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Ziva made it back to the apartment, though she didn't even remember leaving NCIS. She sighed as the dinner she made over 3 hours ago still sat on the table. Walking over to the table, she collected the two plates and shoved the food in the trash with one of the forks. Tears flooded her eyes as she washed them. Only one thing ran through her mind: Where did she go so wrong?

She finally finished cleaning the kitchen, and walked into the bedroom, stripping her clothes for a shower. She stepped in, hoping that the warm water would help her body feel better. She looked down at her left hand, where her engagement ring used to be. More tears flooded her eyes. She couldn't even imagine what Gibbs was going to say. Or Abby. Or Ducky.

For once, she pulled on her own nightgown and crawled into the cold, empty bed, grabbing a pillow in hope that it would help her sleep. She hugged it tight to her body, the tears that were flowing from her eyes soaked the top of it.

When she left NCIS, Tony was still there, staring at her as she walked, alone, to the elevator. She began to think back to the beach, where Tony first placed his lips on hers. They both adored each other, and he finally put the plan into action, the tension from the three years they knew each other all released. She never thought she would be thinking of a life as a wife and a mother. But Tony made that happen. She had never fallen for anyone as hard as she did for Anthony DiNozzo.

But now, it was all falling apart.

Another hour of laying in the dark, silent room, she heard the front door open.

Tony was home.

She quickly wiped her face from tears and moved over to the edge of the bed, so that he would have plenty of room. She listened as he walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and got a beer, just as he did about every other day. Another few minutes, and footsteps could be heard approaching their bedroom door. He opened it slowly and walked over to the bed, picking up one of the pillows. He then walked around to the closet, pulling a blanket down before leaving the room again. Ziva opened her eyes and turned around. The bed was still empty.

She let out a sigh, pulling the pillow to her body again, gripping it as tears fell over the brim of her eyes.

This was going to be a long night.

Tony got up and walked into the kitchen, hoping that coffee would help him in his tired state. Sleeping on the lumpy couch didn't help him, and he had so many things on his mind that he didn't catch a wink of sleep. The ring that was on Ziva's finger was now in his pocket, and that was somewhere it didn't belong.

Groaning, he rubbed his eyes with his hands. He'd already been over this in his head at least 100 times. The coffee was finally ready, and he poured himself a cup, walking over to the table. A few minutes later, one Ziva David emerged from the bedroom. She only looked at him, and he looked as tired as she did.

Tony only so much as glanced at her as she passed him into the kitchen. The silence was killing him, and he had to talk to her, "Ziva." He said without looking at her. She didn't reply. He stood and walked over, "Can we talk about this?" She turned to him, her brown eyes could probably kill somebody.

"There is nothing to talk about." She spat, walking past him. She put her gun and badge on her hip before throwing her NCIS issued backpack over her shoulder. Tony stood up and followed her out of the door, grabbing his keys as well. Ziva turned around and rolled her eyes, mumbling under her breath, "You are suspended, remember?"

Tony stopped in the middle of the stairs, his arms spread wide, "What? What was that? Oh, another lie? I'm sick of your damn secrets, Ziva! Anything else you wanna tell me?" Nick walked out of his bottom floor apartment, and looked up to his neighbors as the stood on the stairway, yelling at each other.

Ziva had enough, "I lied to you because I had to, Tony. For you and this baby, I lied!"

"You did not have to, Ziva! You could have trusted me. What? Did you think I was going to freak out when you told me? Cause a scene down town like Godzilla? I could have helped you at the doctor, could have been there for you. But no, you took it upon yourself to keep it a secret and lie to me about it. And what's worse, you pulled McGee into it." He pointed to himself and then to Ziva, "This, right here? It's your fault."

Ziva gritted her teeth together, "You will not have to worry about me much longer, Tony. It is obvious that you do not care about me or this baby." They only continued to stare at each other as Ziva continued, "I will be out by the weekend, and you can have your precious bachelor life that you loved so much back. A different girl here every night. That is what you wanted anyway."

