Charity sat on the cold metal table in autopsy. Ducky was having her follow his finger from side to side. Then he shined a light in her eyes. He did a few other small tests. "How are you feeling?" He asked as he performed the tests.

"Like I drank an entire keg of beer." Charity answered. "My head is pounding. Light and every little sound makes my head hurt worse and I feel like I'm going to be sick."

"Well, from what I can tell you have a slight concussion." Ducky told her. "You need to go home and take it easy, but you can't go to sleep for at least twenty-four hours."

Just then the doors to autopsy opened and Burley was walking in. "The director wants to see you in her office when you're done here." Burley told her.

"Okay." Charity said. Then she turned to Ducky. "Is there anything I can take?"

Ducky reached into his pocket and pulled out a small packet of aspirin. "Take one every three hours. If your symtoms get worse go to the hospital. You have to take care of yourself now." Ducky told her, reaching up a hand to pat on her cheek in a fatherly way.

Charity smiled at him and then leaned forward and kissed his cheek. Then she slowly slid off the table and headed for the elevator. Burley followed her, making sure that she was alright.

"You really don't have to follow me everywhere Burley." She told him. "I'm fine."

"You didn't seem okay when you blacked out." Burley countered.

Charity turned to him and gave him her best glare.

"See, you can't even glare at me effectively." Burley told her.

The elevator stopped and Charity stepped off. "I'm going to the director's office, alone." She said and then walked away. She had to move slowly and deliberately so that she didn't stumble or fall. After what felt like an eternity, she made it to the director's office. When she entered she was happy to see that the director had dimmed the lights.

"Thank you for dimming the lights, Director." Charity had said, her voice soft.

"Ducky called up and informed me of your condition." Jenny replied, making her voice soft.

"I owe him a big thank you." Charity said. "What did you want to see me about?"

"There's someone I'd like for you to meet." Jenny replied. Charity then noticed a woman with long dark wavey hair. "Charity, this is Officer Ziva David, with Mossad. Ziva this is Special Agent Charity Gibbs."

Charity reached out her right hand to Ziva. They shook hands. "It's nice to finally meet you Agent Gibbs." Ziva greeted. "I've heard so much about you."

"That's nice." Charity replied. "I've heard nothing about you."

Ziva smiled and gave a low chuckle. "I think I should let the director fill you in."

Charity slowly turned to face Jenny. "What's going on? And please use small words and make it short as I'm not sure I can remember much in my current condition."

Jenny nodded. "The man that broke into autopsy, he is an undercover Mossad opperative." Jenny answered. "Ari Haswari. Ziva is his handler."

"I thought that I should come here and explain things." Ziva said. "He has infiltrated this terrorist cell, trying to find the even bigger end game. He has asked me to apologize for how he has treated you. He just couldn't risk blowing his cover."

"You expect me to believe that he was just acting?" Charity asked, raising her voice and then regretting it, as it caused a sharp pain to stab in her head.

"Yes, Agent Gibbs." Director Shepard replied. "We are all allies here."

"What about my father?" Charity asked, regretting her raised voice once again. "And him breaking into here and my house?"

"He knew that they planned to torture your father for information." Ziva said. "He wanted to make sure that you got him back."

"What about the attack today?"

"He helped you stop it." Ziva replied. "That is why he chose you. He knew you would put the pieces together."

Charity knew in her gut that the pieces were fitting together too perfectly, but she didn't voice her distrust. She also felt like she was going to fall over at any moment. "I think I need to be going. If you'll excuse me."

"Of course, go home and rest, Agent Gibbs." Jenny told her.

Charity walked out of the room and shut the door behind her. She leaned up against it for a moment. She felt like she was going to fall over and vomit all at the same time. She closed her eyes and breathed in and out for a few moments. Then she made her way back to the bull pen. She slowly made her way to her desk and sat down.

"You look extremely pale, boss." McGee observed.

"Says the human bottle of white out." Charity said, her eyes closed and head leaned back. That was when Charity heard the jingling of Abby's chain jewelry, which made her head pound even worse.

Abby's arms were soon around Charity. "Stan told me what happened and Ducky told me what was wrong. Are you okay?" Abby asked.

"I'm fine." Charity answered. "I'm tired of everyone asking me if I'm okay. I'm fine."

"I'm just worried about you." Abby said, pulling back to look at her, a wounded look on her face.

Charity opened her eyes and looked at Abby. "Abby, I'm sorry. I'm just frustrated."

"I know." Abby replied. "Ducky said you shouldn't be alone."

"I'll be fine." Charity replied. "I just need to go home and rest."

"Yes, well you're not driving yourself home." Abby said.

"Abby, I'll be fine. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself. You don't have to hover over me."

"I know and I'm not going to." Abby said.

Charity gave Abby a confused look. "What are you talking about?"

Just then the elevator doors opened and Tony was stepping off, car keys in hand. He walked over to Charity's desk. "I was told we had a drunk driver trying to leave the premisis." He said, a playful smile on his face.

Charity couldn't help but to smile up at him. Then she turned to Abby. "Put another CafPow on my tab."

Abby grinned. "You're welcome, ma'am." She said, giving Charity a salute.

"Don't call me ma'am." Charity replied.

"You're welcome sir." Abby then said, a grin on her face.

Charity half smirked.

"You ready to go?" Tony asked Charity.

"Yeah." She answered.

Tony offered Charity his hand and helped her up. She was a little wobbly, but he steadied her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and let her lean on him. Before they left. Charity looked at Burley and McGee. "I need you two to find out everything you can on Mossad Officer Ziva David and Ari Haswari."

"Why?" Burley asked.

"Do now, ask later." Charity answered. Then she and Tony headed for the elevator. Charity was of course, leaning very heavily on him.

Once the elevator doors had closed, Tony looked down at Charity. "Are you alright?" He asked.

"I feel like I have the world's worst hang over." Charity answered. "Instead of hitting my head."

Tony chuckled slightly and then kissed the top of her head. "I was told that you can't sleep for the next twenty-four hours."

"Are you going to keep me awake?" She asked.

"Yup." Tony answered. "I figure we'll go back to my place, have some pizza, popcorn, and a movie marathon."

"The movie marathon sounds good, but the food not so much." Charity replied. "I don't think I could handle it."

"Okay, then I'll eat and you can watch movies." He said, his tone teasing.

Charity grinned up at him. "I'm glad you came."

"Anything for you." Tony said, leaning in and softly kissing her lips.

A/N: So, what do you guys think? I hope you're enjoying this. Please read and review. I love hearing from you.