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Tony sits alone in his apartment later that week watching one of his various James Bond movies. He is surprised by how quickly all of this has moved, and also by how strange everything has become. It feels like only yesterday that he was running after Ziva at that ball, and now it was a week later and he'd been shot, had surgery, spent a few days in hospital, and watched a handful of movies in his typical bed rest boredom.

He is surprised when Ziva knocks on his door that night; she has not seen him since that day in the hospital and he was starting to wonder if he'd done something wrong.

"Can I come in?" she asks, and he opens the door wider, allowing her access. The place is a mess, and she has to shove a pizza box off the couch in order to take a seat. He sits as well, and she nods toward his arm in a sling and still padded shoulder.

"How is the shoulder?" she asks politely.

"Alright," he says. "Lovin' the painkillers."

Her mind flicks back to the time when he had a broken nose and she grins at the memory. "I have no doubt that you would be."

He looks at her for a moment. Then, "Did I do something? Or say something?"

"Excuse me?"

"You know, when I was bleeding everywhere and probably thought I was dying. I don't remember much and I was just wondering if I did or said anything to you that I might regret and that might be causing you to act this way." It comes out in a crazy rush, and at the look on her face he wishes he could take it back.

She shakes her head slightly and gives him a strange look. "Not that I can recall. You did make a few obscene comments, but nothing out of the ordinary."

He seems relieved. "Okay..."

"Why would you think that?" she asks. "What could you have said?"

"Oh, nothing. I was just wondering, you know, since you've been so distant and all." He says it in a conversational manner, but his words hold real meaning.

"I have not been distant."

"You have too!" he fires back. "You haven't even seen me since the hospital."

"I am here now, am I not?" She seems agitated.

"Well it took you long enough. If it were you injured I would be there in a heartbeat!"

This was not how she had intended this to go. She had just wanted to see how he was and instead they were having a full blown argument.

"I-" she begins, but he cuts her off.

"And while we're on the topic of you being injured, you still haven't levelled with me about you being in a hospital gown. What was that all about? And don't say a check up, because there is no way they would keep you that long if there was nothing wrong!"

She stands suddenly, and begins to stumble away, tripping over a table in the process. "I, uh, have to go."

"What?" he says in disbelief. "You just got here! You can't get out of this that easily."

"This is not an excuse." She is at the door. "I really have to leave. I forgot there was something I had to do." Her hand is on the doorknob.

He stands too. "Stop."

"I cannot..." She pulls open the door.

The he is beside her, pushing it shut again. "What the hell is going on here?"

She sticks one foot in the door to prevent it from shutting the entire way. "I am sorry."

And before he knows it, she is gone; a pizza box on the floor, a faint whiff of jasmine, and a cold breeze from the still open door are the only reminders of her ever being there at all.

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