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Staring in the direction of the bathroom, where Ziva disappeared to, Tony walked around his desk, sitting down in his chair, propping his head up on one arm.
He was wrong.
He knew he was wrong.
The way she dropped him and pinned him to the ground was strangely familiar to that time when they were in Tel Aviv, right after he killed Michael.
That thought caused him to shudder, and he quickly shook it out of his head. He didn't want that again. The constant thought that ran through his head that Ziva didn't trust him. It was too much.
And now, things were finally starting to return to normal. In fact, Ziva had gone to his apartment for their movie night one Saturday last month. And he enjoyed it.
Not only did he get to spend time with her, but he got to see her laugh.
His thoughts were interrupted when she walked back to her desk, sitting down in a huff. He looked up at her, and knew that words were a dangerous thing right now. But he needed to apologize.
He took a deep breath, "Ziva I-" He stopped and gulped, for the death stare that Ziva shot him almost killed him as he sat there. He swallowed, "Nevermind." It was then that Gibbs blew through the squad room, McGee following behind.
"Hope you weren't expecting this to be an easy Friday. Grab your gear, we've got a dead Marine."
"DiNozzo, photos. David, bag and tag." The bossman turned to McGee with a smirk on his face, "McGee, witness statements. He looks like a friend of yours." McGee turned and looked at the guy that found their dead marine, a guy with glasses, a sweater vest, shorts and flip flops, a laptop bag hanging on his left shoulder.
McGee sighed, "On it, boss."
Tony chuckled and pulled the lens cap off of his camera, "Boss gave probie the geek, Ziva." Tony said, and looked down at her as she squatted down to a piece of evidence. When he received no response, he spoke again, "Oh come on you're not gonna give me the Mommy Dearest treatment forever, are you?"
"If you live that long." Ziva commented, and the glared at him before continuing to look around the dead body.
The team continued to work on the crime scene, Tony stealing glances from his partner every now and then, trying to read the expression on her face. He snapped out of it when Gibbs yelled for him to follow him to take pictures of footprints. The two returned a few minutes later to see that Dr. Mallard and his assistant had finally arrived.
"Nice of you to join us, Duck."
"Yeah sorry about that, Jethro. It's rush hour."
"Got a time of death for me?" Gibbs asked.
"Yes, preliminary findings suggest that this marine died approximately 4 hours ago."
"Broad daylight." Gibbs commented, and then looked towards the street, "This is a busy road."
"I do not believe this crime went un-seen, Gibbs." Ziva said, and then reached in her lower pocket of her cargo pants, where her ringing cell phone was located. "Excuse me for a moment." She said, turning and walked away. Tony moved around to where she was, hoping to hear her conversation. Again, he knew it was wrong.
But he didn't care.
"Hello Jonathan." She said quietly. "No, I am sorry, I have to work. Maybe tomorrow? Okay, I will talk to you later. Goodbye." She put her phone back in her pocket and walked back over to the body, where Tony was suddenly taking multiple pictures of the victim.
"...but I will be able to tell you more once we get him back on the table."
"Do that, Duck. Pack it up. DiNozzo!" Gibbs yelled, and Tony looked up at him, slightly confused by the outburst.
"Yes boss?"
"Do you know what a successful picture requires?"
Tony furrowed his eyebrows together, now even more confused, "What's that boss?"
"The cap off of the lens." Gibbs finished climbing the slight hill and sat down in the Charger, and he sped off.
Ziva looked at Tony and visibly rolled her eyes, "Nice going, idiot."
"I had it off before, Ziva."
McGee looked between the two, "Everything okay?"
"Orangey." Ziva said and Tony scoffed.
"It's peachy!" McGee turned back to him, "Don't say a word, Probie. Get in the truck."
"Hey Abs." Tony said, walking into her lab, a Caf-Pow in his hand. She narrowed her eyes at him.
"Tony, what are you doing here? I've barely gotten started."
"I know that Abby, I just wanted to...stop by and say hi."
Her expression stayed the same for several seconds and it softened, Abby throwing her arms around the federal agent. "That's so sweet of you!"
He grinned, "Yeah, well I thought you could use some company." She smiled and hugged him again, turning back to her computer.
"We should hang out soon. You know, me, you, Ziva, McGee, Ducky, Palmer, and Gibbs, but he won't come." She smiled at him, "We haven't done that in a while."
Tony chuckled, "No, we haven't." It was quiet except for the music blaring in Abby's other room. He cleared his throat and she looked at him.
"I'm sorry Tony, but I've got to get this done for Gibbs before he comes down here."
"I know." He sighed, "Um, speaking of that, how long do you think it will take you?"
"Take me?"
"You know, to process the evidence."
"Well, there weren't a lot of helpful things at the crime scene, so not long. An hour? Two if Major Mass Spec doesn't cooperate."
Tony nodded, "Good. When you get done with that, would you mind..." She turned and looked at him, "...doing me a favor?"
"I knew you wanted something." She said, pointing at him, but put her hand band on her hip, "What kind of favor?"
"I need you to...trace a number for me."
Her expression softened, "Oh. That's all? Why don't you get Timmy to do it?"
"I like you more." Tony said.
Abby giggled, "Okay, what number?" He reached over her keyboard and got her post-its, quickly writing a number down and handing it to her.
"I need the call that came in at 17:34 traced."
She read the number and then crossed her arms, "This is Ziva's number, Tony."
He raised and dropped one shoulder, "I know."
"Why do you want me to trace the last call on Ziva's number?"
"Abs, will you just...do it for me? Please?"
"The last time I went through Ziva's phone, it resulted in her being away from here for four months." Tony sighed.
"I'm not gonna let anything happen to her."
"Tony..."
"Abby. Please? I'm afraid that she may be into some trouble." He lied.
"Trouble? What kind of trouble? Is Mossad trying to call her or something?"
"Please? I'm asking you to. For me?"
She stared at him for several seconds and let out a heavy sigh, "Fine. I'll have it to you in an hour." He grinned and pressed a kiss on her forehead.
"Thanks Abs. Send it to my email, please."
Abby watched him leave her lab and then looked down at the post-it again. She let out a heavy sigh and put it on her monitor before walking over to her cabinet, picking Bert up and holding him tightly. "This cannot be good."