Tony scoffed and passed her on the stairs, walking to his car. He opened his car door and turned back to Ziva, who was still on the stairs, "Yeah well, at least they don't lie to me."

Nick looked at Tony as he drove away in his car, and then back up at Ziva, who had tears rolling down her face again. She only gave him a glance as she walked to her own car. He let out a sigh and shook his head.

He didn't mean for that to happen.

The elevator doors dinged open and Ziva let out a sigh as she walked out and into the squad room.

She had originally thought that Tony was going to follow her to work, but then she realized that he turned down the wrong street in her rear view mirror. Oh, and that was right before she nearly slammed into the car in front of her. She cursed Tony again. Even when she was mad at him and he was mad at her he was able to have such an effect on her.

However, as she walked into the bullpen and threw her backpack down on the ground behind her desk, both Gibbs and McGee were not prepared for what they saw.

Ziva David stood behind her desk, looking up at them with absolute blood shot eyes, heavy dark circles under them, like a shadow. They were half closed, and, if Gibbs knew any better, he would assume that she had been drunk and had a wicked hangover that caused her so much pain that she couldn't sleep.

But he knew that that wasn't the truth.

Her hair was down and curly, but extremely frizzy, with hair sticking out every which way. She honestly looked as if she had rolled out of bed, literally, and drove to work.

Gibbs quickly stood up and walked towards her, "Ziver?" He questioned and she just turned slowly towards him with the same drowsy eyes, her head slightly drooping to the side.

"Yes, Gibbs?"

"You...you okay?" He questioned, though he knew the answer.

She just nodded as she went to sit down in her seat, pulling it back and then sitting down. However, instead of sitting down in the seat, she missed and sat down on the ground in front of it. She just sat there, staring at the dark part of the desk in front of her. Gibbs sighed and stared down at her, "You sure you're okay?"

"I am fine." She spat, reaching up and pushing down on her hands, wobbling just slightly. She raised a hand to her head and steadied herself as she made sure that the chair was behind her before sitting down this time. She stared forward, "For your information, Gibbs, I like sitting on the ground."

He didn't even smirk, he just stared down at her, "Ziver." He quietly said, and she looked up at him, as if that was his cue for him to continue. He squatted down and turned her chair towards him, staring up into her tired, bloodshot, brown eyes, "What's going on?"

"Nothing."

He looked at her hands, which were sitting in her lap. He pointed towards one of them, "You're not wearing your engagement ring." She just looked down, "Ziver..." He started again, taking a deep breath, "If there's anything you wanna talk about...."

She shook her head, her vision suddenly becoming extremely blurry thinking about Tony and her engagement ring, "There is nothing, Gibbs." Her voice cracked on his name and he sighed, feeling the pain that was radiating off of his Mossad Liaison Officer, "Nothing..." Carefully, he stood up and wrapped his arms around her, bringing her into a hug. She just rested her head on Gibbs' shoulder, the tears managing not to fall off with her intense blinking.

Shocked, McGee looked at Ziva, their eyes connecting as he realized that, for the first time, McGee saw something.

Ziva.

Crying.

The rest of the day had been filled with a rather awkward silence between the three agents.

It had been slow; not a case or anything to fill up their time. Just paperwork, which reminded Ziva of paper balls being chucked at her, which reminded her of Tony, which made her incredibly angry and sad at the same time.

Long story short, she hadn't been able to get anything done.

McGee had left on his lunch break, and Gibbs was getting ready to go on his when he looked up at his liaison officer. Not able to take it anymore, she had moved to a position where her head was on her crossed arms which sat on her desk. He knew, however, that she wasn't asleep in any way.

He walked over and squatted down in front of her desk, "Hey." He whispered, tapping lightly on her arm, "You want something to eat?" He questioned as she looked up at him, brushing the hair, and tears, away from her face, "I'll go and get you something. Just about to go out myself." He gave her a small smile, and, for once, he felt as if he was treating her like a small kid, not like a grown adult that could kill him with one flick of her wrist.

