Author's Note: Special thanks to everyone who reviewed!

Sorry it took a while to put up this chapter, I have been busy with life and now school has started up. I've also had quite a bit of writer's block with this story. I'm not sure how long the whole story will be. I didn't want it to be too long when I originally started writing it, but it won't be short, or two short. Sorry to keep you all waiting, but here is chapter 3, and sorry its a bit short.

As Tony walked into the NCIS building, several workers asked how he and Ziva were doing. News about the accident had spread through the Navy yard like wildfire. Because of some of the high-profile cases they'd solved, Gibbs and his team had become well known agents. Tony approached the elevator, stopping briefly and looking hesitantly before stepping in.

"We walk through those doors every day, knowing it could be our last."

Tony took a deep breath to steady himself, leaning against the cold metal wall as he listened to the low hum of the elevator. His fist tightened around the strap of his pack.

"Will that be our last time together, Tony?"

Tony bit his lip as he pounded his fist against the hand rail in frustration. The walls suddenly seemed to be closing in around him and he clenched his eyes shut.

"No Ziva," He whispered, "It won't be." He sighed as the elevator doors opened, and stepped out. Many of the other agents looked up from their paperwork and watched Tony as he approached the squad room. McGee was the only one to come up to Tony as he set the pack down behind his desk.

"How are you holding up?" McGee asked. Tony looked up at his coworker as he sat down.

"How do you think I'm doing, Tim?" Tony replied in a frustrated tone. McGee eyed the senior-field agent warily. Tony sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"Sorry, I was just asking." McGee said, "Everyone is worried about you and Ziva. Your car was in pretty bad shape when it was brought into the evidence garage." Tony's head jerked up at the mention on his precious car.

"How bad?" He asked, unsure of whether he wanted to hear the answer or not.

"Why don't you go see for yourself?" McGee suggested, "I'm sure Abby would like to see you again too."

Tony stood up and walked past McGee and out of the squad room. After another short elevator ride, Tony walked into the evidence garage only to be enveloped in a giant hug by Abby.

"Are you feeling any better Tony?" The goth asked.

"I'm here, aren't I?" Tony replied, "How's my car?"

"Well, it's certainly seen better days," Abby said, stepping to the side. Tony groaned when he saw the state of his car.

The passenger's side door was dented along with most of the right side of the front end. Part of the front bumper had come off and specks of black paint decorated the original bright red of the vehicle. The hood was also bent at an odd angle and had partially detached from the rest of the car. The other half of it was propped up, hiding part of the cracked windshield.

"Sorry Tony, its terminal." Abby said. Tony shook his head.

"Oh come on!" He groaned, "First my corvette gets stolen, then La Grenouille blows up my mustang, and now this?"

Abby gave Tony another hug as the elevator doors opened and Gibbs stepped out.

"DiNozzo, what are you doing here?" He asked as he approached the two.

"Um, working boss," Tony replied with a bit of confusion as Gibbs looked at him silently. Abby leaned over and whispered in Tony's ear.

"I think he means 'why aren't you with Ziva?'." She said.

"Oh," Tony muttered, "I was going to see her after work."

"Go," Gibbs said, "now."

"Right now?" Tony asked. Gibbs shook his head.

"No DiNozzo, next week." Gibbs replied sarcastically, "Of course right now."

"Okay boss," Tony said as he nodded. As he walked past his two coworkers, Gibbs slapped him on the back of the head like always.

This time the bus ride was a bit longer. Luckily, there were no babies crying and Tony didn't have to sit behind a foul smelling man. At the stop after he'd gotten on, a woman boarded the bus. She sat down in the seat across the aisle from him and started talking. Tony ignored her flirting, which was unusual for him. She was young and attractive, wearing a black suit, pencil skirt, and matching heels with her hair and make-up done perfectly. Tony quickly grew tired of her flirtatious advances and when she finally asked where he was going, he told her that he was going to the hospital to see his girlfriend. The woman immediately fell silent, and Tony got off the bus at the next stop.

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