A.N: Here is your next chapter! Thanks for those who reviewed on my last chapter, I did not get as many as usual but they were good all the same :) Would love to hear what you guys think but! It really motivates me! :) I hope this chapter is OK I got a little confused at what I wanted so it took a while to write... I hope you like it! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS

After eating half of the eggs Tony had gotten for breakfast and one piece of way to crispy bacon Ziva wanted out. So after fighting with the nurse and almost getting a gun involved she finally had her release forms signed and her belongings in a bag by the bed. Gibbs had called to say that she should go home and rest if she was so adamant to not stay in the hospital, and that he would bring the photo of Addison over in the morning when he comes to debrief her. Tony was not partial to the idea of her leaving the hospital because although she seemed well enough to just go home and rest he knew that would not happen, and worst of all she would not allow any protection detail once she was away from the hospital. He sat on the bed as the doctor gave one last check over to Ziva, frowning when he found nothing major to make her stay under the hospitals care.

"If you feel unwell at all…"

"Yes doctor, I promise I will contact you straight away." She said in all politeness and smeared on charm as the tall man gave her a knowing smile.

"Fine then, off you go." He laughed as she practically leapt of the bed scooping up the duffle bag by her feet and beckoning the other agent to follow. He followed without hesitation, jogging slightly to catch up to the eager Israeli. The doctor shook his head as he watched her leave, impatient as always.

"Please just let me grab us take out, you need to eat and you shouldn't be alone right now." She gave the most impressive eye-roll to this and sighed before replying with the same statement she had been using for the last five minutes.

"Tony I am fine, I do not need protection."

"Come on! I am offering you Chinese takeout and a movie!" He grinned at her but when she didn't smile back he said in all seriousness. "It's not a protection detail Ziva, I just thought you deserve a little let down after what you've been through." She glanced over to the glowing digits on the dashboard indicating that it was 16:42. Although they got out of the hospital just after one o'clock they stopped at NCIS to quickly pick up some things including Ziva's gun then stopped to grab some groceries for her apartment. She sighed before caving, what was the harm?

"Fine… But on one condition, we get pizza instead."

"Sounds good to me" he gave a warm smile as they pulled up at her apartment. "We will take this stuff up stairs and then I will go grab the pizza and movie, deal?" She nodded slowly as she reached for the door handle and exited the car. It took a short five minutes before all the bags were upstairs and Tony left to grab the pizza and a movie. Her mind was elsewhere as she carefully took each item out of the shopping bags and put it away. She started to piece together fragments in her head of what she could remember of the past couple of weeks. Although this was a very small part of the last two years that were forgotten she felt that these were more important, they showed her where she was at this moment, who she was, and she would rather focus on the future than the past. She remembers Adam Miller, she remembers a little of Florida and she can remember drowning; but one thing she cannot remember to her annoyance is Ryan Addison. She had only though about him briefly but now that she stood alone in her apartment she wished she at least knew what her looked liked. Not knowing was starting to freak her out, she could of walked right by him and not know. *Mental note: Ask Tony for description of Addison. Her thoughts took a dangerous path towards Tony, her partner, one who went across the desert to save her and one who according to Gibbs saved her from drowning in the ocean. She felt a tightness in her chest as her dream ran vividly through her mind, as if she had just woken from it, and tears stung the back of her eyes. Angry with herself she swiped them away with the back of her hand. She didn't understand what she was feeling, she was brought up not to feel such emotion and now… Now she could not help it no matter how hard she tried. A tear escaped and ran down her cheek and again she backhanded it viciously as she groaned up towards the ceiling.

"I'm back!" She heard his cheery voice down the hallway and quickly turned as he walked into the room, her back facing him. He stopped suddenly in the doorway as he saw her hand move to her face and then fall to her side. "Ziva, are you alright?" He began to walk forward and she quickly ducked into a cupboard and withdrew two plates. He noticed her glassy eyes as she turned to place them on the bench offering a weak smile.

"Yes I am fine; I think I am just tired." His face showed he wasn't convinced but she quickly changed the topic and moved towards the living room.

The credits scrolled up the screen from the 'notebook'. Tony only just realised the error in his choice in movie after watching it, it was a romance. Not normally his type of movie but apparently the movie was good, plus Abby had been trying to get both Ziva and himself (mostly the former) to watch it after she saw it a couple of months ago. The movie had all his emotions stirred up and as he looked down at Ziva who was dosing off against his side he had a sudden urge to wrap his arms around her and just be close. He wanted to tell her how he felt so bad but he knew now was not the time; she still couldn't remember the last couple of years and the death of Michael would be still fresh in her mind, he had no idea how that would make her feel about him. His skin tingled as a lock of her hair slid down the bare skin of his forearm and he took in a deep breath as he looked away trying to get a grip. He didn't know whether to move her or not so he just sat there as he watched the white credits continue to roll up the black screen. He tried to breathe evenly and decrease the rapid beating in his chest but he felt her nudge closer sending it skyrocket again. The screen finally went pitch black as he turned it off, and the only light in the room was coming from the glowing green digits saying it was 20:38. Once he turned the TV off he tried to place the remote on the nearby table, moving carefully he slid down the chair as he reached to the side. He felt her stir against his side and stopped moving with an outstretched hand. He felt around for the table but the remote slipped making a loud 'clank' as it hit the wooden table top startling Ziva awake.