"No." She shook her head, "No thank you, Gibbs."

"You're eating for two now, Ziva. You gotta eat something."

She sighed and realized that he was right. As much as food didn't sound particularly appealing, she had a killer headache, she knew that she was supposed to eat. If anything, the baby would love her and not accuse her of lying.

And hate her.

She stood up and grabbed her wallet out of her drawer, placing it into her pocket before holstering her gun, "You don't need that." Gibbs said, pointing to the weapon. She just looked up at him as she holstered her badge.

Her eyes were suddenly angry, "We might run into DiNozzo." She responded.

Gibbs just smirked, but let it quickly drop as he motioned her towards the elevator.

He hoped that, for DiNozzo's health, he didn't show up where they were going.

Once at the restaurant, Gibbs had instructed her to find a table, insisting that he was not only going to pay for it, but also going to pick out something he was sure she was going to love. Sighing, Ziva really didn't want to argue, and she chose a small table for two in the very back corner of the restaurant.

She idly picked at the wood of the table before Gibbs arrived with their food, setting the sandwich, fries, and bottle of water down in front of her. He set down his coffee, fries, and sandwich in front of himself before taking a seat and setting the tray down onto the ground.

They ate in silence for a while before Gibbs realized that she was only picking at her food, not actually eating it. Swallowing the lump he had in his throat, he pointed towards it, "You want something else?" He questioned.

"No, no, this is actually perfect."

He sighed, "You gotta eat something."

"I know." She mumbled before taking a bite of the sandwich, slowly chewing it before setting it down, "This is stupid, Gibbs." She finally said, nearly throwing the food down onto the table. Gibbs just stared at her as he took another bite of his food.

"What is?"

"Tony and I called off the engagement last night. Actually..." she sighed, "He did."

"And you couldn't sleep last night, because of it."

"That is completely unprofessional." She said, staring him into the eyes.

He put his hands up and leaned back in his seat, nodding, "Yeah. You're right." He believed that admitting defeat to the woman that not only was extremely upset, had the ability to kill him with a flick of her wrist, and had temperamental mood swings because of her pregnancy, was the best thing that he could do. Besides, there was no sense in arguing with Ziva. You'd never win. And right now, she was just so emotionally distraught that it definitely was the best thing he could do. Admitting a wrong was the first step with her, even if that did mean slightly going against his own rules.

"Not you." She quietly said, "What I did."

"No it's not." He shook his head, leaning towards her, "Even when you cry, you're the strongest damn person I know."

"I should not have cried." She sighed, "I do not understand why Tony has such an affect on me...."

"Because you love him." She snapped her eyes up at his, "Come on, Ziva, you didn't truly think that you were just going to...fall out of love with him so quickly, did you?" She just stared at him, "Now, DiNozzo didn't truly soak in the fact that he's going to be a father. And when he does, he'll come around. Just you watch."

"I am moving out this weekend." She said, shortly, almost angrily, "And I do not appreciate the fact that you were watching us last night." Gibbs just stared at her before standing up and starting away from the table.

"Hey!" he shouted, "Where you going?"

She stopped and turned back towards him, "To get a to-go bag." She informed him, walking to the counter and then coming back to the table, throwing the french fries and sandwich in.

"Ziva..." Gibbs sighed, "Come on, Ziva." She stopped and stared at the bag. Gibbs knew that look. She wasn't telling him everything that had happened, "That's not the only thing that's on your mind."

She took in a deep, shaky breath, "He does not want the baby."

"DiNozzo loves kids!" he defended.

She looked up at him, staring him straight in the eyes, "Not mine." And with that, she grabbed the bag and left the restaurant. All Gibbs could do was watch her retreating form disappear quickly down the street.

Gibbs returned to the squad room and gave Ziva a warning glance, as the paper bag she brought back from the restaurant was in her trashcan. He sat down at his desk, and not a second later, his cell phone rang from it's position on his belt and he flipped it open, "Yeah, Gibbs." McGee perked up in hopes that it would be a new case, and Ziva honestly didn't care. "Yeah." Gibbs stood and walked past the four desks.

