A/N: Guest pointed out that in the last chapter Kate made everything suck, I would like to say that I wrote it with Ziva origionally but timelines and all so I replaced her with Kate. Last day of school before Christmas! So tomorrow I am going to the cinema with my friends Becca and Ellie to see the new Tinkerbell film. There is nothing wrong with an 18 year old, a 14 year old and a 13 year old watching Tinkerbell!

This takes place after Somalia, but before Ziva becomes an American Citizen (so she's feeling vulnerable).

Elevator buttons and morning air
Strangers' silence makes me wanna take the stairs
If you were here we'd laugh about their vacant stares
But right now my time is theirs

Tony smiled awkwardly at the other occupants of the elevator. He had absolutely no idea who they were, he had never seen them before, they did not acknowledge his presence in the slightest.

Seems like there's always someone who disapproves
They'll judge it like they know about me and you
And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do
The jury's out, but my choice is you

Trying to make conversation with the other men, Tony attempted small talk "Weather's cold out"

Again, he got no recognition from the men.

Okay, he mouthed to himself "My car wouldn't start, boss is going to kill me" even he could sense that it was probably best to shut is mouth for a moment.

You never know what people have up their sleeves
Ghosts from your past gonna jump out at me
Lurking in the shadows with their lip gloss smiles
But I don't care 'cause right now you're mine

When the men followed him from the elevator to the bullpen he frowned, maybe he had pissed these people off with his pathetic attempts at conversation.

"Ziva David" The man from the elevator said "I am ordered to take you back to Tel Aviv"

Tony leapt to his feet in protest, not caring about the various possible consequences "What?"

Ziva just sat there with her head down, trying to control her voice she spoke "Why?"

Vance was leaning over the rail, he had expected this to happen and wanted to be able to intervene if the stand-off got too heated.

"Director David has requested you presence"

"She's not going with you" Tony was surprised at the defiance in his own voice.

The Mossad agent looked at him in amusement "Agent DiNozzo, you have no say in the matter. David is a Mossad operative, and has to do as the Director orders"

Tony glanced over at Ziva who was quietly collecting her equipment, and then over at the confused McGee, who had just entered "Tim, go and get Gibbs" he crossed to the opposite desk where Ziva was just keeping her head down, he walked straight past the out-held arm of the Mossad agent to his friend.

Don't you worry your pretty little mind
People throw rocks at things that shine
And life makes love look hard
The stakes are high, the water's rough
But this love is ours

McGee returned some two minutes later with a Gibbs in tow. When they arrived Tony was right up in the men's faces, Ziva trying to get him to leave it, that she would go.

"You stay where you are" Gibbs instructed, Tony stepped back.

"Agent Gibbs. We have been instructed to take Officer David back to Israel"

Now it was Gibbs' turn to intimidate them "You tell your Director, that Officer David is staying here"

And it's not theirs to speculate
If it's wrong and
Your hands are tough
But they are where mine belong and
I'll fight their doubt and give you faith
With this song for you

This time it was Tony who was following Ziva into the opposite gender's bathroom. There were very few times that he had seen her upset and vulnerable, Somalia was one, this was another. The presence of Mossad had really shaken her up, last time she had seen Mossad she had been captured, raped and tortured.

Because he had known her for so long, he knew that now was not the time for words, instead he took her hands in his and brought them to his lips. Green eyes never left her brown. Swelling tears began to grow in her eyes. Pulling her in to him in a loving hug was the only option.

He did not attempt to sooth her, uttered no words of comfort. He just held her while she cried.

So don't you worry your pretty little mind
People throw rocks at things that shine
And life makes love look hard
Don't you worry your pretty little mind
People throw rocks at things that shine
But they can't take what's ours
They can't take what's ours