About an hour later, just as she'd promised, Abby dialed Tony's desk number and waited for him to answer. "Tony, can you come down to the lab?" She hung up the phone and walked over to her computer, typing on a few keys, waiting on the senior field agent to join her.

"Hey Abs." He said cheerfully. Abby turned to him and glared at him, holding a sticky note in her hand.

"You promise you're not going to do anything to make Ziva want to leave, right?"

Tony sighed, "Yes, Abby, I promise."

She let out a sigh and handed him the small, yellow, square piece of paper, "That's his full name and social."

Tony grinned and kissed her on the forehead, "Thank you!" He said, and promptly left her lab. He returned to the squad room, earning funny looks from both McGee and Ziva, but he only ignored them as he plopped down at his desk.

"Something you working on, Tony?" McGee asked.

"Perhaps...the case?" Ziva snapped.

"As a matter of fact, Dah-Veed, that is exactly what I'm doing." He stuck the post it on his monitor and typed the name into the search bar, "You see, I found out that he had a girlfriend on the side, other than his wife. I'm running her name."

"And...what is her name?" McGee asked. He really didn't understand how Tony could've 'found out' that he was having an affair, because he hadn't done anything all during the case.

Tony chuckled and wiggled his finger at Tim, "Oh no. You are not getting my praise. This one gets chalked up to DiNozzo."

Ziva scoffed and rolled her eyes, turning back to her computer. Tony was about to make a comment towards her when his computer beeped with a result.

The man that Tony saw Ziva having lunch with, Jonathan Crowbell, had been arrested for domestic violence. Tony narrowed his eyes at the screen, continuing to read to the bottom. The man had two restraining orders against him. Tony glanced up at his partner that sat across from him, and then looked back at the computer, at Jonathan's picture. He had jet black hair, blue eyes, and a smile that about blinded Tony, even though it was on the screen. Now he really needed to know.

What in the hell was Ziva doing with this...fake?

"DiNozzo, David, McGee, observation, now." Gibbs said as he blew through the squad room. Tony closed the search and tore the sticky note off of his monitor stuffing it in his pocket.

McGee waited on Tony to catch up, Ziva walking ahead, "So uh, did you find this woman who's having an affair with our Marine?"

"Yeah, I did. She's been dead for 3 years. Car accident. Guess my sources were wrong."

"What sources are those, exactly? Because I have looked through-"

"Can it, probie!" Tony said, stepping onto the back elevator, "It doesn't matter where I got my information. I checked it out, and it is nothing pertaining to the case."

He watched as the silver doors closed in front of him.

He wanted to grab Ziva and shake her, asking her if she'd hit her head.

Knowing that wouldn't work, (and the physical pain that would be inflicted on him) he decided that a plain heart-to-heart conversation with her would have to do. He was going to fix that problem.

If it was the last thing he did.

Tony walked into his apartment immediately loosening the tie that was around his neck. He let out a heavy sigh and ran a hand over his face as he walked to the refrigerator, pulling a beer out and walking back to his couch. Once again, his thoughts were consumed about Ziva.

He didn't even know what happened with the case they just completed. He knew it was solved, otherwise, he wouldn't be at home. He took a sip of his beer and let his head fall back on the couch. Was she willing to date anyone on this earth except for him?

First Michael Rivkin?

And now...this...guy?

"Damn it!" He yelled at nothing. He sat in his apartment, in the dark, staring at the ceiling. He shook his head, he truly didn't understand. He sat there, in the dark, thinking.

His thoughts were interrupted when there was a rather...hard...knock on the door.

He stood up, and walked towards the door, one hand on his SIG, just in case. He didn't have time to relax when he opened the door, as one Ziva David rushed in, pinning him against the wall. He managed to swallow, "I'm...having...trouble...breathing."

"Good." Ziva said through her teeth.

"Ziva...what...are you...doing...here?"

"I am trying to decide which way to kill you!"

"I can't...breathe..." Tony managed, and Ziva stepped back, causing Tony to almost fall onto the floor.

"I told you to stay out of it!"

Tony managed to catch his breath, "What are you talking about?"

"You had Jonathan's name and social security written down. Why?"

"Keep your voice down, it's after one, and I've got neighbors."

"Answer my question!"

Tony sighed, "I did it for your own good."

"For my own good?" Ziva replied.

"Yeah, it's a saying it means..."

"I know what it means!" Ziva yelled.

"Calm down."

"Who in the hell do you think you are?"

"I'm somebody who cares about you, Ziva. He doesn't."

"What are you talking about? You do not even know him!"

"He's violent!" Tony fumed. He walked towards Ziva, standing directly in front of her, so close that he could smell her intoxicating scent. "He's been arrested for domestic violence. He has two restraining orders on him." He spoke softly, something different than the yelling that had been going on for the last 10 minutes, "He's a psycho." He held his mouth together and spoke through his teeth, "Get another boyfriend." Ziva stared up at him for several long seconds. She swallowed the lump that was in her throat and spoke her teeth slowly, so that she was sure that he would understand.

"Stay out of my life."

Okay, so, I know what you're all thinking: "WHERE IS THE TIVA LOVE?!" Don't worry, it's coming. You know I can't keep them apart for to long. :)

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