Ziva groans as she opens her eyes, immediate pain intercepting her as soon as she did. It was still mostly dark outside; Ziva could see that the sky was turning the reddish pinkish color it did just like every morning when she would go for her run. Ziva could forget about her jog today. She could barely sit up never mind go run eight miles. She felt nauseous and like there had been an explosion in her skull. Last night was mostly a blur so she wasn't surprised when she saw Tony in bed next her. She wouldn't have been surprised if she had woken up in Mexico because after she got that whiskey bottle out who knows what she did.

Tony was snoring next to her and she noticed that her hand was entwined with his. She quickly looked down making sure she was still fully clothed. Ziva knew that Tony wouldn't take advantage of her but who knows how much he had to drink. She relaxes when she sees that the only thing that had been removed was her shoes. Ziva tries to remember something, anything, about last night but the last thing she remembered was falling asleep while some climatic music was playing in the back round and then waking up and puring herself a drink or two or eight. She tried sitting up but decided against it when she gets dizzy just from slightly lifting her head.

Last night she was drunk. Ziva David does not get drunk. The last time she ever remembered having too much to drink was when they whole team had been out at the bar. The whole team except Tony. He said he would be there but wasn't. She remembered Ducky asking her about her feelings for Tony. She remembered her response had been a lie.

All Ziva wanted to do right now was close her eyes and go back to sleep, well that and throw up. She knew she couldn't though; she needed to get up, shower, eat. Okay maybe not eat. She pulled her hand from Tony's grasp and once again attempted to sit up. She sat up slightly and pulled the pillow up behind her so she could lean back comfortably on the headboard. Tony woke up from the movement and looked over at Ziva. "Well if it isn't Rachel," Ziva stares at him blankly not understanding what it was his reference meant. "Come on you can't tell me you never saw... You know what never mind," Tony says and sits up and gives her a smile. "How you feeling?" Tony asks as he takes in the appearance of Ziva. Her hair was as curly and out of control as ever, the make up she wears had been smudged from sleep and from tears. Tony remembered his first major hang over, he was in college and had a mid term that day, he ended up taking that class the next year too.

"I have felt better after being shot," Ziva says and he laughs. That sounded about right.

"Yeah, you had some fun with my whiskey last night," Tony says and remember what she had told him, the truth she had confessed. "He is trying to kill me," Tony could heard those words over and over in his mind last night. "The one who taught me how to kill is trying to kill me!" Those words were what kept him from a restful sleep. "Ari was right." Those words had been followed by a series of quiet tears from the one person who he had never seen cry and made him want to do the same.

"I do not even remember what happened." Tony figured she wouldn't, it was another common occurrence in college for him. At least she woke up next to someone she knew.

"Nothing?"

"Drinking, that is about it," Ziva told him.

"I'm gonna get you some aspirin. You should call Gibbs and tell him you're sick," Tony suggests and swings his leg over the side of the bed stepping on to the cold floor. "I'll be right back."

Ziva sighs and squeezes her eyes tightly shut. A flash of memories come rushing back to her. Pain. Drinking. Laughing. Hurting. Crying. Confessions. I didn't actually tell him did I? Ziva wonders hoping it was just a dream, a nightmare. She remembered trying to drink every painful memorie away, trying to forget it all. She remembered Tony helping her to bed and taking off her shoes, holding her hand just like he was this morning. She didn't dream it, she told him. Everything she had been keeping to herself she told him. All the secrets, the hurt, the pain, the truth it was all out in the open now.

"Here," Tony says and hands her the aspirin and a glass of water. "I know they say to only take two but I think you could use a little extra." Ziva stares down at the four aspirin that were in her hand. She pops them all in her mouth and take a large drink of water. She makes a face of disgust once she swallows the pills. "Yeah, even water doesn't taste good and water's not supposed to have taste. You know it's funny when I was in college the only thing that tasted good when I had a hangover was-"

"Tony," Ziva says stopping him from the ramble he was going on. It was inevitable that they would have to discuss even if Ziva would usually argue that nothing is inevitable.

"Ziva," Tony says jokingly but when he sees her face he knows that she needed to talk to him. All jokes aside.

"I remember last night," she says quietly and Tony wants to make a joke make the awkwardness go away. Make the sad look in her eyes go away. "I told you, yes?"

