Well, my last chapter was definitely incorrect! Ah well! Annoying thing, NCIS made us REWATCH the crash! It took me a week to get over that! Ugh! I loved how Tony was about his car though! Reminded me of the old Tony. Ziva though, reminded me of me when I'm vexed. I.e. watch out! However, I have a hard time believing I'd kill someone. Anyway, on to the fic. I don't own the title. It's sung by Rosemary Clooney in White Christmas.

You Done Me Wrong

Ziva sighs in relief. Bodnar is dead. She has no idea how she will be punished by Vance's bosses, but that could matter to her now. Bodnar is dead. Being ushered out by Gibbs and walking down the stairs she can feel Tony and McGee's eyes on her. She swallows a lump in her throat as she sits back at her desk and gingerly retrieves her belongings. More than two days ago, she and Tony had been willing to take a new step in their lives. Now, she is completely unsure. Her partner cared more about his car than her at the time of the wreck, and though it may seem selfish, she wishes his complaining would at least stay to a minimum. Her gaze shifts when she notices Tony's steely gaze.

Sucking in a breath as she ties her shoe, she decides to ignore the man at the desk opposite her. She finishes tying her other shoe when her partner's figure blocks her passage out. Her face is emotionless as her eyes travel up to his. With her good arm, she grabs for her keys and realizes they are evidence. When he still stands in front of her, Ziva knows there is something more that needs to be said. Impatiently, the former Israeli assassin waits for the words her partner will eventually say.

"You need a ride home?" He asks. A questioning expression framing her features, the woman says, "My car is gone Tony. Besides, I would rather jog home anyway."

Carefully standing up as she states her aim to jog home, Tony catches her by her good arm, smiles, and says, "Woah, my ninja."

Not in the mood to play games with the man, Ziva shakes off the hand and scans the room. Both McGee and Gibbs are gone. She knows tying her shoes takes a little longer with an injured arm, but the two other agents leaving quickly is a little off putting.

"Where are McGee and Gibbs?" She questions as she turns her face back to her partner.

"Left twenty minutes ago." He responds, "Are you sure you're okay? You seemed a little dazed getting your stuff together."

"I am fine Tony." She answers. Tony raises an eyebrow.

"You sure?" He asks. "That limp of yours and your knuckles beg to differ."

"I was training Tony. That is what happens." Ziva deflects silently wishing her chair had not found its way to her other exit. Tony opens his mouth again. The willingness to fight completely gone, the woman succumbs to her partner's voice.

"You really shouldn't run home you know." He tells her as he lifts his hand to assess the cuts on her face. She stares at him as he looks at her cheek feeling as if she is back to the agent who was almost killed in a parking garage. The only difference is now she does not flinch. She simply lets her caring, playboy, partner look at her.

"Are you sure you don't want a ride back? I can call a taxi you know." The man carefully states as he takes his hand from her face. Ziva shakes her head wondering how the man in front of her can be a child one moment and caring the next. Grabbing for his hand, Ziva lightly squeezes it and gives her partner a weak smile.

"It is over." She responds with a mix of remorse and determination in her voice. Placing her good hand on her partner's left cheek, the female Special Agent places a light and gentle kiss on his right cheek. With no time to react consciously, Tony simply moves out of the woman's way as she walks carefully from him to the elevator.

Once the doors to the metal box close, Tony DiNozzo wonders if Ziva were talking about them or Bodnar.

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