A.N: Hey guys here is your update! It is alot shorter than the last chapter and I am sorry but I am leaving to go on holidays in like an hour now so this is all I had time for! Thanks for the lovely reviews and to everyone who follows! I would love to get a review from everyone who read this just so I can get an idea of who is following and who is liking it! Because my ff is playing up a bit so I am not sure haha. I hope you enjoy!

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Team Gibbs was standing outside Ziva's room late at night and the mood seemed to be the brightest it has been all week. Abby was optimistic about the whole situation to everyone's surprise by comparing it to Gibbs memory loss a few years back.

" At least she remembers all of us and she remembers being in NCIS. I mean Gibbs you forgot all of us! And I don't think I could go through that again!" She paused as she looked through the glass window to her best friends sleeping form. "If only she forgot Somalia as well…" Tony tried to tune out of the conversation but it was proven difficult.

"Abs her memory loss may only be very temporary, the scans should be back any minute now." Their team leader gave the hyperactive scientist dressed in black a quick squeeze and planted a kiss to her temple. The team then stood in anticipation as they waited for the doctor to return with the results. It was about five minutes before the lanky brunette man stopped at the nurses' station to grab a file before strolling over to the nervous group.

"Sorry about the wait but one of my patients was in great discomfort and I had to administer some stronger drugs." He smiled at the group before positioning his glasses on the ridge of his pointy nose and reading through the file in his hands. He hummed as he read the content slowly making Tony want to rip it out of his hands and read it for himself. "Well… I can't see anything that would suggest permanent brain damage or memory loss. We will just have to keep an eye on her and if the memory loss persists we will take another lot of tests; but for now she looks like she's in the clear."

"Thanks Doc"

"No problem Agent Gibbs, you all have a good night." There was a mixture of nods and waves as the good doctor walked back towards the nurses' station. McGee yawned and it wasn't long before Ducky followed suit.

"McGee, take Ducky and Abs home. I will call if anything changes."

"Sure Boss" The three of them walked towards the exit almost relieved to get some well deserved rest after the stressful week. The two most senior agents were left standing at the window divider between the hallway and Ziva's room. She has been sedated during her scans and it had pretty much knocked her out when coupled with her exhaustion. The agents stood in silence for quite some time before Tony got the guts to speak.

"Boss… You should go home, I am going to stay here with Ziva." The senior of the two looked down at the other agent with curiosity and humour. Instead of saying anything he decided to stay quiet and he turned back to the window with a small smile playing his lips. "Boss, did you hear me?" Came his voice a moment after.

"What's that DiNozzo?"

"You go home… I'll stay tonight."

"Will ya, DiNozzo?" Gibbs kept a straight face as his senior field agent looked up with confused and almost worried eyes.

"Uhh… Yes?" He stammered before his Boss did a rare thing and showed a set of pearly whites.

"Get some sleep DiNozzo." He walked away towards the exit as Tony's face broke out into a smile. He walked into Ziva's room shaking his head at his boss' ill humour and pulled a chair to her bedside. After studying her face for a while he fluffed up a white pillow and chucked it behind his head where he lent back and closed his eyes.

Pain shot through her as she was forced into the cold metal chair. The hessian bag on her head made her want to sneeze but she held her breath. She could hear the shuffling of feet in front of her and heavy breathing of who she suspected to be a man. The man behind her let go of her tightly bound wrists and stood between her and the unknown man across from her. She could barely hear what he was saying but she knew he was talking about NCIS, her former home and one which she wished wasn't left behind. The bag around her head was lifted and it took a while for her gaze to focus on the man's face only a couple of meters in front of her. Her stomach muscles constricted and her breath caught in her throat. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach but at the same time a sense of doom came over her. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out, she tried again but not a sound escaped her lips. She felt agitated in the chair, all she wanted to do was break free as what felt like bugs crawled under her skin. She stared at Tony's face and there was not one hint of softness, it was hard and serious. And when she thought things could not get any worse a look of hatred crossed his face and he looked away. Her heart broke and she could feel the tears stinging the back of her eyes. She closed them to calm herself and not see the horror unfolding around her. She knew they were both going to die.

She slowly opened her eyes again and was overwhelmed to see so much light surrounding her. She could feel a hard grip on her hair and she looked around to see that she was on a pier over the sea. A man stood at the top of the pier near the beach but the sun was too bright to make out his face. She tried to look at the man behind her but his grip was too strong to allow her to turn her head. Through all of this there was complete silence as if someone had pressed mute and she began to panic. Again no noise escaped her lips as she tried to yell and suddenly she was forced backwards into the ice cold water. She only then realised the weights that were tied to her as she sunk quicker than expected. She pulled on the chains and struggled with the cuffs but she knew it was no use, the only way out would be if she got help. She thought of the man standing on the pier and wondered if he would come to help her; she could only hope. Looking up at the rippling surface she could see a figure look down at her and as the water calmed she could see his face. It was Tony. He stood there for a moment without moving and then with a look of despise he turned away at walked out of view. She tried screaming despite the water and instead started coughing uncontrollably. She couldn't breathe not only because she was under water but because her heart just got ripped to shreds.

Tony woke up out of his shallow sleep when he felt Ziva moving in the bed. He looked up to see a single tear trail down her flushed cheeks and he wondered if she was okay. He waited but she seemed to calm down and go into her deep slumber. He settled back in his chair and watched her face and to his dismay another tear took the same path down her cheek. Her face looked serene but he wasn't so sure. He got up and walked around to the other side of the bed, ready to call for the nurses if anything happened, but nothing did. He waited a while before walking back and sitting in his chair. A few minutes later he saw a few more tears fall down her cheeks and before he knew it her eyes shot opened as she doubled over coughing. He shot up like earlier and patted her back until she stopped and settled back into the pillows.

"Tony?"

"Yeah Zi it's me." She picked up on the nickname but didn't say anything. She felt an ache deep inside her for the man and even tho she now knew it was a dream all along she felt a sense of rejection that she couldn't help but feel. "Hey you alright?" Tony noticed the strained look on her face and started to worry but she simply shook it off.

"I just had a bad dream, that is all."

"About Somalia?" She regarded him for a moment then looked away with a sharp intake of breath.

"Half" he waited for her to continue but she didn't.

"Half? What was the rest about?" She kept her face turned away from him and was unable to speak; the last thing she wanted to do was remember the vivid nightmare and breakdown in front of her partner. "Ziva?"

"Oh, the rest did not make much sense."

"What was it about?"

"Why are you so concerned Tony?" She snapped hoping he would just drop the subject. His voice almost came back as harsh as her own to her surprise.

"Because I do!" They both looked at each other in the tension of the moment, trying to read each other. "Sorry" he finally whispered.

"No, it is I who am sorry." She paused slightly before continuing with, "I remember getting pushed into the water… That is all. I could not make out anyone or where I was but I was on a pier and then I got pushed into the water. That is all I remember." She looked down as she fidgeted with her hands and the I.V.

"Well at least that's a start." He wasn't sure whether that was all she remembered, but he decided not to push it for tonight.

A.N: OK what did you think? I added a little of a Ziva nightmare just to show her mind set! remember she thinks it's 2 years ago! Nightmares are what people fear... hint, hint, hahaha Anyway please remember review so I can see who is actually following and likes it because I have no clue and I want to know! Thank you! 3

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