A/N: I normally find Ziva easy to write because she is a lot like me so I really have no excuse for the crappy shortness of this. Could I use the fact I'0 went to Splashdown with my best friend today? For those of you who don't know what Splashdown is, it's a massive indoor waterpark in Poole (go sometime it's epic)!

And it's a sad picture, the final blow hits you
Somebody else gets what you wanted again and

Tony nattered unrelentingly. His blood filled lips where moving rhythmically as he spoke, once again he was going on about his latest one night stand. Some flaxen haired, crystal eyed hottie that was probably at least 15 to 20 years too young for him.

You know it's all the same, another time and place
Repeating history and you're getting sick of it

Sadly Ziva let his consistently unwavering noise wash over her unhearing shapely ears, this exact conversation had happened so many times before that she was no longer even remotely interested in what he had to say about his latest conquest. Absent mindedly she let her thoughts wander into the deepest; darkest; most forgotten and condemned corners of her brain, this was where all of her repressed and banished dreams and hopes came to fester and torment her.

We've been outnumbered
Raided and now cornered
It's hard to fight when the fight ain't fair

"Are you actually even listening to me, Zee-vah?" Tony's musical tones sliced through her mind like a sharpened pin through the flimsy rubber outside of a blown up balloon. POP! Ziva was back in reality, after having only briefly glimpsed the raving mad asylum locked away inside her mind.
"Of course Tony" she lied to her partner with seamless ease. Her mind was a little frazzled from her temporary encounter with her 'weak' side.
Tony, being the competitive, egotistical, slightly chauvinistic man that he was, did not believe her. So he challenged her "Then what was her name?"
She smiled smugly (coyly?). Of course she knew the answer, it was the same every time he told the story "You never said". She flicked the end of her pen against the files on her desk.

But I believe in whatever you do
And I'll do anything to see it through.

He glared at her in annoyance. He knew she had not been paying attention to him. There was just no way he could prove it, her wit was too sharp for that.