Author's Note: Alright, this chapter is kind of short. I just wanted to stress how torn Ziva is, because it's coming at her so fast. Enjoy!

Ziva sat still at her desk, still staring at the necklace in her hand. She was confused, very confused. Isn't this what she wanted? It's what she thought she wanted. But now it's happening, it's different. What is she supposed to say to him? Should she tell him she feels the same way? Ziva got up from her desk and walked toward the window. Snow started to fall, dusting the ground with the fine white powder. She thought about Tony, about what he was doing right now. Ziva took out her cell phone and scrolled down the screen until it reached the T's. She clicked on Tony's name, and went down to where his number was saved. Her thumb lingered over the call button, but she couldn't bring herself to press it. She snapped the phone shut and continued gazing outside.

"Ziva. What are you doing here?" Ziva turned around and saw Tim, standing there at the entrance of the bullpen, looking at her. She watched as his face grew concerned. Was it that obvious she was distressed?

"Hello, McGee." Ziva walked to him awkwardly, hoping she wouldn't have to tell him any of her problems. She didn't need to do that to him on Christmas Eve.

"What's wrong?" McGee asked Ziva, his eyes full of worry.

Ziva tried to play it off, as if it was nothing. But she couldn't lie to McGee, not now.

"Here." Ziva took the necklace off from around her neck and handed it to McGee. He looked at her quizzically as he took the necklace from her hand.

"Um, thank you, Ziva?"

"Look at the back" Ziva watched as he squinted to read the inscription, and his face became puzzled.

"Ziva, this is so nice. Who gave you this?"

Ziva paused before responding. She wasn't sure if she should tell him. But it's Tim, he respects her.

"Tony gave it to me. Tony told me he has feelings for me."

"Ooh." McGee scrunched his eyebrows, Ziva saw he was in an awkward position.

"So, what are you gonna do about it?"

"I don't know, Tim. I don't know. I need your help. Tony gave this to me, just a few hours ago, but...I don't know."

"Well, do you feel the same way?"

"I thought I did. But, now, I am not sure if I still do."

"Ziva, I know how this feels. You're having doubts, you're not sure if this is right. I'm not going to tell you what to do, but you should do what you think is best."

Ziva knew McGee was right. He told her what she already knew. Listen to her heart.

"Thank you, Tim."

"No problem, Ziva. Well, I gotta head out. I just came to grab my wallet, my sister's waiting for me. Merry Christmas, Ziva."

"Of course, I'll let you get back to her. Merry Christmas, Tim."

Ziva stayed looking out the window. The snow was starting to accumulate on the sidewalk. She watched McGee get into his car and greet his sister. He drove off, through the snow, back to celebrating with his family. She sighed as she walked back to her desk, gathering her things. Ziva thought about what McGee had just told her. But in truth, she wasn't sure if she was ready.

"Thank you, Tim."

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