McGee looked over at the Israeli and furrowed his eyebrows together.

"Ziva, you okay?

She snapped out of the trance she was in, "Yes Tim. I am fine."

"You seem..." He hat to be careful with the word he chose, "...distracted."

She shook her head, "No, I am fine." And returned to her paperwork.

But she wasn't fine. She lost her fiancee, hopes for a family, house all within a few hours of each other.

And it was killing her.

Gibbs walked into Cynthia's office, and only glanced at her as he yanked on the handle of the silver door, pushing it open quickly. "You called, Leon?"

"Yes, Agent Gibbs." The Director replied, and stood from his desk, holding two brown folders, something that the special agent did not want to see.

"Don't even go there." He spat, and Leon chuckled sarcastically.

"I haven't even said anything yet."

"I know that, but I know what those folders are and I know what you're about to say. I don't want to hear it."

"I may surprise you, Gibbs." Leon said and the brown folders to him, with 'NCIS' printed on the outside. "These are two new agents."

"Why do I need a new Agent?"

"Since DiNozzo's big mouth got him suspended, and when he gets back, desk work."

"Wait a second." Gibbs put his hand up for emphasis, "You're telling me, that because DiNozzo said something you didn't like, you're suspending him for three days and then giving him desk work?"

"It's not only what he said, Gibbs. It's what he did." Gibbs smirked and threw the folders on his desk.

"I need my senior field agent on the field, Leon."

"I was trying to help you there."

"I don't want a new agent, I want my senior field agent. I've only got one that can go on the field now."

"Two, McGee and David."

"No. One. McGee. David is...unable to."

"What the hell does that mean? DiNozzo went off grid without my permission to bring her back, so I assumed that she would work."

"She can't, Leon. She's pregnant."

"Pregnant? When in the hell was she going to tell me about this?"

"Soon, I'd imagine."

He picked up the two brown folders again, pointing them at Gibbs, "Then you take both of these agents. As temporary replacements for David and DiNozzo."

"No. Don't need them. All I need is DiNozzo back on the field."

"Not your choice, Agent Gibbs." Gibbs only smirked and turned to walk out of the room, when Vance spoke again, "While we're on the subject..." Gibbs stared at him, his blue eyes could probably kill somebody, "...which one are you going to move to a different team? Dah-Veed or DiNozzo."

"Neither."

"When they get married, they cannot work on the same team, Gibbs."

"They're not getting married, Leon. The wedding is off. And so are your rearranging plans." Gibbs snapped and slammed the silver door behind him.


Three empty beer bottles sat in front of him on the table next to an empty pizza box.

After he had followed Ziva to the restaurant with Gibbs, in which he had watched her storm out and back to NCIS, he had come straight home, changed into his sweat pants and a sweatshirt, ordered a pizza, and then flopped down onto the couch.

The only good thing on TV was the news, and even Tony didn't want to watch that. After about thirty to forty-five minutes of watching ESPN, he realized that they were just showing the same information over and over again in a continuous reel.

He had popped in a movie or two, but halfway through he ended up muting.

And he never, ever muted James Bond.

And then, halfway through the halfway through of the muting, he just completely turned it off, starting into the bedroom and picking up the pair of jeans he had strewn on the ground, reaching into one of the pockets and pulling out her engagement ring. He sighed and stared at it, taking in a deep breath. He smiled slightly. Still smelled like her in the bedroom.

He then growled, remembering that she had lied to him. Upon hearing a knock on the door, he shoved the ring into his pocket and then started towards it, opening it up. He frowned, "Nick." He spat as his greeting.

He smiled sheepishly at him, his hands shoved into his pockets, "Yeah..." he shifted on his feet, "Hey Tony...can I come in?"

"Why?"

"Uh..." He started, confused, "Cause it's kinda private and I don't want everyone to hear me."

