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And now I present you with chapter 2!

After stopping at the nearest take-out place to get Chinese food, McGee took Tony back to his apartment. Tony walked into his apartment and flipped on the light. It felt good to be home, but he wished he could've come back under better circumstances. He dropped his bag by the couch and turned his attention to the goldfish swimming around its little bowl.

"I'm back, Kate," He said, dropping some fish food into the water. Kate swam up to the surface and gobbled up the blue and red flakes. Tony looked up at the pictures that lined the shelves above the fish bowl. He picked up a picture of him and Ziva that had been taken the previous year and carried it into the bedroom. He set it back down on the night stand before collapsing onto his bed. He turned on his right side and stared at the picture.

It was only a month ago that Ziva had spent the night after her father was killed. Tony could still remember every detail down to the mixed emotions in Ziva's eyes.

Tony woke up in the middle of the night hearing a muffled and upset voice coming from the bedroom. He got up, walked over to the door, and opened it, peering into the room. The ex-Mossad agent was mumbling something in her sleep.

"Ziva?" Tony said as he approached her and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Abba…" Ziva mumbled, tears rolling down the sides of her face. Tony gently shook her shoulder and she woke with a start, grabbing Tony's wrist as her eyes snapped open. "Tony…" her grip on his wrist loosened and now she was holding his hand.

"It's okay," Tony said, "It was just a nightmare."

"No, it wasn't," Ziva shook her head and replied. The look in her eyes was one of incomprehensible grief. Tony could tell that she had dreamt of her father's death.

"I'm sorry," Tony said, giving Ziva's hand an encouraging squeeze.

"Thank you," She replied.

Tony woke up to the sound of his radio; some talk show with hosts making cliché jokes about the economy or president. He rolled over and turned it off, glancing at the screen of the digital clock; it was twenty after seven. The morning sun had begun to show through the blinds, casting faint shadows across the room. Tony slowly got up and trudged into the bathroom.

He removed the gauze and bandages to examine his various injuries. The cuts on his cheek and nose were healing nicely, but he couldn't go without bandaging them just yet. His attention was then drawn to the wound on his forehead; it was bruised and sore to the touch. Tony winced as he lightly poked the area. While the bruises would fade in about a week, the cut had been deep and would definitely scar. Tony could hear Ziva scolding him already.

"Quit your whining Tony, it's just a little cut."

Tony sighed and stepped into the shower. He was still sore from the accident and the warm water helped him relax. After his shower, he put on a pair of black slacks, a plain blue dress shirt and replaced the bandages on his wounds. Tony went into the kitchen and scarfed down a cereal bar as he finished getting around.

As he started to leave, he went to grab his keys from the bowl only to find…nothing. Tony sighed, running a hand through his hair. The fact had slipped his mind for a minute; he didn't have a car. He had to get over his dislike of public transportation and take the bus to work.

Thankfully, it was a short ride to the Navy yard. The bus was more crowded than he had expected. There were only a few seats open so for three blocks he was stuck sitting behind a man who smelled like he hadn't showered in a week. Two babies decided to have a screaming match, each one taking turns crying as loud as they could while their mothers tried to quiet them. As all the seats on the bus filled up, an elderly woman stepped on. She walked with a shuffle and used a metal cane for support. Tony stood up, offering his seat to her, but she declined at first when she saw his many injuries. She finally accepted after Tony insisted, saying that he was getting off at the next stop anyway. The woman thanked him as she sat down and inquired about his injuries.

"Car accident," Tony replied. As the bus came to another stop, the woman wished him good luck and Tony stepped off the bus.

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