the expression on his face.

She finally sat and looked at him, feeling a little concerned, though she didn't let it show on her face. "Are you alright, Tony?" she asked him, crossing her arms in front of her.

Tony looked up and stared into Ziva's eyes for a moment. "Can I show you something?" he asked her.

"Yes," Ziva said with a faint smile on her face, glad that he was sharing with her.

Tony reached into his bag and pulled out a stack of pictures and handed them to Ziva. Right on top was a picture of a blonde woman with a blonde little boy. They were both smiling happily, standing outside of a movie theatre. Ziva's face lit up with a smile.

"Is this your mother?" Ziva asked.

"Yes," Tony said with a faint smile on his face.

Ziva's eyes teared up a little, but she was still smiling. "Wow! Wow, she was beautiful," she said, her eyes returning to the picture and smiling a full smile.

Tony smiled, too. "Oh, I guess she was," Tony said with a small shrug.

"How come you never talk about her?" Ziva asked.

"I don't?" he asked.

"No," Ziva said, shaking her head. "No, you don't."

"Well, I guess… um… she was the first woman to break my heart," Tony said quietly, glancing between Ziva and the picture. "And I... don't like to talk about things like that."

Ziva looked up at Tony in understanding, nodding her head at him. She grabbed his hand on the tabletop and looked right at his eyes.

"You don't like to talk about it, because you don't want to," Ziva said. "Maybe it causes you too much pain." There was silence for a moment and Ziva moved a little closer to Tony. "So she was the one who took you to the movies, huh?"

"Yea," Tony said and smiled again. "Yea, we would go to these dollar matines, on these weekend trips into the city, and there was this theatre she loved over on 42nd Street. It's pretty run down, but she loved movies. And, you know, I think she loved the escape. This is the last movie we ever saw together… right before she… The Little Prince."

Ziva had gone through a range of facial expressions and matching emotions. She was smiling when he was talking about the memory and she nodded in understanding when he explained about it being the last movie. She looked as though she were in pain while he was. Then, she nodded.

"That which is essential is invisible to the eye," she said.

His eyes widened as he leaned into her.

"Ziva David, did you just quote a movie?" he asked her.

"No," she said shaking her head and looking amused. "I quoted a book that was made into a movie."

"Huh," Tony said with a smile on his face and Ziva let out a small chuckle.

She leaned in and kissed him on the lips and pulled him up to his feet, hugging him and he squeezed her tight. She smiled when they pulled apart and agreed to go back to work. They walked back, holding hands and breaking their office rules, but smiling all the same.

They went to their separate desks and discovered some answers. They were a little too eager to stand close as they talked about the Ijil Rebels. Then it was time to go.

A/N – I had to include the scene about Tony's pictures and them talking about his mother. I know that it is just a scene from the movie. I did add to it and tweak it a little, but I thought it was an important moment in the season so it should be added. Let me know what you think!