"What's it about?"

"That phone call from me last night."

Tony just stepped out of the way, "Get in." Nick gave him a small smile and walked into the apartment. Tony closed the door behind him. Nick walked to the coffee table and then turned around.

"I'm just gonna be real honest with you, Tony." He started.

Tony chuckled, "Yeah, that'd be nice after the past events."

"This morning...I heard you and Ziva arguing."

"Yeah." Tony said, nodding, as if confirming that he wasn't seeing things, "What about it?"

"I..." He paused, "I didn't mean for that to happen."

"Oh yeah?" He demanded, "Then what did you mean to happen?"

"Look, I don't want you two to fight." He said, "I just thought that you'd like to know..."

"Know what?" Tony asked, raising his voice a couple of octaves, "Know that my ex-fiancee has been lying to me?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, " He put his hands up, "Ex-fiancee?"

"Yeah." Tony confirmed. It was his turn to shove his hands into his pockets, "We broke up last night."

"Wait, broke up broke up or just...no wedding break up?"

He shrugged, "I don't know. And she's moving out this weekend I just..." He stopped abruptly and looked up at him, "I think it's time for you to go."

He nodded slowly and walked towards the door, "Look, Tony." He paused, turning around to face him again, "I...I just wanted to say I'm sorry." he nodded, as if he was confirming that what he was saying was real, "I didn't mean for-"

Tony looked up at him and nodded, once, "I know...but it did."

Another hour passed, and Ziva was incredibly bored, restless, tired, upset, angry, and sad. She didn't want to sit there anymore. She stood from her desk, and Gibbs and McGee only looked at her as she walked out of the squad room.

"Hey boss."

"Yeah McGee?"

"Is she going to be ok?"

Gibbs let out a sigh, "Eventually."

She got into the back elevator and thought about the places she could go. She was way too tired to work out at the gym, not to mention the damage she could do to the punching bag, imagining it was Tony's head.

Not wanting to hear a lecture from Ducky, that left only one place.

Abby's lab.

Ziva groaned. She didn't really want to go there, because she knew Abby would know something was wrong, and they'd have to talk about Tony. But, it was the only place that wasn't the squad room. She clicked the button and the silver doors closed in front of her. A few seconds later, the elevator arrived at it's destination and she walked out. She could already hear the music blasting from 'Labby' and that made her not want to go in there even more. Much to her relief, when Abby spotted her, she muted it.

"Hey Ziva!" She said and threw her arms around her. Ziva patted her back lightly and Abby backed up from her, confused, "What's wrong?"

Ziva shook her head, "Nothing Abby-"

"Ziva do not lie to me! I know when somethings wrong. What's. Wrong?"

Ziva sighed, she knew she would have to tell her sometime, "Abby I...We...Tony broke off the engagement last night." Abby took two more steps from her and put her hand over her mouth. "I am...moving out this weekend."

"No! That can't be true! You two love each other!"

Ziva shrugged, "Not anymore. Tony does not care about me. Or this baby."

"Wait a second...DiNozzo broke off your engagement when he knew about the baby?" Ziva only nodded, "That's not like him! What is wrong with him? I'm gonna kill him."

"He is furious because I 'lied' to him when I did not tell him when I found out I was pregnant."

"But you only did that because..."

"I told him. He says that I do not trust him."

"I am here for you, Ziva. If you need help killing him and hiding the body, I'm all for it. You know that I can kill somebody and leave no forensic evidence. We would never be caught!"

Ziva half smiled, "I do not want to kill him, Abby. I think that he will be happy again living on his own with nothing to worry about. And he will have that soon." She put her hands on Abby's forearms, "Thank you for everything you did for the wedding. I was...very excited." She couldn't hold the tears anymore as they rolled down her face. Abby responded by throwing her arms around her, squeezing her tightly. Even though it was just about a death grip, it was what Ziva needed.

A friend.


Two more empty beer bottles sat in front of him, accompanying his other three.

