A.N: So I was a bit naughty and wrote another chapter instead of doing my assignments and study... So no it was not a week but after the next update it will be a week before I update due to exams... :/ Once I am finished those and my last assignments then I have 5 wonderful weeks to write! :D Here is the next chapter and I hope you enjoy!

"I do not think he is the killer."

She looked around at the three stunned agents who were all very confused as to why she didn't think he was the killer. They had evidence, photographs, in his room! Yet she still didn't believe it was him. He was genuinely sad and there was no recognition until she pulled out the photo of herself. No one said a word for a while and she just stared at the floor not knowing what else to say.

"I do not think he is the killer…" She repeated still trying to understand herself and what lead her to believe it.

"Why not?" Gibbs finally asked looking at her pale state alarmed.

"There was no recognition, no hint that he was lying, he was… sad?"

"Okay…" McGee opened his mouth to say something else but closed it again with a quizzical brow.

"Did he know how they got in his room?"

"No idea." She looked up at Tony when answering his question, her expression as puzzled as his as she tried to figure out a possible explanation in her head.

"Fornell and Addison are checking his room now so we will see what they come up with." Gibbs walked over and ushered Ziva to a chair before walking into the room they were using as interrogation and shutting the door behind him. The three of them sat in silence for a while all trying to think of possible explanations, all coming up with the same thought.

"He was framed?" Tony pulled a chair up to where Ziva was sitting and McGee followed shortly after.

"He would be a good target."

"Yes… But he was so… Charming and everything with me, I thought he was just trying to 'lure' me in. Do you think he is really like that?" She looked up deep in thought and was feeling terrible for having a fake relationship with a man that may turn out to be so very decent. Tony saw her expression and couldn't help but feel a little jealous at the thought she may actually like the man; he was still a suspect.

"Do you really think it wasn't him?"

"McGoo, are you daring to question her impeccable judgement?" He looked over at her slightly worried but she only gave a small smile back before answering.

"Yes, I mean… Well he would have to be an amazing actor."

"I guess we will just have to see what they find in his room."

"I know what you mean Ziva." Gibbs closed the door behind him as he walked towards the three agents sitting in the middle of the room. After fifteen minutes he had gotten nothing but pleas of innocence which were very convincing.

"So do you think it could be him possibly?" Tony asked, secretly hopeful.

"I doubt it, but we will see." Tony couldn't help but feel that little bit disappointed, he wanted this Op to be over and he still in a way felt a little jealous. He had no idea why, Ziva couldn't possibly have any sort of feelings for him… Could she? He disregarded the thought as soon as it entered his mind; he saw how she acted around him recently. He looked up at her and she seemed distanced in a way, he decided that later he would talk to her over their usual midnight hot chocolates. They all sat in silence for a minute or two before Fornell and Addison came through the front door of the safe house.

"Get anything?" Ryan held up a small evidence bag to the group with a crooked, half smile on his face. He walked directly over to where Ziva sat and held it out so she could examine the contents.

"Do you recognise it?"

"No, it is not mine." She handed back the gold chain which was strung through a gold heart pendent. "Did you find it in his apartment?" He simply nodded as McGee took the evidence bag off him. His eyes widened at the necklace and he rushed over to where his laptop sat with everyone not far behind.

"What is it McGee?"

"Well these are the photos of the 12 victims I sent to Abby and take a look at…" He flicked through all the photos for quite some time before finally enlarging one. "This," she looked as if she was in her late 20's and from an Indian background with her dark hair in waves around her face. One thing stood out to everyone straight away as they saw the photograph; a gold heart pendent hanging around her neck. Ziva's eyes widened as they fixed on the piece of fine metal in the evidence bag to the heart around her neck, no doubt a match.

"Send it to Abby, McGee." She stared at the necklace around her neck wondering how it could be him, how she could have gotten it so wrong. She felt angry at herself for falling into his trap, his charms; and she needed to get away.

"Are you sure it wasn't him Ziva?" Tony turned around and his eyes searched the room for her, but she was nowhere to be seen. "Ziva?"

She spent the rest of the day walking the lengths of the beach, sorting through a million thoughts that continued to race through her mind; a jumbled mess that she could only wish to get rid of. She eventually went for another swim in the ocean and could only smirk to herself about the reaction she may get if Tony were to find her. After enjoying a relaxing afternoon which she knew she would get into strife for (although she didn't care); she had a hot shower, ordered room service and spent most of the night flicking through the TV channels.

She laid spread across the Sofa and her eyelids felt heavy as she battled with them to stay awake. Wearily she lifted her head to look up at the alarm clock, to see the red digits stating that it was 00:18.

"Time for bed." She groaned to herself as she sat up rubbing her eyes. She almost moaned out loud as she heard the dreaded knocking at the door and wondered whether she should pretend to be asleep. She was in no mood for visitors. She sat there for a moment hoping that whoever it was would leave but after about twenty seconds another knock came with an introduction after.

"Hey Ziva, its Tony… I know you're awake, the lights are on…" She liked the midnight visits from Tony usually but after everything that had happened in the last 36 hours and her exhausted state she just wanted him to go away so she could crash into bed. She stood up and shuffled along to the door and opened it slowly rubbing her eyes and yawning so he would get the hint. He was smirking at her with two cups when she looked up at him and when he pushed past her to get inside she realised… He obviously didn't get the hint.

"Come on in…" She said under her breath before shutting the door and spinning around to face him. "This is going to have to be a short visit tonight, I am tired Tony."

"Okay, after chocolate." He held up the cup shaking it slightly and she let out a sigh before smiling and taking the cup off him.

"Toda" She took a seat back on the sofa and started to quickly drink the hot liquid.

"Woah, you sure are drinking that fast. You want to get rid of me that bad?" She looked up at him trying to suppress the humorous smile.

"Sorry, I am just tired." He took his cup and sat next to her as they drank in silence before he finally spoke.

"Hey, you just left today. You alright?" She had to force herself not to roll her eyes as she could see where the conversation was heading. I am too tired for this.

"Yes I am fine. I just needed some air." They both sat in silence again for a while as they drank but he couldn't drop the topic of this morning so he again tried to push it.

"They have enough evidence to try and prosecute. Do you think he still didn't do it?"

"I am not sure. He was just so… It was something you could not fake, the look in his eyes." She looked up to see him slightly frowning and she tried to clarify. "Do you remember when you were framed?" He closed his eyes momentarily and nodded.

"Yes I do."

"I have been thinking… The crime scene for the girl you supposedly murdered. It was very planned and set out well… I mean by the planting of evidence."

"Yeah…" He gave her a quizzical look as he tried to follow where she was leading.

"I was thinking. Would you really be that careless to leave that girls necklace in your room as well as those photos? I found the photos under the mattress, it's too…"

"Planted."

"Yes, if he is as deceiving and smart as he comes across to be, than why would he be so foolish in leaving evidence around?"

"Yeah, if he was that careless he would have been caught sooner…" He laughed as he realised her point of view, she was right. It wasn't him, how could it be so easy?

"He did not even make a move on me, he was a total gentleman; and he always seemed worried about me. Even in my mental state the other night." She forced a laugh and Tony's expressions softened as he thought of last night's fiasco.

"You still don't remember who…"

"No" She shook her head looking down at the empty cup in her hands. She did not feel like sleeping after her conversation and instead of ushering Tony out she reached across and switched on the TV. Eventually her lack of sleep got the better of her and she again leaned against Tony's side subconsciously and fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.

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