"Grab your gear, we've got a dead navy Lieutenant."

They all grab their gear, and make their way to the elevator. It is business as usual. Tony, and Ziva fight over who gets to drive. Gibbs steps in, and takes the keys. Ziva jumps in the front seat, and makes Tony ride in the back with Tim. They reach their destination half an hour later with two dozen insults swapped between them, and three head slaps. They grab their gear, and follow Gibbs into the crime scene.

In the living room the dead lieutenant lies face down, next to the couch. There is a puddle of blood surrounding him. They go about documenting the crime scene. Ducky and Palmer join them minutes later. Tim snaps pictures of the body. He and three other NCIS agents watch Ducky.

"Ok Mister Palmer, let's turn him over."

Jimmy helps Ducky turn the body over. They all look at him. Tim uses the mobile AFIS to confirm his identity. Tony notices something register with Ziva. He watches her carefully. He has difficulty deciphering the look in her eyes.

She stares at the body, fighting the urge to look away. She swallows hard. She notes the gun shot wounds. One to the head, between the eyes, and two the chest. She stares at the face of the dead Lieutenant. Without a word she leaves the room.

Gibbs watches her leave the house.

"Ziva, where are you going?" He calls out.

She doesn't answer him, she just keeps walking.

He looks at DiNozzo, "Go after her," he demands.

Tony nods, and follows his partner out the door. He finds her at the end of the sidewalk, leaning up against the car. He walks down the sidewalk, only stopping when he reaches her. She looks at him, but says nothing.

"I don't know what is going on with you, but you need to get back in there," he tells her gruffly.

"I can't," she avoids his eyes. She stares at the crack in the sidewalk.

"Why not? Did you know him?"

Her head snaps up. She locks eyes with him. He notices the pained look in her eyes.

"You should tell me," he insists.

"I saw him in a bar once," she admits.

"That look," he points to her face, "tells me something else."

"Let it go, please?"

"Ziva what is going on?"

"Tony please leave it alone," she begs.

He stares into her big brown eyes. She blinks away the tears. He can tell that something about the dead lieutenant has her shaken. He knows that there is more. But the look in her eyes begs him not to dig any deeper. Suddenly a different facial expression flickers onto her face. She takes a deep breath. Her hands move towards him.

"Are you ok?"

"Move," she replies.

He steps out of the way. She runs past him, towards a garbage bin sitting in the driveway next to them. She flips open the lid. He watches her as her body pitches forward, and her head leans into the can. She violently heaves into the trash bin. After it is over she closes the lid on the trash can, and moves back towards the car. She stops when she reaches Tony.

"Can I have your water, please?" she asks nicely.

He opens the car door, and ducks into the back seat. He pulls his bottle of water out of the cup holder in the back seat. He hands it to her. She swishes it around her mouth, and spits. He studies her as she gulps half of it down. She puts the lid back on, and returns it to him. He places it in her cup holder, and slams the door shut. He points past the car.

"What?"

"Over there," he motions.

She follows him behind the shrubs that block the view of the street, from the crime scene.

"Can you tell me what that was about? You have the strongest stomach, of anyone I know. You have never gotten sick at a crime scene. What gives?"

"It is not what you think."

"Start talking!" he demands.

"It's not the crime scene."

"You're just sick? If you're sick you should go home."

"I am fine," she argues.

"You're fine? Why do you insist on lying? I can tell that you aren't fine."

"What do you want me to say? I feel like crap, I don't want to be here right now?"

"If that's the truth."

"It is, but it does not matter. I have to be here."

"You never get sick. Your immune system is stronger than the Incredible Hulk."

"I had seafood last night, I guess it wasn't any good."

"You learned nothing from my clam chowder incident?"

"I guess not."

"Go home."

"I will not."

"Ziver?" Gibbs looks at the two of them from ten paces away.

"Boss she's sick."

"Sick? Ziva is sick? Tony you're making things up. Ziva does not get sick," Gibbs points out.

"She just threw up. She chose not to learn from my mistakes, and eat bad seafood last night."

"Ziva you look like Hell," Gibbs admits. He notices the green hue to her. She looks pale, and she has dark circles under her eyes, "Go home. Ride back to the Navy yard with Ducky."

"I am fine," she argues.

"You sure about that?" Gibbs questions.

She swallows hard. She tries to maintain composure. Gibbs eyes her. She tries to fight it. Her hand clasps over her mouth. She lurches forward, and Tony stands in her way. She upchucks all over him.

From ten feet away Gibbs smiles, and laughs.

"Ziva go home. Tony you can ride back with Ducky too. Get a shower."

"Yes boss," Tony nods.

Ziva heads towards the truck. Tony follows her like a sad puppy dog.

Hours later Tony arrives on Ziva's doorstep. She opens the door for him. He stands in her hallway, holding a brown paper bag.

"What are you doing here?"

"Brought you some supplies. Sprite, Ginger ale, Gatorade. Are you hungry?"

"No," she shakes her head.

"Good I didn't bring any food. Are you feeling any better?"

"Yes," she nods.

"So are you going to let me in, or not?"

She steps back, and allows him to enter the apartment. She closes the door after he steps in. He places the bag on her counter.

"Does Gibbs know that you're here?"

"He asked me to come check on you, make sure that you're still alive."

"I feel much better."

"There is something that you're not telling me, isn't there?"

"There are a lot of things that I don't tell you."

"I should get back. Let me know if you need anything."

"Ok," she nods in agreement.

"I'll see you in the morning?"

"Yes," she confirms.