"What are you doing here?"

"Couldn't live without you, I guess."

Water flew around the room as Ziva jumped, awakening the next morning inside her bathtub. She look around, realizing what had happened and she was just dreaming. She wasn't in Somalia anymore, Tony and the team had rescued her. She smiled as she went to stand up, but the suddenly looked down at the water beneath her. Red. The water was mostly red. That was when she remembered that this wasn't any ordinary day where she would get up and go to work, no because work did not exist anymore and neither did Tony. Her wrists stung as she moved her hands to grab her towel. Shit these sting she whispered as felt the now, dry cuts along her wrists. Carefully getting out of the tub, Ziva drained the water and wrapped her towel around her tightly. She collected the candles from the side of the tub, thankfully they went out on their own last night and she wasn't foolishly to blame for the whole apartment building burning down. Her reflection in the mirror showed that she had bags under eyes and looked like a complete mess. Her hair was tangled from not being dried properly and she had a few breakouts that developed from the stress on her face.

When Ziva entered her bedroom, her eyes lingered towards the picture by her bed again. She tried not to stare, but that only made it worse. She roamed around her room and looked for something to wear that wouldn't remind her of him. Every outfit she had, somehow connected to him. No matter what she wore, he always had a comment about it and how it looked on her. However, it was never a negative comment. That's one thing she loved about him. No matter how terrible she looked during a bad hair day, he still thought she was beautiful. He clearly assumed the only reason she had messy hair was because from rough sex with her date the night before. But, they both knew better then to think she had a date.

Ziva finally decided put on a button up shirt and a pair of khakis, which barely resembled a memory of Tony. She tried fixing her brunette locks in the mirror, but realized it would be one of those days. She took a hair tie and put her hair up into a loose bun. When she did this, she couldn't help, but stare at herself in the mirror. She was empty. Ready to go, she walked past the side of her bed, eyeing the picture again. This time, she grabbed the picture and threw it at the wall. As she kept walking, she heard the glass break as it hit the concrete wall and fall to the ground. The shattering of the glass resembled her life in a way that made her cry once again. Good thing, she hadn't put any make up on.

Ziva drove fearlessly to the hospital. She was going into that morgue, whether or not anyone tried to stop her. Gibbs should've known better than hold her back last night. He should know that nothing would stop her eventually and she'd get to Tony's body. She was almost to the hospital when she turned the radio on, thinking it would clear her head.

"A former NCIS Agent was stabbed last night when out to dinner with his girlfriend. Police have connected the stabbing to a man named Parsons. Parsons was last known as the reason why an NCIS team quit after he'd trace multiple crimes done by their team leader."

Ziva slammed on her brakes. Son of a bitch… She kept reiterating what Parsons looked like in her head. She still had yet to get revenge on her father's killer, but this was important now. This meant war. Tears began to flood from her eyes, again as she replayed what the man on the radio had stated. Girlfriend…whoever wrote the report included me as Tony's girlfriend. She heard numerous beeps come from behind her and realized she was stopped in the middle of the road and continued on her journey to the hospital.

She parked her car in the emergency room parking lot and started to head into the hospital, hoping that none of her team would be there. Well, old team. Getting out of her car, she walked rapidly towards the door when she saw the two men from the van from the corner of her eye. She turned to look at them and they just stood watching her. What the hell? She thought to herself and then hoped that Gibbs would be inside to question these two guys.

When she walked inside, she looked around to see if she saw anyone. No one. She smirked to herself and walked throughout the hospital, looking for signs of where the morgue was. When she turned down one hallway she saw a familiar face and tried to turn around quickly to get away before being questioned.

"Saw you, Ziva." She heard her Boss say from down the hall. She stepped back out from hiding behind the wall knowing he'd catch up to her eventually. He spoke again, "what are you doing here?"

She sighed, "Gibbs, you know I have to see his body."

"No, you can't Ziva." He replied harshly.

"I can't? Really? Do you think that's going to stop me from doing something, Gibbs?" she had a sarcastic hint to her voice which made Gibbs laugh inside his head. She had really become Americanized.

"Ziva…." His voice cracked a bit "We buried him last night."

Now beginning to think this was a practical joke, Ziva laughed "Please, do not play that sick joke on me. None of you would dare to think of burying him without me there." She walked away leaving Gibbs standing there, not knowing how else to explain to her what was happening. She hopped into an elevator where a doctor was standing and rode down to the second basement floor with him. Nodding and smiling to him as they both exited the elevator, she turned left when he went right. She kept walking and found herself staring at the morgue before her. She slowly crept into the morgue, looking around to make sure there weren't any doctors or nurses around to bitch at her and tell her she wasn't allowed in there. Seeing that the place was clear, she looked around for Tony's name along the wall where his body would be kept, like in Ducky's.