"Yeah, you told me," Tony says and then thinks for a minute. "Well, sort of you told me what he was going to do," Tony says spitting out the word 'he' as if it causes an unpleasant taste in his mouth. "But not why. Something about a bomb."

"Yes, my father is planning a terrorist attack and has been for a while now," Ziva tells him and drinks from the cup wishing it was the same comforting poison she drank last night. "I accidentally found out about it, and once my father caught breeze of that fact he knew he would have to kill me since I would tell." Tony contemplates correcting her idiom mistake but decided to just let her talk. Afraid if he moved or talked she would stop, stop supplying him with the answers he had been searching for for weeks now. "All of the phone calls I have been receiving have been from him trying to make a deal with me. To make me not tell. A few days ago he said unless I swore to keep my mouth shut he would kill not only me but you too. This is why I had not alerted the authorities. I was then informed, from someone in Mossad, that my father had every intention to kill me unless I came back to Mossad."

"Who told you?"

"Someone who owes me a favor," Ziva says.

"You should have told someone, Ziva."

"Don't you think I know that?" Ziva asks raising her voice but regrets it when she realizes how sensitive her ears are. "I knew that the situation had to be dealt with very delicately and I had every intention to inform Gibbs as soon as I had figured the best way to carry this out."

"You should have told me," Tony says. "You should have trusted me."

"I do trust you, Tony. You are the reason I did not just go to Gibbs in the first place!" Ziva stood up tired of feeling restricted to the bed.

"Great so now you're blaming it on me!" Tony yells and a pained expression crosses her face from both the hangover and his words. She recovers from it quickly though.

"I am blaming nothing on you! Stop reading so much into what I am saying!" Ziva says in a yell-whisper. "I needed to think, work things out best I could. I was trying to protect you." Ziva jabs her finger at him nearly missing his chest.

"You should be trying to protect the country, not just me!"

"I needed to do both. It is one thing when it was my life I was endangering it is another when your's is included." Tony stares at her. He was angry with her for not telling him, not telling anyone. At that moment though he had so many thoughts circling in his mind he wasn't sure what he was thinking. Anger was the easiest. Caring was the most prominent.

"Were planning on ever telling anyone?"

Ziva is surprised by him asking her that. She expected many responses from him but not anything like that. "How could you ask such a thing?"

"Israel is your country and you were making no move of informing anyone. How can I not assume it?"

"Because you know me!" she says. Ziva had thought her father was hurting her, but the pain she was feeling from Tony's accusations was much worse. "Or at least I believed that you did. Maybe that was a mistake, yes."

"What if he killed you before you had told anyone? What if he killed you, and since you were too afraid to tell anyone hundreds others lost their lives too?!"

"I was going to tell someone as soon as I figured out the best way to explain it!" Ziva says defending herself the best she could while feeling like someone was repeatedly hitting her head with a mallet.

"When would that of been? Would it of been before you were laying on a slab in autopsy?" Tony wasn't exactly mad at her but when he thought of what could have happened...What could still happen.

"Yes it would have been." They stare at each other. Neither knowing what to say and not daring to say some of the things they wanted to say. "I will see you at work I suppose." Ziva tells him and tries to put her shoes back on but has great difficulty from the black circles that seem to be impairing her vision.

"You can't drive like you are, Ziva," Tony tells her. as he watches her difficulties with putting on her shoe. She was still disorientated and getting up so quickly sure didn't help anything.

"I am fine," she says just as she had days before. When she still had her secrets, her burdens.

"No you aren't. Go back to bed I'll leave you alone," Tony says and turns to leave. "Don't forget to call Gibbs and tell him you're sick or else he'll have your head."

Ziva sighs and sits back down on the bed. She rests her head in her hands and replays their conversation in her head. Of all the people of whom she could argue with Tony was the last one she wanted to be mad at with right now. Right now she needed him. That was something she would, nor could, ever admit but it was so true.

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Another chapter written and hopefully a few more questions answered. Thank you to everyone who reviewed last chapter I don't think I would still be writing this if it wasn't for all the encouragement I have been receiving. Happy Thanksgiving, to all who celebrate it, if I don't update until after the holiday. Remember reviews give me the inspiration to update hint hint :)