"Tony?" She rubbed her eyes still leaning against his side as she looked up at his face. "I am sorry I must have fallen asleep."

"It's okay, you need the rest." Looking away she stayed where she was, leaning against his side, her head resting on the top of his muscular arm. It was a couple of minutes before she finally spoke.

"I guess you better be going home, you have to go to work tomorrow."

"I can stay here if you want for tonight, until Gibbs debriefs you tomorrow."

"No I will be fine, plus the sofa is not too comfortable." She gave a soft laugh and he couldn't help but smile at her.

"The couch is fine Ziva I have no problem…"

"No please, go home and have a good rest. I will call in the morning." With this she sat up and pulled him up with her, ushering him towards the door.

"Would you like me to take the movie back, it's rented for the week but..."

"No it is OK, I may watch it again. I missed most of it anyway and Abby will not be happy if I do not watch it properly." They were now standing in the open door of her apartment within close proximity of each other.

"OK then" barely a whisper as he leant closer to her, he could feel the heat from her body as it stood only a foot from his. Her breath smelt sweet and for a moment he forgot everything around him and the situation he was in. He felt her hot breath against his neck as she moved that little bit closer, her eyes never leaving his. Goosebumps formed on his back but he felt the flush of heat that crept up his neck. He was so tempted, he was so close.

"Thanks for everything Tony." She was gone with the bang of the door that was now closed only inches from his face.

She tossed in the queen bed as the sheets lay tangled between her legs. Her temperature was fluctuating, too hot then too cold, and her legs moved restlessly tangling the white sheets further around her legs. She felt tears run down her sticky face as she felt frustration boil within her. Why couldn't she sleep? The sleep deprivation only made matters worse and she felt like throwing a tantrum. The scene at her apartment door was on replay through her head as she dissected it and analysed each microsecond. What did it mean? Was she seriously that close to losing all self control and throwing herself at him? Feelings so strong ran through her and her belly felt like it was flipping continuously. What she felt confused her and she wondered what had possibly happened in the last two years to make a bond so much stronger between them. She had to admit to herself that she felt feelings much deeper than friendship, infact if what she was feeling right at that moment was any indication, she would have to say that love sprang to mind. A deep, passionate love. Something that she never expected herself to feel. She continued to toss pass midnight and could feel herself falling apart, wanting to scream, wanting to throw the closest thing to her across the room. Frustration was paramount. Rolling over the clock showed that it was just past one o'clock in the morning. She had gone to bed almost 5 hours ago and yet sleep would not come. A soft knocking startled her as she shot upright, her heart leaping in her chest. She listened and heard the knocking again, louder than the first time and got out of bed. Walking into the living room she heard bashing. The bashing got louder and louder as if the person wanted to break the door down and she ran over looking through the peep hole. A man stood outside looking angry, hands balled into fists, a man who she did not know. He stood tall, about six foot two with sandy blonde hair. She felt herself start to freak out as she stood back from the door, heartbeat pounding in her ears. Again, a violent knocking came, this time with a brutal voice yelling through the door.

"Ziva, open up!" He sounded drunk as his words were slightly slurred, but all the same they were harsh and angry. She stood in the middle of the room unsure of what to do; no instincts came as her mind whirled through endless possibilities. Who was at the door? Ryan Addison? She ran to her room and grabbed her keys and gun before throwing on a cardigan and running towards the living room window. The banging continued and it got louder each time, the door shaking with each blow. Turning back to the window she opened it and looked out towards the street. Climbing out on the small fire escape she shut the window behind her and made her way down the ladder, her sweaty hands slipping every few steps and her head bashing forward into the cold metal bars. Finally making it to the side street she ran out of the ally and towards the front of her building where she fumbled with the keys to open the car door. She felt terrified, weak and unlike herself as she jumped into the car and slammed the door behind her; again fumbling with the keys to start the ignition. Pulling away from the curb with screeching tires she started driving, her destination unknown.

A.N: SO! What you all think? I hope it was Okay and I am sorry about mistakes! It is really late and I am super tired so I just wanted to post it and now, go to sleep. Haha Please, please review I would love to hear your thoughts!

Keely :o)