The clicking of the clock hurt Tony's ears as he entered the main entrance of NCIS headquarters. He moved quietly and slowly, hoping no one would notice he had recently be removed from his creaking wheel chair and had been now given a chance to try out he weak, but stable legs. He moved through the shadows as quickly as possible before none other than Ziva's replacement jumped in front of him. Her light brown hair pulled up in a ponytail, while her black jeans seemed too short to fit her tall features. The blue loose fitting shirt she wore was covered by a black jacket. This "probie" agent had taken Ziva's place just after the doctor's announcement that the coma Ziva was in was now not medically induced and only Ziva herself could wake her own body up.

"Tony!" the chipper young voice said with a smile.

"Carlee." He said, trying to push past her.

She stepped back and blocked his path. "You got off your wheel chair! That's great!"

"Nothing will be great until Ziva is back." He growled.

"Tony, it has been months since anyone heard anything about Ziva's condition. You have to let her go for now. I am here now." Carlee said in a much more serious tone, placing her hand on his good shoulder.

"You will never replace Ziva." Tony said, shrugging off her hand and pushing past again, this time with more success. Finally arriving at the elevator, he stood at the door and looked it up and down. Tears ran down his cheek as he looked at the grey metal box that almost killed him and Ziva. Finally, taking his unbroken leg he swung it out, causing a large dent to appear. He swung out again and again, sweat pouring down his face. Carlee turned around at the sound of the blows and started racing to her enraged partner.

"Ton…" she started to yell before a man stepped in front of her.

"Let him. He needs this."

"Gibbs, you really need to talk to him, or get him to go to a doctor or something. There is something wrong with his head." Carlee said, finally relaxing when she saw Tony back way and sit on the tile floor.

"I'll deal with it, Andress." He said, nodding his head to the stairs. "Go on up, we will meet you."

She nodded and walked away to the stairs, looking back at Tony and sighing. Gibbs walked to where Tony sat and slowly dragged himself down to his agent's eye level.

"DiNozzo, what the hell is wrong with you? You have to remember that Ziva is not dead. You can still go see her. You never acted like this when agent Todd died. What has consumed you so much that you can't even think straight?"

Tony looked at his bosses face and uttered words that seemed to take so much effort to release.

"Love."

"Love?

"Love." Tony's face expression changed when he felt a hand slap the back of his head, harder than any before. Gibbs grabbed the tie that hung around DiNozzo's neck and pulled him up. Dragging him around a corner, he let his grip loosen and Tony pulled back and let out a gasp.

"Rule 12 Tony! What have I told you!" he yelled.

"I'm sorry boss, I thought…"

"Thought? You didn't think! You can't love Ziva! She is your partner, not your lover!"

"Please Gibbs, please. I know I shouldn't love her, but you have seen her smile, her body, her…"

"Stop talking about your sexual fantasies and tell me how long."

"How long?"

"How long have you loved her?"

"Ever since Jeanne broke it off with me. She helped me through everything and that is when I realized it."

"I'm disappointed with you Tony."

"Gibbs, I…"

"Go DiNozzo, head up to work. I have to talk to Vance."

"Wait…"

"Leave!"

Pushing himself off the wall he leaned on, he walked slowly away, not looking back.

I came up with Special Agent Carlee Andress. She is not in the show in anyway.

Hope you guys like this chapter. Ziva's been in this coma for months now a Tony is almost losing his mind! AHHHHH! Wonder what Gibbs will do.

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