Ziva rubbed at her face, wearing one of Tony's hooded sweatshirts as she stood next to the counter in the kitchen. The microwave dinged. She opened the door, grabbing a steaming cup from inside and lowered a teabag into it. She dunked it several times before moving to the kitchen table, sitting down. She lifted a bear shaped honey bottle as the phone rang.

She extended her arm out, picking up the cordless phone, "The DiNozzo residence." She said, "Yes, Prince Omar Ibn Alwaan, I know who you are." She was perplexed by his calling, but the longer she listened to him, the more she understood, "No, he is going to be cremated...but, I will tell him and thank you for calling."

She stood up, dialing, making her way out of the kitchen, "Abby..."

Tony reached out for Ziva, awaking from his much needed slumber. He felt nothing, "Ziva?" He called out, raising his head, looking for her.

There was no answer, but a beeping noise was coming from his cell phone. He grunted as he turned over, grabbing for his phone almost falling off the bed. He snatched his phone and fell back, looking up at the ceiling. He let out a sigh, "Ziva?" He called out again, but once again, it fell on deaf ear.

The beeping noise made him bring his phone to in front of his face, he flipped it opened and began blinking his eyes rapidily trying to focus on text. He squinted hard reading, "Missed called: ###########." He clicked on it and let go, letting it fall to his chest. It started to play a voicemail.

"You have one voicemail." BEEEEEEEEEEP! A loud buzzing noise blared from his phone, Tony quickly snapped his phone closed and turned over, grabbing a pillow from Ziva's side of the bed, bringing it to his chest, snuggling it.

Gibbs stepped into Abby's lab. She turned to him as she stood at her workstation, "Uh, Gibbs."

"Yeah, what you need, Abs?"

"I think I sorta screwed up."

"Evidence?"

Abby gritted her teeth, "No."

"Well?"

"I kinda told Ziva that maybe that woman's body was stolen and well, she sorta might've been Mossad."

"WHAT?"

"I know I shouldn't have and I tried to veer the conversation towards sex, like I always do when I'm nervous, but she knew I was lying and she was definitely not in the mood to talk about sex, which I don't blame her, her father-in-law dying and she brought up Prince Omar Ibn Alwaan and all and it just came out." Abby rambled, ending with a frown, "I'm sorry."

"What did she say after you told her?"

"She didn't, she just hung up." Abby stepped to Gibbs, burying herself into his chest, "I messed up bad, didn't I?"

Gibbs wrapped his arm around her, rubbing at her arm, he tilted his head down, sighing, kissing her on the top of the head.

Eli David sat at his desk, eating a sandwich, a beep sounded and a woman spoke in Hebrew over the speaker in the phone. He dropped his sandwich and roared back in Hebrew, his monitor went black, "What is so damn important, Officer Bashan?" Ziva popped up on his monitor, "Ziva?" He shockingly uttered.

Officer Bashan was standing behind her, his arms crossed at his chest, "Director..."

"Out, out." David ordered, "I want to speak to my daughter in private."

"No." Ziva stated, "Stay."

Eli sat back, taking a take breath through his nose, "So."

Ziva lifted a photograph of women she knew as Olivia Dagot up in front of her, "Is this woman an operative for the Mossad?"

Eli started to laugh.

"STOM TA'PEH!" Ziva yelled.

Eli sat up, looking angry, "How dare you!"

"Is this woman an operative for the Mossad?" Ziva repeated her question, holding the photograph closer to the camera.

Eli sat back again, rubbing at his hands, "You failed me, Ziva."

Tony let out a soft moan as he brushed the side of his face into Ziva's pillow. A creaking floor board made him stop. A man stepped into the doorway, a shadow covering his face.

Tony quickly swung around, pulling a pair of handguns from under Ziva's pillows, aiming them at the man.

Ziva shook her head, "No, Aba, I failed myself, I went to die and you let me. Unless you wanted me to die, then I guess I failed you, too."

Eli groaned, "You took the assignment, Ziva. YOU!"

"And you knew I was not in the right frame of mind, you knew that!"

"What was I supposed to do?"

"Stop me! You are my father, did you not care if I lived or died?"

Eli sighed, "You are so much like your mother, weak."

"Perhaps." Ziva replied, "But unlike her, I found happiness."

Eli shook his head in disgust, "Of all the people, him?" Ziva smiled, thinking of Tony, "Why?"

"He never gave up on me, after everything I did to him, he never gave up."

Eli lowered his head, letting out a deep breath.

"If you care at all about me, even in the slightest, help me." Ziva started to cry, "Bevakasha."

Eli slowly raised his head, "Michael." He nodded to Officer Bashan.

Officer Bashan stepped forward, taking the photograph from Ziva, looking at it, "Yes, this is Mossad Officer Tzipi Meir."

Ziva raised her hand to her face, "You ordered her to kill Anthony DiNozzo, Sr.?"

Bashan looked at Ziva, his eyes widened, he looked at the monitor, "No."

"Don't lie to me!" Ziva roared.

"I did not authorize that, Ziva." Eli stated.

Bashan gasped and was about to say something.

"Quiet!" Eli ordered.

Ziva turned to Bashan, "What is it?" He was silent. She turned back to the monitor, but quickly grabbed Bashan, slamming his face down into the keyboard, holding it there as she lifted his arm, forcing it upward, "WHAT IS IT!"

"She was our American contact with the CIA." Bashan called out in pain.

"Who in the CIA?" Ziva pushed harder on his arm, popping his shoulder out of socket, "WHO!"

"Trent Kort!" Bashan finally admitted.

"She is not to be harmed, Ziva!" Eli stated.

"She's already dead!" Ziva acknowledged.

"Now, you're killing your own people?" Eli yelled in anger.

"I did not kill her!" Ziva shouted back, "But I think we both know who did!" She shoved the monitor, it smashed against the floor, breaking. She helped Bashan up, grabbing his arm, she quickly jerked on his arm, putting his shoulder back into place, "Sorry."

Ziva side stepped Bashan, trying to leave, but he grabbed her arm. She looked back at him, "Be safe, child."

Ziva raised her hand, caressing Bashan's cheek and left without saying a word.

Author Note #1 - I am the worst strip poker player ever! Or am I? Heh.