A.N: Sorry It is again short but im bogged down with assignments, exams and life so its better than nothing right? So didn't get to 14 reviews... got to 10 amazing ones but so im stoked! haha thanks so much again guys! :D :D So here it is!

She watched as he left the apartment, blankets drawn in around her as she sat cross legged on the massive bed. He had offered to stay but she politely refused not wanting him to see her psychotic behaviour again. She still didn't seem to remember how she ended up in Tony's arms and what had happened to her. All she remembered was a yelling match between herself and Tony before… Somalia. She was troubled by the fact she had not had any dreams about it for quite some months, and the thoughts seemed to stay out; but she ended up on the ground having a panic attack. Her head throbbed as the lack of sleep mixed with a massive hangover began to kick in and she got up to fumble around for some paracetamol. Crap… Have none. She sat back down on the bed and a sudden thought occurred to her. Oh no, he is going to tell Gibbs.

She quickly grabbed a longish coat that would cover the daggy shorts and Tee she had on and raced from the room. She just hopped that Tony hadn't made it out of the hotel yet as she ran down the hallway for the lift, pushing the down button repetitively. The elevator seemed to be stopping at every floor as she watched the numbers go up slowly. When it got to the fourth floor she ran for the stairs not being able to risk waiting any longer, and began to fly down them skipping two at a time. By the time she reached the bottom the world was spinning and her head was throbbing even more, forcing her to stop for a moment to regain a sense of balance before pushing her way out of the fire exit. She ran out of the small stairwell onto the ground floor when she collided with a man.

"I am so sorry." She said briefly before trying to rush off again but was stopped with a hand around her wrist. She looked up at the man's face and a sense of fear crossed over her.

"Leilah?" He looked down worried at her ragged appearance. Her hair was half wet and in messy ringlets that framed her flushed face; her eyes were blood shot and they were framed by dark circles. "Hey are you alright?" She wouldn't make eye contact as she frantically searched for Tony's face around the lobby.

"Yeah I am fine." She said in a hoarse voice not paying much attention to him. She had to leave now if she had any chance of catching Tony.

"You don't look fine; here I will walk you back to your room." His hand gently traced down the side of her face and she flinched away, an image flashing through her mind of earlier tonight. She remembered someone kissing her, grabbing at her, not stopping… She couldn't tell who it was. "Leilah?" He saw the change in her expression as she remembered the earlier events and she quickly pulled away from him, running towards the front doors. She ignored the doorman's inquires after her as she pushed her way through the large glass doors into the cool night air. She searched frantically for him as she tried to adjust to the light change and finally saw a man walking away into the darkness.

"Tony!" He spun around, shocked, to see a silhouette against the lights from the entry to the hotel; the accent was unmistakable. His first reaction was to panic, why had she run all the way down stairs for him? He started to walk towards her and she hurried to close the rest of the distance.

"Ziva, what's wrong?"

"Please do not tell Gibbs." She got out through sharp breaths as she puffed. Again the world was spinning and she felt a warm hand around her elbow to steady her.

"Ziva, you need to lie down."

"No, I am fine… Just please… promise me you will not tell Gibbs." She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. If Gibbs found out that Tony had kept it from him then he would go mad, but she was pleading with him and he couldn't refuse.

"On one condition; you come with me back to your room and you are going to sleep." She was too tired to argue and nodded wearily before being taken by the elbow and led back inside.

She sat on the edge of the couch with her head in her hands as Tony grabbed her a glass of water. The headache had now quickly turned into a migraine as she sat there shaking uncontrollably.

"Did you take anything for it?" He said when handing her the glass.

"I… do not have anything." She stuttered out and he looked down at her concerned. This was not just a normal hangover, she had a migraine which was making her physically sick and she could barely move. She would have to be in a lot of pain to let her guard down and let him help her and that's exactly what she was doing.

"Hey, I am going to run down stairs and grab something for your head; but let's get you to the bed first. You will be much more comfortable." She shook her head not looking up and barely moving as she winced.

"I cannot move; I am fine here."

"Ziva you can't stay on the couch, it will only make it worse." She again shook her head; she was obviously in no condition to even walk the short distance to the bed. "I am going to carry you, you can't stay here Ziva." He hesitated to see if she would object but there was no movement. So he took that for no objections as he leant down and scooped her into his arms. She leant her head against his chest as one arm loosely hung around his neck; he had never seen her like this before and it was distressing to see her in so much obvious pain as well as being so sick that it had impaired her movement. He gently put her down on the bed and she shivered as he pulled the covers up around her; not once did she open her eyes. He quickly ran around and turned all the lights off before kneeling on the floor next to the bed.

"I'm just going to grab some painkillers for you. Are you going to be ok?" She nodded weakly and he squeezed her hand before leaving the room.

He walked back into her apartment to see her in the same position he had left her in. Her knees were brought up to her chest and she shook; a look of discomfort and pain in her face.

"Ziva, I got some painkillers. Are you awake?" He saw her nod slowly, not moving anything else. He went to grab the glass of water she left on the coffee table and opened the packet of small round tablets. "I got the strongest ones without prescription; you need to sit up to take them." He watched as she slowly tried to sit up but fell back down into the pillow again. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her up against his side so she could lean on him before passing her the tablets in her trembling hand. He watched as she slowly took them and knew that she was extremely ill and should probably tell Gibbs; but seeing her plead to him not to tell him about the first incident he could hardly say anything now. "Ziva, if you do not get better by the morning or get worse I am going to have to tell Gibbs… about everything." He felt her nod into his side and he brushed away the hair that was stuck to the side of her face. He gently rested her back on the pillow before walking around the other side of the bed and sliding under the covers.

"Tony…" Her voice cracked as she slurred the words barely audible. "What are you doing?"

"I am not leaving you like this." He leant across the bed and kissed her on the temple before settling back on his side and closing his eyes, falling into a well deserved sleep.

He got woken by a soft whimpering and movement from the other side of the bed as he tried to remember where he was. He rolled over to see Ziva, her head rolling back and forward on the pillow and her hands grabbing the sheets tightly in her fists. He started to get worried when she took in sharp breaths and her whimpering became louder.

"Ziva?"

"Tony please, my head… my head." He reached over and turned on the light as he looked over her. Her hair was soaked as sweat poured down her face and a red rash spread across part of her face and down her neck. He quickly felt her temperature and realised it was through the roof as he pealed the blankets off her, seeing the red rash across her arms and legs. She rolled her head back and forward in pain and her breaths came in gasps as she struggled for air.

"Ziva! Ziva, I am going to call an ambulance." He quickly grabbed his cell and punched in the three numbers you always knew but never wanted to ever have to use. He quickly told the paramedic the situation and the address of the hotel before rushing back to Ziva's side. She was barely conscious as her head continued to roll back and forth in pain. "Ziva hang in there, you are going to be fine." God she better be fine…

A.N: *Dramatic music* OMG whats going to happen next! Only I know mhwahahahaha! Anywhooo Please pretty please review my lovelys! :D Tell me what you think!

Shalom,

Keely :o)