"Fill me in on the case, Tony." Ziva said as she stood in the middle of the bullpen.

"Uh…" He said, fiddling with her Star of David, which was still around his neck. He only fiddled with it when he was nervous, and he definitely was now. He hadn't been paying attention at all to the case, or any of the cases that they had had while Ziva was gone.

"No case. Just solved it. Yesterday. Weren't you here, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked as he walked into the bullpen.

"Uh…I was…not really, boss. Sorry."

"Don't apologize. Sign of weakness."

"I know, boss." He said, and Ziva caught onto what he was pulling at on his neck.

"My necklace," She smiled, almost in shock, "You've kept it on."

"Of course I have." He said, almost softly as he undid it and then motioned for her to turn around. She turned and lifted her hair up as Tony attached the necklace, letting it drop on her skin.

At that moment, both Trace and McGee started into the bullpen, Trace right behind McGee, holding onto him as if for her own life, "Boss, please." Trace moaned, "I can't go! Timmy and I-"

"Lindsay." Gibbs said, firmly, "You're just being transferred to another unit. You and 'Timmy' can still be together, all right? And you won't be breaking rule twelve like these," He pointed to both Tony and Ziva, "two idiots."

"Aw boss, come on!" Tony wined, "Can't you just change Rule Twelve? I mean you broke it before…"

"I know." He said, "And why do you think I created that rule in the first place?"

Tony and Ziva shared a look with each other, both knowing that they were thinking the same thing, "I am not Jenny, Gibbs." Ziva said, taking in a deep breath before speaking.

Gibbs seemed lost in his own thoughts and then looked from the floor back up to them, "I know you aren't Ziva. And you aren't me, DiNozzo."

"Thank god." Tony laughed. Ziva whacked him in the gut, causing him to bend over in pain, and Gibbs just glared at him before nodding to Ziva as a 'thank you.'

"Yeah, you're lucky you're not me, DiNozzo. You wouldn't live through the hell I live through."

Tony couldn't say anything, didn't say anything, and just stood there as Gibbs left the bullpen, leaving Trace and McGee to cry. Well actually, Trace did all the crying, McGee just comforted her.

"Are they always like this?" Ziva muttered to Tony as he sat down in his seat, patting his lap as she cautiously moved to sit on the very end of his knees.

"Pretty much." Tony said, running his hand down her arm and rubbing circles on her hand.

"When did they get together?" She asked as he watched her back muscles relax, the scars and bruises relaxing as well. He wanted nothing more than to be able to get rid of them all. He slowly moved her down so that her head was resting on his shoulder.

"About a week after you left." He mumbled into her ear, moving his hand up, the one that was rubbing circles into her hand and running his fingers through her soft, brown, straight hair.

"I am sorry, Tony. And I did not leave, I was forced to," She said, tracing a circle on his dress shirt as she sighed. He wrapped his arm around her waist. She thought briefly back to the odd behavior that Tony was exhibiting when she mentioned Abby and while they were in Abby's lab, "Tony, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure." He shrugged his shoulders as she sat up, turning half-way to look at him.

"What happened between you and Abby while I was gone?"

He took in a deep breath. How was he going to explain to her, the one person that he loved with all his heart that he had cheated on her? He hadn't meant to, obviously. When he was about to muster up enough courage to tell her, someone's voice that wasn't anyone in the bullpen's spoke up.

"Officer David." All four agents turned to see Director Vance standing on the balcony, beckoning her to come upstairs. She nodded and then got off of Tony, starting towards him. Tony quickly stood up and went to follow her, "Agent DiNozzo." Vance called, and Tony stopped and looked up, "I do not need you in my office."

He paused and then nodded, watching Ziva as she walked up the stairs. God she's hot. Tony thought as he watched Director Vance escort her into the office, closing the door behind him.

"Take a seat, Officer David." Vance said, pointing to the chair around the table.

"No thank you." She said, "I have been flying for almost 20 hours." She smiled, and Vance nodded as he took his seat back in his chair.

"Just called you up to say welcome back. I see that you have gotten reacquainted with everyone already. Especially Agent DiNozzo." She smiled and could feel the heat rising on her cheeks.

"Yes." She smiled, "Even Tony."

He picked up a manila envelope that was lying on his desk and put it out in front of him, "This came for you today. From Mossad." She furrowed her eyebrows together and then took it from his hands. It wasn't very hefty, in fact, it was rather light. I didn't leave anything…what did they not want to give me in person? "That's all, Officer David." He said, and she nodded, still rather confused as she walked out of the office. She walked slowly down the stairs as she flipped out her knife and cut the seal. She made it to the stairs and stopped as she slid the paper out. But it wasn't paper. Instead, it was a photo.

She almost dropped it as she gaped, looking down into the bullpen. Tony smiled his big toothy grin up at her, but she just glared at him as she stared down at the photo one more time. It wasn't photo shopped, it wasn't manipulated. It was real. She stormed down the stairs, trying desperately not to crumple the envelope in her hand as she shoved the photo back in.

"Ziva? What's wrong?" Tony asked as he stood up. She just glared at him before nearly screaming through her gritted teeth whilst chucking the envelope at him. She didn't care how loud she screamed, she didn't care how many people heard, she was enraged, and all thoughts of how she cheated as well flew from her mind as she screamed almost at the top of her lungs.

"You. Slept. With. ABBY?!"