Here's the second chapter for ya'll. It's a lot longer than the first one, so I hope you enjoy it. It's kinda OOC for Ziva, but in a way it's still in character. Or, atleast I hope ya'll will see how I TRIED to make it relate to the Ziva we know....

Enjoy!!

Ziva sat at her desk drinking a fresh cup of coffee, trying to stay awake. The storm the night before had been louder and fiercer than she'd been used to. Her power went out about 2 a.m. and was still out when she left the apartment. Looking at the clock on her desk, Ziva figured she had about an hour before everyone else came to work, So, she decided to lay her head down for a few minutes.

However, the moment she closed her eyes, she heard the elevator ding, and heard the distinct grumbling of her team partner. Mentally growling, Ziva sat up and watched him walk to his desk. He seemed not to realize he was not alone. Instead, he grumbled under his breath as he turned his computer on and dug through his back pack.

"Did you lose power as well?" Ziva spoke up, causing Tony to freeze and look up.

"Yeah, tree fell on the lines about three blocks from my apartment," Tony replied. "Hope the storm didn't ruin your date last night," he added, Ziva noticing the way he said 'date.'

"Jeremy left before it began raining," Ziva answered, turning her attention to the computer screen, not catching the slight look of concern that washed over Tony's face for a split second.

Tony stole a quick glance in Ziva's direction a moment later. He could see she barely slept the night before, and somewhere inside he mentally kicked himself.

Flashback

"You are taking this to your head," Ziva yelled at Tony in the middle of the bullpen. "Just because Gibbs chose you as team leader, does not give you the right to treat everyone like your servants," she continued. "You are not Gibbs!"

"You don't think I know that? You don't think that every day I wake up, I hope the past few weeks were just a dream? That Gibbs would be sitting at this desk when I walk in, pissed off at something stupid I did?" Tony yelled back.

"That still does not give you the right to treat McGee and I like you are," Ziva said. "You are not the only one he left, Tony," she added, leaving Tony standing in the bullpen alone.

That night, Tony stood hesitantly in front of Ziva's front door. He hoped she had had enough time to calm down, but he prepared himself. When Ziva opened the door, Tony mentally grimaced at the glare she gave him.

"I bring a peace offering," Tony said, holding up a pizza and movie.

"And why should I forgive you?" Ziva asked, half-glaring at the man in front of her.

"Because you can't resist my famous DiNozzo charm and I brought your favorite pizza and movie," he said, causing Ziva to finally crack a smile before moving to let him through.

"I do not feel like watching a movie tonight," she said, shutting the door behind him. Tony cocked his eyebrow, trying to read Ziva's face as she walked towards him. "I don't want to watch television tonight, or talk," she whispered as she ran her fingers along the buttons on his shirt. Ziva looked into Tony's eyes for a split second before closing the distance and kissing his lips.

End Flashback

"Tony!" Tony heard Ziva say. Looking up, Tony was startled to see Ziva standing right in front of his desk. "Where were you just now?" she asked, curiously.

"Nowhere," he said, pushing his memories to the back of his mind. "What's up?" he asked, noticing her backpack slung over her right shoulder.

"Gibbs called, they found a dead Marine near Quantico," she explained. "They believe it is our missing man."

"Are we waiting for Gibbs?" Tony asked.

"He is going to pick up McGee and meet us there," she said. "Hurry up, I want to get some breakfast on the way," Ziva urged and Tony jumped into action.

The ride was awkward to say the least. They learned to act normal around the team; after all they'd acted as if nothing was going on in the past. However, when it was just the two of them, there was just something not the same.

"So, what does Jeremy do?" Tony asked as he drove down the road.

"He is a lawyer," Ziva said, looking out the window at the cars they passed.

"Abby seems to like him a lot," Tony commented, recalling the numerous times Abby mentioned the man's name. "When are the rest of us going to get a chance to meet him?" he asked, quickly glancing in her direction.

"Tony, I do not think it is a good idea for you two to meet right now," Ziva sighed. "When I think the time is right, I will introduce you, but until then, please do not do anything rash," she half-begged.

"Hey, I thought we got past all this," Tony said.

"There will always be something jumping up and reminding us," Ziva said.

"Popping up," Tony corrected before choosing not to say anything else. Their break up still left the two confused, although neither would admit that to the other.

Silence filled the air until Ziva's cell phone went off. Glancing at the caller i.d., Ziva bit her tongue before answering. "Hi," she said softly.

"I just went by your apartment, but you weren't there," she heard Jeremy say.

"Sorry about that," Ziva apologized. "I was going to call you whenever I had a chance. We got a case, and had to leave earlier than usual," she explained. "Tony and I are on the way as we speak," she added, already knowing where this conversation was going to go.

Flashback

"I never thought of you as a college football fan," Jeremy said one day, walking out of her bedroom carrying an OSU sweatshirt.

"I did not realize I still had that," she lied, silently berating herself for leaving it out in the open.

"This belong to the same person those DVDs belong to?" Jeremy asked.

"One, those DVDs all belong to me. I do not see why you do not believe me. And, second, my partner at work leant that to me after I fell into a creek during an investigation," Ziva explained. "I have not had a chance to give it back. There should be nothing here that belongs to Tony," she assured him, knowing that was far from the truth. Some of the dvds were hers, but many of them actually belonged to Tony. The sweatshirt was one she 'borrowed' one day and never gave back.

"I'm sorry," Jeremy said, sitting down by Ziva on the couch. "I'm just not used to being in a relationship like this," he admitted. "Every other relationship ended after one night, but I find myself not wanting this to end," he told Ziva who couldn't help but comparing what he said to Tony's past.

End Flashback

"Tony is your partner?" Ziva heard the frustration in Jeremy's voice.

"It is complicated, Jeremy," Ziva sighed, not wanting to get into a fight with Tony sitting right next to her. "Can we talk about this tonight?" she asked, hoping he would agree.

"You tell me," Jeremy scoffed. "Will you even remember to call me tonight? A case usually means you'll be out of sorts for the next couple days until it's over."

"I promise I will call tonight, no matter what is going on," Ziva said and Jeremy hung up soon after. Ziva closed her cell phone and leaned her head back against the headrest and closed her eyes.

"Everything okay?" Tony asked.

"Yeah, everything is fine," Ziva said, hoping they would reach the crime scene soon.

Everything had seemed perfect when she and Jeremy first started dating. He was everything she dreamt of. Everything Tony was and more. With Jeremy she did not have the baggage that came with dating Tony. Jeremy was a gentleman in all aspects at the beginning, but something had changed in him. Ziva wished she could go back to the first few months. Back when Jeremy was the perfect man. Back when she could call him and forget about the rest of the world for a while.