His head was pounding, his heart even more so. He couldn't lose ziva, but the reality was he already had thanks to his actions last night. He didn't know how he had ended up like that, how he had done that. Never in his life had a cheated on someone, especially someone he loved. Loved like he'd never loved before. He wasn't aware of his actions last night, wasn't in control of his body or brain. Had he been spiked? It was the only plausible explanation. That was the only reason the events of last night would have occured. Abby would be able to test his blood and find out for him. If his suspicions were correct then ziva might forgive him, he might not lose her. He'd have a hell of a lot of making up to do for sure, but hopefully shed give him the chance. They weren't due to work until tomorrow, he'd have no chance waking abby up to go in, so he'd have to catch her first thing in the morning. His ziver would need a chance to calm down, but at work tomorrow, hopefully he'd have the evidence to prove to her that he didn't willingly throw everything they had away for a one night stand.
With his plan in mind he set to work removing all evidence of last night from himself and his home, starting with his body. He turned the water on as fast as it would go, needing to get the grimy feeling from his skin. Another women's touch away from his body when he only wanted zivers. He scrubbed every inch if himself, eradicating the woman's stench and cleansing himself. With him feeling relatively cleaner he set to work on his bed. He stripped all the bedding and flipped the mattress, shoving the sheets into the washer his thoughts could not stop praying that everything could be fixable between him and ziva. Once the wash was on he laid down on his couch, eyes closed, willing sleep to take him and speed up tomorrow.