Okay so, here we go. Finally chapter 7!

Other than being busier than a bee, this chapter was extremely hard to write, and I hate it. But I knew it needed to be updated, and I'm gonna try and do better with updating. I'm sorry!

Now, I know that Ziva (and possibly Tony) are both out of character in this chapter, but eh. It is fiction. And it will get better, I promise! :)

Enough of my rambling.

Tony watched as Ziva stepped onto the elevator. He shook his head in disbelief and returned to his desk. He wanted to tell her exactly what she deserved to hear, but he just couldn't.

Maybe it was the look on her face. The one that was a look of disgust, hurt and anger.

He sat back in his chair and laced his fingers behind his head, took a deep sigh and stared up at the ceiling. He became lost in thought, solely on Ziva. He groaned and sat up quickly, "Stop it, DiNozzo." He told himself.

In the back of his mind, he knew it was no use to worry about Ziva. She was his partner, yes, but she was more than capable of taking care of herself.

It was now almost an hour since Ziva left, and Tony finally made a decision. He sighed again and typed on his keyboard a little before grabbing a post-it note and scribbling an address on it. He stood, added his weapon to his side, and headed for the elevator.

"Who in the hell are you?" Jonathan Crowbell said as he opened the door. Tony smirked and took his wallet out of his pocket.

"I'm very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo."

Jonathan responded by a smirk to mimic Tony's. "And what can I do for you, Special Agent DiNozzo?" He crossed his arms and leaned on the door frame.

Tony chuckled, "It's actually what I can do for you, Johnny boy." He sighed, "I believe that you have had some sort of relationship with Ziva David, correct?"

"Why does that pertain to you?" Jonathan shot back. Tony chuckled again.

"Okay. Let me put it this way. I know that you and Agent David have had some kind of relationship in the past."

Jonathan chuckled, "The past? I don't think so. What we have is definitely in the present, my friend."

"Not anymore." Tony said sternly.

"What? You her body guard or something?"

"Doesn't matter what I am. I don't know the situation behind the marks that were on her neck today, but-"

"Look buddy. I don't give a damn who you think you are, and I don't care what your feelings for Ziva are. I will do whatever the hell I want, and I'll do it with who I want. I suggest you do yourself a favor and get out of here."

Tony half smiled, "Alright, fine. I'm leaving. I've said what I needed to say. You have a nice night, Mr. Crowbell." He turned and walked towards the elevator, the smirk still on his face. He was going to make sure that that bastard didn't go anywhere near Ziva again.

Ever.

Half an hour later, he sat in his car outside of his apartment and opened his cell phone. He went past Abby, Ducky, Gibbs, and McGee and several others, which reminded him he really needed to clean the thing out, before he finally got to the name he wanted: Ziva.

His mind was racing and his conscious was telling him to call and check on her. That's what friends were for, right?

And they were friends...right?

He honestly didn't know anymore. He looked down at his phone again as his thumb hovered over the green call button.

Worrying about her and her emotions was a waste of time, he knew, but he couldn't help it. Even if she did see him as only a partner, she was somehow, in a weird twisted kind of way, more than that to him.

But she was Ziva David, after all, and was probably in her bed sound asleep and not worrying about a thing (like he was). And, other than that, she wouldn't answer his call anyway. He sighed deeply and shut his phone, trying to tell his conscious to shut up.

Ziva walked into her apartment and headed for her bedroom. She felt the need to rid some of the excess energy her body was currently storing. Not to mention the aggravation, anger, and other mixed emotions that were in there. She changed into a pair of tights and a tank quickly before adding tennis shoes.

Normally, before a run, she'd grab the iPod Tony got for her because she 'needed one to officially be an American', as he put it. But, doing so would remind her of him, as it usually did, and that's the last thing she wanted.

She left the iPod sitting on her dresser and headed out the door. Hoping that the run would help her get Tony, Jonathan, and just the awful day out of her mind.

Three miles later, she returned to her apartment, more frustrated than she was before. It didn't help because there was only one person on her mind the entire time.

Anthony DiNozzo.

It wasn't just the fact that he was right, but that he didn't say anything, and acted like he had no concern for her pain.

She groaned at herself and stripped quickly for a shower. The hot water felt good to her aching muscles and she stayed in it for a while before stepping out. Returning to the living room, she curled up on the couch and tried to focus on a book.

Ziva didn't understand why she was letting Tony or Jonathan get to her, because she knew better.

Mossad taught her better.

The thought of Israel, Mossad, and her father made her shiver. She closed her book and put it back on the coffee table.

Out of ideas, she got in her bed and shut her eyes, praying for sleep to take her over. It was definitely what she needed.

After tossing and turning and staring for three hours, she turned over and looked at the blue LED numbers on her clock that was next to her bed: 1:15.

Making a decision, she sat up in her bed and grabbed her phone, scrolling through her contacts and stopping on Tony. She sighed deeply and pressed the call button.

"Hello?"

It was what she needed now.

Him.

Yes, I did kind of borrow a lyric from Lady Antebellum's Need You Now because I am currently madly in love with that song. So, if you haven't heard it, type .com into your search bar and listen to it. :)

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