Ziva made her way around the whole room looking for Tony's name and it wasn't anywhere. You've got to be fucking kidding me, she decided to make another trip around the room thinking she missed his name. She really needed to clear her head. But after she made it around the room again without finding his name, she began to crumble and curse in Hebrew. They wouldn't bury him without me… Gibbs would never. Not even Abby! She knows how much he meant to. This has to be a fucking joke. McGee wouldn't even let this happen! Her breathing quickened as she stood in the middle of the morgue, stunned. Her family wouldn't betray her like this, would they? Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a man's voice from behind her.

"Trying to find your little boyfriend?"

She turned around and was face to face with one of the men from the van.

"Who are you?" she stared directly at him.

"An old pal of your boyfriends. He seemed to forget about us once he came here to DC and found himself a sex kitten like you!" The man reached out and slowly touched Ziva's face with his fingertips.

Ziva pulled away in disgust as the other man stepped out behind the one in front of her. She now realized who these two men were. "You….you two!" she spat out, "You're the bastards who killed him!"

The man behind from behind chuckled, "Douche deserved it. He thought he could run from the case he screwed up forever ago,"

"Case?" Ziva questioned feeling the anger build up inside of her over the sadness.

"Yeah, the case he fucked up on when he was with the LPD. He charged us with drug smuggling and we landed behind bars for ten years. Then he ran away and became a hot shot here. He thought he'd never see us again. Don't worry though, Honey. He saw us coming when we followed him to your apartment and out to dinner. He looked right at us and thought we wouldn't see you two sneak out by the water."

Ziva scoffed, "You two are obviously not too bright. Killing an NCIS Agent while he's kissing a trained Mossad Agent… someone didn't think that over too well," she smirked devilishly.

Both of the guys laughed, "Who the hells the terrorist, bitch?"

Ziva felt the fire fill in her chocolate brown eyes. She was going to get revenge and she didn't care that it was right here in the middle of the hospital. You don't kill the love of her life and expect nothing back in return. The two men in the room obviously weren't too smart in the first place, it wouldn't take just anyone to realize that this Israeli woman with them wasn't in the right state of mind after losing her love. Ziva slowly reached behind her, still smirking at the men. She grabbed her gun and held it right to the guy's head in front of her.

"Woah! Woaaaah!" the guy behind him stammered back.

Ziva smirked at how they wriggled, scared. "Sorry, I didn't introduce myself before. Ziva David, Mossad Agent. Daughter of Eli David, Mossad Director," she smirked even wider as she saw both of the guys nearly collapse.

"Listen, honey! Everyone just needs to calm down right now!" the man with Ziva's gun to his head yelled out.

"Oh, do not worry. There will be no calming down now that I know who killed Tony," she moved the gun to the man's forehead and began yelling in Hebrew. The two men shared confused looks while she looked and sounded insane to them. She chuckled again, keeping an eye on both men. "You do know how much fun this will be? I get to go back to my roots and kill people who get in my way,"

"Okay can we just-?" the man choked

"Nope," Ziva smiled and a shot rang out. The man dropped down in front of her, lifeless. "Your turn!" she walked towards the other man.

"No, no, no!" he kept repeating, "I-I I didn't want to kill him! We were smuggling drugs! He- he wasn't wrong! He was just doing his job!" the man froze as Ziva raised the gun.

"And now I'm doing my job." She pointed the gun to his head and fired another shot.

She looked around the morgue and to the two lifeless men in front of her. She heard the elevator down the all ding and ran for the stairs. She had to escape and make it back to her apartment. She'd finally got revenge, but she didn't want to get the repercussions for it. She did this for Tony's justice.

Ziva bolted up the stairs, skipping one stair each time. As she made her way up the floors, she realized she was on the floor where her car was apart and ran to get there before someone caught her.

Gibbs was pacing around the waiting room when he saw a few nurses start running. "Everything okay?" he questioned looking at them weirdly.

"Two men were shot down in the morgue!" the one nurse cried out as she ran with a stretcher towards the elevator.

FUCK! Gibbs murmured under his breath and grabbed his phone fumbling to dial.

Mission to take down Parsons causes more heartbreak than intended. Set after the 4 months of hiatus. Major Tiva smut. Rated M for later chapters.