Author's Note: I know, I know. I switched POV's. But I wanted you guys to see Tony's take on the situation.

The elevator doors slid open and Tony stepped out into the normal hustle and bustle of the squad room. But something was off, it was particularly quiet in his team's bullpen. Nothing looked wrong, Everyone was doing their thing. McGee typing away, Gibbs scanning through photos while sipping a coffee cup. Even Ziva seemed preoccupied, casually signing some papers left for her on her desk.

Tony was extremely worried, Ziva hadn't contacted him last night. He was confused. Truthfully, he was confused about everything that happened last night. Tony had wanted to stay, and watch her reaction, but he couldn't take rejection, not from Ziva. He would have told her, straight up that he had feelings for her, but her story about eight-year-old Shmuel Rubenstein had changed his mind. He dropped his bag down on the floor next to him, and sat down in his chair. Tony saw Ziva glance up at him occasionally, but he couldn't read her eyes. She was probably thinking something about how she wished he never said anything, and now she doesn't know what to say. Tension hung in the air between the two of them, so thick you could almost see it. Tony watched as Ziva got up to give Gibbs some papers about the case they were working on. Just then, he desk phone rang and he instinctively picked it up.

"DiNozzo."

"Hey!" The overly cheery voice of Abby rang into his ear. The voice she uses when she's hiding something. "I, um, got some, forensic stuff for you."

"Don't you usually call Gibbs for that?"

"Don't question me, Anthony DiNozzo! Just get your butt down to my lab!"

The line went dead and Tony's eyes widened at Abby's demand. Very out of character for her. Before Tony could leave the bullpen, his phone rang once again.

"DiNozzo."

"And bring me a Caf-Pow!"

Tony carefully walked into Abby's lab, holding the caf-pow tightly in his hand. He was scared for his life, truthfully. Judging on how vicious Abby sounded on the phone, and the fact that she could kill him and leave no forensic evidence, left a lot to be worried about.

"Tony." Abby said bluntly, without even turning around. "Gibbs is better at this then you are."

"Better at what?"

"Coming in without making any sound. He's gotten so good that I don't even realize it anymore. Not that I think anyone does. I remember one time, I tried putting bubble wrap on the floor. That worked out fairly well, except for the fact that Gibbs got mad. And I don't want to get Gibbs mad. He's my main supplier of my daily intake of Caf-Pow! This forensic scientist is a finely tuned machine. I can only-"

"Abby."

"What?"

"Get on with it!"

"Oh, alright Mr. Grumpypants."

"Grumpypants?"

"What?"

"Just, tell me what you've got, Abs."

"That's better. Well, the DNA I found on the gloves matched both the victim's, and our suspect's."

"Alright. Anything else?"

"Once you hand over that Caf-Pow, we'll talk." Tony rolled his eyes, and gave Abby her glorified drink. She smiled widely and took a big, long sip before continuing on.

"I also found something else you might find interesting. There were three chemicals found on the victim's skin. Dibutyl Phthalate, Formaldehyde, and Toluene."

Tony didn't respond; the last words Abby had said might have been Hebrew for all he knew.

"Well? This is the part where Gibbs says what it is, and I say he's right."

Abby waited a few more seconds and threw up her hands in aggravation

"Nail Polish! It's nail polish!"

"So that puts someone else at the crime scene. Which means our suspect is telling the truth. Good work, Abby."

Tony gave her a quick peck on the cheek and started to walk out the door, but he was stopped by Abby's voice.

"Tony?" He turned around, curious.

"Yeah?"

"Well, you seemed kinda down today. I don't know, you just did. Is there anything you want to tell me about?"

Tony froze. Had Abby figured out already? He hoped not, for he was filled with regret already just from his blunder with Ziva.

"No. I have to go, Abby."

Before Abby could respond, he was out the door and on his was up to the 3rd floor.

When the elevator arrived at the squad rooms, he breezed his way right through the bullpen, not glancing once at Ziva. For the first time, Tony truly felt rejected.

Yes, these last few chapters are quite depressing, I know. But don't worry, I'm a big Tiva fan myself. There is definetly more in store. But...you're only getting to see it if I get REVIEWS! Seriously, just hearing from you guys make my day. And if you want to see what I imagined Ziva's necklace to look like, I have a link posted at the bottom of my profile. Check it out!