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"Have I ever told you how much I love this car?" Tony said, glancing briefly over at Ziva in the passenger's seat. They had picked up Ziva's car from her apartment and were going over to the cemetery to visit Kate.

"Yes, you have, Tony." Ziva replied with a slight smile, amused at his excitement over her mini. As she looked out her window, the scenery became eerily familiar. They were passing through the intersection where they'd been hit the week before. Ziva couldn't take her eyes off the pavement. The skid marks from Tony's car were still there along with pieces of glass that glittered in the sunlight.

"Ziva?" The Israeli's eyes flitted to Tony. He was giving her a look of worry and Ziva noticed that she had grabbed his hand. She pulled her arm back, mumbling an apology as she looked down at her lap, not wanting to look her partner in the eye at the moment.

"We can go back to your apartment if you don't feel up to visiting today." Tony said, "Kate won't mind." Ziva shook her head and forced herself to look up at Tony for a minute to shoot him a small smile.

"No, its fine, I'm fine." She replied. A small sigh escaped her lips as she looked back out her window.

"Keep that in mind, Ziva." Tony said, "You're fine, I'm fine, we're both alright. It's all in the past, so just let it go. It could've been a lot worse, but it wasn't." So he had been thinking about it too.

It was quiet the rest of the ride. When they arrived at the cemetery, Tony was the first one out of the car. He was opening the passenger side door before Ziva had unbuckled her seatbelt; it was a bit hard with her cast getting in the way.

"Thank you, Tony." Ziva said as she got out of the car.

"Anytime, Miss Daisy," Tony replied with a light chuckle.

"Miss Daisy?" Ziva questioned.

"Yeah, don't tell me you haven't heard of 'Driving Miss Daisy'." Tony replied, earning an inquiring look from his partner. He gave a quick nod. "Alright, another movie to add to the list of flicks you need to watch."

"You have a list?" Ziva asked with a skeptical smile. Tony chuckled.

"Well, not an actual list," He replied, "I was joking, but there are a lot that you need to see."

"Maybe we could watch them sometime." Ziva mused.

As the two approached Kate's grave, they noticed that someone had set a bouquet of red and black roses next to it. Abby must have already stopped by. A small bush of yellow poppies was in full bloom on the other side of the grave, creating a stark contrast with the bundle of roses. Poppies always were Kate's favorite; they were probably put there by her parents.

"Hey Kate," Tony said, "Sorry I didn't get a chance to stop by sooner, but I brought Ziva with me this time. I think you would've liked her."

"Hello, Kate." Ziva said. As they talked, Ziva was surprised at how Tony mostly spoke as if Kate was still alive. She asked him if he did this often, and he said that he did. Tony did most of the talking, and at one point Ziva looked around as a black car rounded the corner, slowly passing the cemetery. Its driver side window was rolled halfway down and Ziva could see the driver. That's when it all came back to her.

Memories of the last few minutes after the crash flashed back into Ziva's head. She was back in the car, a sharp pain shooting up her arm with every move she made. She was trying to wake Tony up when she saw someone walking toward them. Her arm was pinned and she couldn't reach her gun. Ziva looked back up at the person and immediately recognized him. He had been the one that hit them. He had taken the diamonds and left as Ziva began to slip into unconsciousness.

"Ilan,"

"Did you say something, Ziva?" Tony asked. He didn't even get a response before his partner took off running in the direction of the car. "Ziva!"

Ziva ran as fast as she could, ignoring her body's aches of protest. Sharp pain sparked up her arm and into her shoulder with every step she took; it was impossible to run without jostling her arm around. The black car sped off before Ziva made it to the sidewalk. She could've continued to run after it had Tony not grabbed her good arm and stopped her.

"Tony that was Ilan!" Ziva said, trying to pull her arm free. "He has the diamonds!"

"Ziva, stop!" Tony half-yelled. The last thing he wanted was to attract attention from passersby. "You can't go after him right now. You're hurt, and he'd easily over power you. We need to tell Gibbs."

Ziva yanked her arm out of her partner's grasp. "I'm not weak, Tony." She said with a hint of anger in her voice.

"I never said you were," Tony protested.

"No, but you implied it." Ziva replied. She let out a sigh and angrily slammed her hand down on the hood of her car, mumbling something in Hebrew.

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