Merry late Christmas!! :)

Andd I finally got to sit down and finish this chapter that I've been working on for just about a month. And that's...well...sad. But nonetheless, here it is, and I hope you enjoy! :)

Tony stared at his doorway for several minutes, shocked at what just happened. He didn't even understand how she found out about it.

He then scoffed at himself.

She was like Gibbs, sheknew everything.

He ran a hand through his hair and walked to his door, closing it and locking it, just in case she decided to come back. He knew what he did was wrong, and if the roles were reversed, he wouldn't like it all if Ziva got into his business.

It was only 2130h, but he was suddenly very tired. He showered quickly and changed clothes before crawling into bed, hoping that sleep would come to him.

After several hours, he realized that sleep was not something that was happening tonight.

Ziva walked, no, more like stormed into her own apartment, throwing her badge and SIG onto the table that was next to the door. She walked into her kitchen and over to her trash can, where the balled up post-it note, containing her boyfriend's social security number and full name was. She unfolded and looked at it again.

She was going to kill him.

Didn't the man understand that she was a Mossad Assassin and she did not need his protection? She tore the small square piece of paper into confetti and grabbed a bottle of water before returning to the couch.

Her thoughts were consumed. At one point, she breifley thought about going back over there and actually killing him, but the knock on the door stopped her from carrying out her plan.

As she opened the door, she yelled at him, "If you do not get away from me I-" She stopped when she realized who it was.

He smiled that charming smile of his, "Hi Ziva." She pinched her nose in embarrassment and looked down at the ground as he continued, "I know you said you had to work late today, but I wanted to see you and thought I would stop by." She was now looking at him again, "But if you want me to, I'll leave."

"No." She smiled, "Please, come in." She opened the door further and let him walk in before shutting it behind him.

"Everything okay?" He asked.

She nodded and smiled, "Yes, fine. Just my partner...he is very...juvenile."

"I see. Want me to...take care of him?"

She chuckled, "No, I took care of it. He will not be a problem anymore."

"Good." Was his reply. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her into a kiss. Ziva responded by wrapping her arms around his neck, and the kiss deepened further. When she felt his hands start to travel up her shirt, she put her hands on his chest and slightly pushed him backwards.

"Would you like a beer?"

"Yeah, a beer would be great." Jonathan replied, and then walked over to her couch. As she walked over, a beer in each hand, he spoke again, "So uh, why did you tell me you had to work tonight?"

Ziva half smiled, "What? I did have to work tonight. I only got off about an hour ago."

"I see." Jonathan gave her a look, took a sip of his beer, and sat it down on the coffee table before leaning over towards Ziva. "You sure I don't need to go handle this guy?"

Ziva chuckled, "No, as I said, I took care of it."

"Does this guy have feelings for you or something?"

"His name is Tony, and no, he doesn't. We are just partners."

"Tony, huh?"

Ziva rolled her eyes, for the topic of Tony was getting stale, and the fact that she wanted to kill him wasn't helping. "Look, Jonathan, I do not wish to talk about this any longer. Would you like me to order a pizza?" She stood from the couch and walked into the kitchen to grab her phone.

"Why don't you want to talk about Tony?" He pressed.

Ziva groaned, "Why do you want to talk about Tony?" She snapped back.

"Because." He followed her to the kitchen and leaned against the door frame, "I have a feeling that you have more than feelings for this guy." He stepped closer to her, "I really hate it when there's another man in the picture with my girlfriend.

Ziva rolled her eyes again. They had been on a couple of dates, yes, but she definitely didn't see herself as his girlfriend.

In fact, the very thought of it made her shudder. She only returned to reality when he spoke again.

"So, you need to go ahead and tell me why you're feeling this way about this man."

"What are you a psychiatrist?" Ziva snapped again. Now she just wanted him gone.

"Answer the question." He demanded, and she narrowed her eyes at him.

"The only feeling I have is annoyance, and you are not helping. Drip the subject." She stared up at him for several seconds before looking down at the phone, "What would you like on the pizza?"

Jonathan responded by grabbing her wrist, "Ziva, I don't like it when women cheat on me."

"Let go of me." Ziva said through her teeth, and when he didn't, she spoke again, "Let go of me and get out of here."

"I'll leave when I want to leave."

And that's when Ziva had enough. She freed herself from his grip and punched him in the stomach, but it didn't seem to slow him down as he reached up, grabbed her by the throat, and pushed her against the cabinet. She managed to free herself from his vice like grip again, and flipped him on the floor before running over to the end table, where her SIG was located. "Get out." She said, her breathing shallow.

He managed to get to his feet, and slowly walked over to her, regardless of the government issued weapon that was aimed at him.

"You're playing a very dangerous game, Agent David." He said softly, a grin on his face as he left her apartment. He stopped and looked at her again before stepping on the elevator, "Bye love."

After Ziva made sure he was gone, she locked the door and leaned on it, her back sliding down it as her knees became too weak to support her weight. Tears began to swell her eyes. She wrapped her arms around her knees, her SIG still positioned in her right hand. She could already feel the bruise forming on her wrist and slightly on her neck where he gripped her before, but that wasn't why tears were streaming down her face. It was the one thing she never wanted to admit to anyone, or even herself.

Anthony DiNozzo was right.

She needed another boyfriend.

Okay, so the end there was a little out of character for Ziva to me, but I'm super-ultra picky. So leave me a review and tell me what you thought. :)