Hey all my readers! Thank you for being so patient with me. And to those of you who liked the original chapter 2, I'll put it back up, but the reason I edited it was because I have a younger sister and I didn't want her to read it. It might have been a little too much for her.

But it looks like she's not interested in my ramblings, so after I update, I'll restore the original chapter 2 that y'all liked so much ;)

Without further ado, here's the fourth chapter(: enjoy!

That night, Ziva was at her house, sitting on her bed with a hot cup of tea in her hand. She hadn't taken a single drink. There were too many things running through her head.

The hours ticked on.

11:09. Her eyelids were closing.

12:00 am. She was asleep, the cold cup of tea on her bedside table.

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Tony fully expected the desk across from him to be empty. But the elevator dinged, and Ziva David walked in, right on time. She hadn't even sat down when Gibbs told her that Director Shephard wanted to see her in her office.

Ziva went with a heavy heart. She knew she wasn't coming back.

For all the things I thought I'd be kicked out for, this was not one of them.

But she realized she wasn't sorry. At least she was kicked out for doing something she wanted to do, and not snapping an important ambassador's neck from Kenya because he insulted her necklace, and therefore, her religion.

Not that she ever did that.

Ziva reached the door and knocked loudly. "Come in," came the reply.

Ziva pushed the door open and entered. She stood in front of the desk, awaiting the director's attention. Finally, the woman behind the desk looked up.

"Officer David," she started. Ziva held her breath. She knew what was coming next. "You are going to stay here at NCIS."

Ziva opened one eye. What? Was she dreaming? She opened the other one. No, she was pretty sure she was awake. She tried to hide a grin but was unsuccessful. "Thank you, Director Shephard."

"Please, call me Jenny," the redhead smiled. "Ziva, I have been privately rooting for you and Tony. I am not going to kick you out, but you must promise me that this goes no further than this office. As far as anyone else knows, I am completely unaware of this situation.

Ziva had to restrain herself from throwing herself at the director and hugging her. "Thank you so much," she whispered and backed out.

She sprinted down the stairs and threw herself at Tony. "I'm not leaving!" she whispered in his ear. Tony grinned and squeezed her tightly.

Ziva opened her eyes and shoved him away. He looked at her with a confused look and she said, "Jenny said I was not to let this go any further than McGee, Abby, Gibbs, and, of course, Jenny."

"Very good, Officer David," he said in an English accent. Ziva chuckled.

"Hey! Back to work!" Gibbs exclaimed. He'd materialized out of thin air.

Tony jumped.

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"Boss, where are we going?" Tony asked.

"We are going to arrest Tills' husband. Do you even remember the case, DiNozzo?" Gibbs looked sideways at him, but the intensity of the glare was not lost. Tony swallowed. "O-of course I do, Boss." He scoffed. "Why wouldn't I?" He realized what he'd said. "Don't answer that," he said quickly. Gibbs smiled and hit the brakes. Tony jerked forward. "Oh, don't forget your seatbelt, DiNozzo." Gibbs said. Tony glared at his back and Ziva laughed behind him. "Shut up, David," he snapped. Ziva looked at him quizzically. Tony fought to keep a straight face and failed.

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The man who was supposedly Tills' husband fidgeted nervously in the interrogation room. Tony and Ziva were behind the glass, and they were the only ones behind the glass. "There's something about interrogation rooms that makes me realize how sexy you are," Tony said to Ziva. She elbowed him. "Ow!" he protested. "Hey, Ziva…isn't that your necklace?" He pointed to the corner of the room. Sure enough, a gold glint was reflected off the lights.

Ziva gasped and her hand flew to her neck. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed. "How did it—why didn't I—"

"Th-this isn't the room that we—" Tony was cut off when the door flew open and Gibbs stormed into the room. He yanked out a chair opposite the scumbag and began to pepper him with questions. Twenty minutes into it, Gibbs leaned back and caught a glimpse of the Star of David necklace. He stood up slowly and picked it up. He turned to the glass and pressed it against the glass. Ziva flinched. "Uhh…" she stammered. Gibbs dropped it in his pocket.

Tony felt something snaking around his waist. Ziva's arm. It pulled him closer to her. She leaned against him for support and Tony thought she was crying.

She was laughing so hard tears were coming out of her eyes. Tony was shocked but her laugh was infectious. He kissed her and this time, he felt her tears, but they weren't sad.

Abby threw open the door. "Hi guys—" she stopped. "Oh, sorry, I-I'll come back…"

"No!" Ziva exclaimed. "You can stay. We're sorry. We thought we were alone."

Abby grinned. "You're never alone here." She said, turning around and pulling up her shirt. Tattooed low on her back were a pair of eyes.

"Creepy," Tony commented.

"Aww, Tony, thank you!" Abby said. She ran and hugged him. Ziva laughed.

"David, here," Gibbs had once again, shown up silently. He threw the chain at her. "I believe that this is yours. I don't want to see it anywhere but your neck."

"Gibbs, guess what?" Abby said. "He's guilty! I found his prints on the gun that was used to kill our victim and his hair has traces of her blood in it. Oh, and he has no alibi."

"Yeah, well, he seems to think he's innocent." Gibbs told her.

Abby dropped the file and ran out the door. Seconds later she was in the interrogation room with the scumbag. She stood in front of him, said a couple of things, and walked back out. "He's guilty," she sang as she collected her files and skipped back down to the lab. Gibbs was dumbfounded, quite an interesting sight.

Tony choked on his own tongue when he saw the man look under his chair and pull out a black bra.

"We have to be more careful," Ziva said.

"You think?" Gibbs smacked Tony on the back of the head.