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Ziva sat in the waiting room with Gibbs waiting for word on Tony's condition. "He tried to warn me," Ziva recalled the conversation in the men's bathroom earlier that day. "I refused to listen."

"If you would have listened, would anything have changed?" Gibbs asked. "Holdset would have just changed his plans. Instead of Tony in there, it could easily have been you, or the both of you," he pointed out. "Ziva, until I find this guy, I don't want you doing anything alone. You're a loose end."

"I want to find him myself," Ziva protested.

"You can, just be sure McGee or me are with you. You may be tough, but that might not be enough," Gibbs told her as the door opened to the waiting room.

"Jeanne?" Ziva asked, shocked to see the woman standing just inside the doorway. "What are you doing here?"

"I've been working here for the past nine months," she explained, not looking particularly thrilled to see two reminders of her painful past in front of her. "What are you doing here?" she asked, subtly looking around the room, for Tony no doubt, Ziva thought.

Ziva glanced at Gibbs, trying to figure out what to say. When Gibbs did not act as if he was going to speak, Ziva said, "We are waiting for news on Tony. He was shot in his apartment a couple hours ago. The paramedics brought him here, since it was the closest hospital. Bethesda was too far."

Jeanne thought she was past Tony, having found a new boyfriend. Yet, the moment this woman mentioned his name, her stomach plummeted. At the same time, however, Jeanne recognized the look in her eyes.

"Have you heard anything?" Jeanne asked finally and both the dark-haired woman and the silver-haired man, Gibbs she remembered, shook their heads no.

"He has been in surgery since we arrived exactly one hour, fifteen minutes and about twenty seconds ago," Ziva explained, looking at her watch.

"I can see what I can find out," Jeanne told the two, turning and leaving the room. She had no idea why she was helping these people, but there was something in the woman's eyes that made her want to help. Jeanne noticed the worry in her eyes and knew there were more emotions hidden behind those eyes.

When she returned, Jeanne noticed that only the woman was in the room. "Where's Agent Gibbs?" she asked the woman.

"He needed to call the director and give an update, and to get coffee," Ziva said. "Did you find out anything?"

"There is a massive amount of bleeding in his abdomen," Jeanne said, dipping into her doctor's mindset, but feeling her stomach in knots. "Dr. Andrews is doing his best to stop it," she explained. "I think I liked it better when I thought he was a college professor," Jeanne admitted, sitting a couple seats down from Ziva.

"I do not," Ziva let out a small chuckle. "It was not the best of times for the team," she told the woman.

"Jeremy did this didn't he?" Jeanne asked quietly her face pale.

"How do you know Jeremy?" Ziva asked, shocked at this revelation.

"I practically grew up with him," Jeanne explained. "He was close to my father."

"When was the last time you spoke to him?" Gibbs asked, having walked in just in time to hear what Jeanne said.

"Last week," Jeanne answered. "He said he was in town with his girlfriend, and wanted to meet for lunch. Said I would really be surprised at what he'd done. I asked him what, and he said he'd managed to find the weakness of the man who hurt me," she explained. "I thought he meant that man who worked for my father. I should have realized he meant Tony."

Ziva looked at Gibbs, and knew he was thinking the same thing she was: Jeremy used her to get under Tony's skin. This thought only made Ziva angrier, and, before she knew what was going on, she found herself outside the hospital.

How could she have been so blind? She should have realized no man would ever be so perfect unless they were hiding something. Her Mossad training should have warned her, but she had let her guard down. And, now her partner was in surgery fighting for his life all because of her.

"You must be Ziva," she heard Jeanne say a few minutes later. Ziva turned to look at her questioningly. "Tony slipped and said your name a few times when he was talking about his past relationships."

"I am his partner at work," Ziva explained. "That was probably why," she offered for an excuse.

"NCIS teammates watch movies together late at night? And spend the weekends together?" Jeanne asked, knowing the answer.

Ziva leaned her head back against the wall. "We broke up about the time he met you," she explained. "It was a long time ago, things have changed," Ziva assured Jeanne. "We are just partners and that is all."

Jeanne studied the woman next to her. No matter how hard she tried to assure Jeanne, there was no hiding that Ziva did not believe a word she said. "He never got over you," Jeanne confided. "A part of me always knew our relationship would never last. I knew he was still in love with you, so I took every day as a gift. I thought the longer he was with me, the more he would forget you," she explained. "Can I ask you if you were the woman Jeremy was talking about?" Jeanne asked a moment later.

Nodding, Ziva asked, "When is the last time you saw him?"

"We met for lunch about three months ago. He wanted to know how I was doing after everything with Tony and my father," Jeanne explained.

"Do you have any way of contacting him? An address anything?"

"He gave me a number, said that if I ever needed anything to call it," Jeanne said. "I don't understand what's going on," she told the two, suddenly feeling as if she was having déjà vu.

Ziva explained to the doctor what they knew about Jeremy, and the woman stared off into space. "It is imperative that we find him, Jeanne," Ziva explained. "We need to find out what he is up to, before he does something else."

"I'll give you everything I know, but please do not tell him I helped. I don't want caught up in any more of my father's dealings," Jeanne told her.

"We can arrange for you to start a new life," Gibbs said from to the right of the two women. "One without any connection to your father," he promised as he pulled his cell phone out to call Director Vance.