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Ziva knew they would be looking for her, but she needed to be a step ahead of the police, and a step ahead of Tony. When she left her apartment yesterday she had done so without her purse, her phone or any other personal belongings other than the clothes she had on, which were now evidence therefore she needed to stop by her office and the faster she did it the better, she knew they would look there for her so she needed to make her visit as quick as possible.

She walked as fast as she could, she wasn't really tired, and her runs every morning kept her in shape. She made it to the office in less than an hour but not wanting to call any attention to herself went in trough the back door. She made it to the service elevator and up to her office unnoticed. But as soon as she walked in through the doors Marie looked up and almost threw her to the floor with a hug.

"Oh Ziva, I am so glad you're all right. Is unbelievable what happened yesterday. I was so worried about you."

"Thank you Marie. I am okay. Don't worry." She managed to disentangle herself from the woman's hug. "I just need to get some stuff from my office."

"Yeah. Do you want your messages?"

"No, I'll only be in for a short while. I have some things I need to take care of."

"Of course, Ziva."

Ziva got into her office and locked the door. She opened the safe and took every object in there; the money, the set of keys, the papers, and the gun. She grabbed the phone from her desk drawer and headed out. She said goodbye to Marie and hurried into the elevator. She didn't get out on the first floor but kept going to the parking garage. She went straight to the south cornered where a black Mercedes was parked. This was her sister's car, she couldn't make herself sell it or give it away. They had both shared so much in this car and if everything turned out all right she would be returning it to its rightful owner soon.

She got in the car and made her way out of there. She knew she needed to make another stop and then lay low until the next night, but she couldn't help her need to go by her father's house. She needed to because this might be the last time she saw her father. She parked in the back and went in through the garden entrance hoping to avoid as many people as possible. She made it all the way to her father's room without anyone seeing her. Outside the room she took a breath to calm her nerves, she needed to hide the fear that was consuming her. She finally found the courage and opened the door. There was her father in his bed, like always. As soon as he heard the door he looked and a smile took over his face. She loved seeing her father smile.

"Ziva, what a nice surprise. I wasn't expecting you so early." She moved closer, sat on the bed and hugged her father. "Are you all right my dear?"

"I am fine papa. I just didn't feel like working today."

"I understand. Sometimes everything is a little too overwhelming."

She nodded and kissed his hand. "Papa, I love you."

"Ziva, are you telling me the truth? Are you sure you're all right."

"I am fine papa. You don't have to worry about me." Eli wasn't a stupid person. He knew something was going on with his daughter. But there was nothing he could do. Ziva had always been the independent child. Always had her way and went and came as she pleased. There was a time when he thought she was involved in something shady but he was never able to get anything from her. The only thing he could do was make sure she knew he was there for whatever she needed. "Papa I have to go. Don't forget I love you."

She got up and left the room before she broke down in front of her father. She stood outside the room for a couple of minutes gathering herself. She wiped the tears off her face and headed towards the stairs only to stumble against something strong, or rather someone.

"I knew I would find you here."

"Tony!" Damn it she thought she could be out of here before he thought of looking for her at her father's house.

"If you needed to see your father you could have just asked." He sounded mad and she couldn't blame him. "But that's not what the little escapade was about is it?"

"Not here Tony." She was well aware that her father could easily overhear the conversation and become agitated and worried so she took him by the arm and led him to the downstairs room that was used as a library. He allowed her to take him downstairs but his demeanor told her he wasn't happy.

Once they were inside the room she closed the door and not a second later he spoke. "What the heck is going on? Why would you leave the station like that? As if you were hiding something?" She was quiet, too quiet for his taste and had a guilty look in her face. "Is that it Ziva? Are you hiding something from me?"

"Tony I am not hiding anything."

"No, no, no. you are hiding something."

"You know what you're right."

"What is it?"

"I lied to you." She watched his expression saddened and bit her tongue to keep her tears from falling out. Damn it this man made her weak, but she found her strength and continued. "I know the person who's after me."

"Damn it Ziva how do you know him?"

"We were together for several years."

"Together?"

"We were lovers Tony, does that answer your question?"

Tony felt his blood boil inside, how could he have been so wrong about this woman? How could he have let himself fall for her? "I see, you make it a habit of sleeping around. Is that your other profession?"

She walked towards him and slapped him. "You are such an asshole Tony."

He knew it was a low blow and he deserved the hit. "I might be an asshole but you are a liar." He decided that his personal problems would have to wait, he needed to think clear, think as a cop would. "Now tell me everything you know."

"His name is Damian. We met years ago; we went out for a while. That's it."

"That's bullshit Ziva. What's his last name? Where do I find him?"

"I don't know. I already told you all I know."

"Is he the one who killed Kate?" she didn't answer so he moved closer and made her look at him. "Answer me? Is he the man who killed Kate?"

"Yes" her answer came out like a whisper.

"What the hell happened in there? Was he even there to hurt you?"

"No, he wasn't there to hurt me."

"Then why is my partner in the morgue now?"

Ziva wasn't a person who got scared easily but Tony's eyes and his voice had her terrified, she had to fight hard to keep her body from shaking. "It wasn't supposed to be like that Tony. She just came into the room and then I couldn't stop it."

"Oh my god. She did for nothing."

"Tony it wasn't supposed to happen. I tried to stop him but… "

"Shut up. You hear me just shut up. You are the reason she's dead you hear me? You might as well have pulled the trigger yourself. How could I have been so stupid? I'll get him Ziva, have no doubts about that, I will get him and I'll make sure he pays; and you, you I don't know what to say." He was now in her face, pressing her against the bookshelf. "I never thought I would be capable of having rage against anyone, but you made the impossible possible. Congratulations Ziva."

There was rage in his eyes but there was also sadness and defeat, Ziva felt horrible for hurting him like this, she wished the earth would open beneath her and just swallow her, because she was sure her heart couldn't handle any more of his harsh words.

"I have to arrest you. Am I going to have to handcuff you or will you behave?"

"I am sorry Tony." She then swung the wooden statue she had picked up from the bookshelf at his head. She was too fast doing it and he didn't have time to react. He looked at her shocked for a second before his eyes closed and he crumbled to the floor. She caught him before he hit the floor and laid him carefully. She made sure he was breathing, he would probably have a bad headache but he would be okay. She brushed his hair out of his face and kissed him on his forehead. "I am so sorry Tony. It hurts me to hurt you. I promised you if after tomorrow night I am still alive I'll turn myself in. I don't know how, but you made me fall in love with you. Goodbye."

She gave him another kiss, on the lips this time and walked out after removing her father's gun from his safe. She walked out of the house determined not to cry but her heart was working against her, so she allowed herself to cry, after all she had just left the people she loved the most in that house.

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