Ziva tied her sneakers and stood up, looking in the mirror. She had bags under her eyes from not sleeping well. The nightmares came again last night and not having Tony there to comfort her, took its toll. She grabbed her house key and phone, tucking it safely in the waist hem of her yoga pants. The green tank top she wore had a fitted sports bra in it and fit around her curves, tightly, showing them off.

She took the elevator down from her building and began her old routine of running. She decided she would run to Tony's apartment, even though it was a bit far. If they would be heading back to work, she needed to get her body back into kick ass shape and while she was at it, see why Tony didn't answer her phone calls.

It wasn't like him to not answer her calls. Any other time, he would be diving to reach the phone in time to answer or call back immediately if he didn't get to it in time. Maybe that's the reason why all of his girlfriends hated her, because he'd drop whatever he was doing (probably them) and answer her call. But, he never went this long without calling her back and that worried her.

She ran a bit faster than usual on the way to Tony's house, wondering whether or not he was okay. Was he really that pissed that she went out to dinner with that creep of a Doctor? He seemed fine when he had left , she thought to herself. A smile did grow on her face while she ran thinking of how excited he would be to hear her say he was right and that Dr. Smith was trying to get with her. He would probably never let her forget the moment either.

Within a half hour, she was at Tony's apartment complex and started to walk. She needed to cool down before she got to his door and he would yell about how she was supposed to relax after being at the hospital. She took her time getting into the building and going up the elevator. Casually wiping the sweat off her forehead, she held up her fist to knock on his door when she froze.

"Tony!" a woman's laugh echoed through the walls of his apartment and ricocheted through the surround apartments. Ziva held her fist up and listened to the woman's laughter, unable to process what was happening in this moment.

I go to dinner with my doctor and he brings home a woman for the night… these thoughts sweeping through her mind as she carefully backed away from the door. She ran to the elevator, feeling drips of water run down from her eyes. As she entered the elevator, she walked to the back wall and slid down on the ground. Her face hit her palms and tears melted slowly down her face.

I finally had him, she cried as she rode the elevator down. The doors opened and she stood up, beginning to jog again. Her pace quickened as she left his apartment complex and began taking off in the total opposite direction of her apartment. She wasn't noticing what she was doing, she just wanted to get away from Tony's as fast as possible.

Tony bent over to the ground, tickling the little baby beneath him.

"Alright, that's enough boys!" the baby's mother laughed as she picked him off the ground. "Thank you for watching him for a little bit, Tony!" she smiled.

"Hey! That's what neighbors are for, Sally!" he smiled, saying goodbye to the six month old little boy in front of him.

"It's a shame your girlfriend wasn't here to see how good you were with him," she laughed.

Tony's mind immediately thought of Ziva and how his neighbor thought they were dating since he had been spending all of his nights with her, he shrugged. "Yeah," his mind flashed to seeing her kiss Dr. Smith, "she would be amazed to see me get along with this little guy!" he laughed trying to hide the pain of wondering what Ziva was up to all night.

"I bet!" Sally laughed, "Alright. We'll get going!" she said opening up his door, "Thank you again, so much!" and with that she closed the door.

Tony frantically ran over to his couch, searching for his phone and where he had threw it. Pillows flew into the air along with cushions and half eaten chip bags. He searched through his couch and couldn't find his phone. Finally, he moved the couch from against the wall and found his phone on the ground, the battery out of it. Sighing that it wasn't broken and that battery had just fell out, he carefully placed it back in.

12 Missed Calls – Ziva David

"FUCK!" he yelled out and dialed her number.

Ziva ran with all the effort she could in between crying. Her heart was heavy and felt like it was going to explode with her mind. She thought things were becoming different with Tony and they were. He kissed her and told her he loved her the night he was stabbed and she said I love you back. He had rescued her once again in Paris while her heart was broken and her mind thought he was dead. He stayed by her side at the hospital, even cuddling in bed with her. And after that, he stayed the night at her apartment, in her bed, belong side her. But, things were becoming different.

They were transitioning from best friends, who didn't want to admit how they felt to two people, who needed more than just friendship from each other. Two people, who craved each other's touch and lingered for each other's compassion and nurturing. Two people, who weren't content with anyone else based on the idea of each other. Two people, who needed the feeling back from the night they lay, pretending to make love, but without the sheet beneath separating them so they could finally be one.

Tire screeches and burnt rubber smell filled the air as Ziva was thinking and didn't pay attention to where she was running.

Tony set his phone on the table. Ziva didn't answer his return call and he looked into his kitchen, seeing all the beer bottles he had drank last night. He had hoped she was okay, twelve missed calls seemed like a lot for her. Unless, she had her usual nightmares and that's why she called so much. Hell, she should be having nightmares if she slept with Dr. Dickhead, he thought to himself and tried to call her again. No answer.

Getting up and walking to the kitchen, he grabbed all his beer bottles from the night before and put them into a bag. He would have to go to the store and return the bottle for money. He stared into the bag of beer bottles and sighed. It looked as if he had a party, but he didn't.

He just drank away the thoughts of the woman he loves being with another man. But, the more he drank, the more she was on his mind. Not to mention, he turned on the TV to find himself a movie to fall asleep and the only movie that was on featured Salma Hayek, her look alike.