The anger that he felt towards Ziva and her lying attributes were slowly fading away with the more beer that he drank. The TV still muted, he flipped the channels.

After Nick's visit, he had wanted nothing more than to get his mind off of Ziva and, basically, everything about her. He didn't really understand why, but that may have been because of the many beers that he had drunk.

Flipping through some more channels, he heard a key turn in the lock and he snapped his head up, as much as he could in his slightly drunk state, and stared at the door as it opened up.

Ziva David.

His eyes went back to the TV, narrowing them at the screen before he stood up, stumbling to find his step as he looked at her, "David."

"DiNozzo." She spat back, and then ran her eyes up and down his body. She couldn't help but let her mouth drop slightly open, "You are drunk!"

"No, I'm not." Tony said, not even bothering to grin like he normally would. He walked towards her, but Ziva noticed that he was having trouble walking in a straight line. But he was right; he was definitely not drunk. Tipsy, though. Extremely tipsy, she might add.

As he neared her, she backed away from him, completely and utterly annoyed at the man, "I cannot believe that you are drunk, Tony! See, this is what I'm talking about, you are just a..a..." She fumbled with the word, "Pine!"

"Swine, Ziva." He sighed, shaking his head, "Swine! And besides, that's the term for a girl pig, like you." And with that, she didn't care. She smacked him across the face, her palm vibrating against his skin. He turned his head slightly to the side and she let her mouth drop open, almost shocked that she actually hit him. She stared at her hand, which was still in the air and then looked at Tony. He rubbed his cheek with his hand and she noticed the red tinge it was starting to take.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry Tony I-" She stopped and then realized that she was still mad at him. And he was still mad at her. She furrowed her eyebrows together and stormed past him, towards the bedroom.

He followed her down the hallway, grabbing onto her wrist, spinning her back around to face him, "What do you want, Tony?" She demanded, "Obviously not the baby."

"Look-"

"Obviously not me!" She cut off.

"Zi-"

"No, Tony, listen to me!"

"Nuh-uh!" He shouted, letting go of her wrist and pushing it away, "You're gonna listen to me, sugar puff. I'm not listening to anymore of your stupid lies, you're gonna listen to me, and you're gonna listen good. Because it's the truth, got it?"

She just narrowed her eyes at him, "Do not play me, Tony."

"What?" he demanded, "Like you played me? With McGee? In that stupid little game of yours? Well for your information, I don't particularly like being a Mossad Assassin's government lab rat that you run tests on."

"I am not running any 'tests'-" She put up air quotations to make a point, "On you, Tony. Have you ever even thought, has the idea made it through your rock hard skull that I did what I did to protect you?"

"Protect me?" He scoffed, "Protect me? Protection from what?"

She lowered her voice, to almost a whisper before she spoke, "From yourself, Tony. Think about what would have happened if I had informed you that I was pregnant before either of us knew that the baby inside of me was yours or not?" He just stared at her, "Exactly." She nodded, "I would never hear the end of it."

"I could have been there for you." He growled, "I would have understood."

"No you would not." She shook her head, her voice now lowered and quiet, "You obviously do not know what you are doing either. If you knew the whole time that this engagement was going to be a bad idea, then why did you do it in the first place?" He had no answer for her, "You do not want this baby-" She placed her hands over her stomach, "And you do not want me. I want you to be happy, Tony, and if that means leaving your life completely, then that is exactly what I am going to do. I am leaving this weekend, and I am going take up the offer that Vance gave me to be transferred to another team....in Tel Aviv."

Tony just...stared. He honestly didn't know what to say. Her eyes were burning with anger and she backed away from him, her voice low but extremely angry. He'd be dead if looks could kill, "At least all Jarib did was sleep with another woman." She spat before disappearing into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

And, for the first time, the distance between them was felt, both physically and emotionally in Tony's heart.

The comment about Jarib had really hit Tony hard. He didn't think that Ziva would have stooped so low and compared him to her cheating ex-boyfriend.

He knew he had screwed up.

As Ziva would say, large time.