A/N: This is the same chapter, just with a little added to the end.

Tony smiled as he entered Abby's lab. There was something about his best friend that never failed to make a situation much better than what it really was. Maybe it was just Abby's personality, but Tony preferred to think that she had a little magic about her.

"Hi, Tony!" said Abby. "Did you talk to Gibbs already?"

"Yes. Surprisngly, Gibbs agreed that he was in the wrong," said Tony. He shrugged. "As long he knows, I'm good."

"Are you down here to tell me that?"

"Nope. I'm here to help you with the evidence so we can close this case and maybe go home before it's dark."

Abby grinned. "Yay! I love when we work in my lab together, Tony. It makes my day so much more interesting."

"Mine too, Abbs." Tony smiled. "I really do enjoy it down here... just maybe not for long periods of time. I am an active person, after all."

"I know. I told that to Gibbs yesterday."

"Did you? When?"

"Oops... that wasn't supposed to come out. It isn't a secret or anything, I just wanted to try and help you feel more involved in the case yesterday."

"You don't have to explain, Abby. I'm not upset."

"You hate it when I do things like that."

"Normally, yes, but yesterday, it worked out. Maybe not in the way I hoped it would, but I still got to go out into the field instead of being stuck doing paperwork." He smiled again. "Thank you, Abby. You are a wonderful friend."

Gibbs was glad that he and Tony had made up. Tony was the son he never had, and Gibbs cared about him a lot. He knew that he had angered Tony the previous night by not going to the hospital, and, after talking to Brad and Ducky, he had spent some time thinking about his actions. When he thought about it, there was a lot of times where he had made Tony do something, but not done it himself. He could understand why it had upset Tony. These thoughts continued to plague Gibbs as he parked outside of Ziva's apartment building.

"Hi, sir," said a young woman coming out of the building.

"Hi," said Gibbs. "I wanted to visit one of the people that live here, but I don't want her to know I'm coming. Can I just walk into the building, or do I need to be buzzed in?"

"Normally, you need to be buzzed in, but I like surprises. I'll let you in. There's a directory next to the elevator if you need to find her apartment."

"Thank you." Gibbs gave the woman a smile and walked in through the front door that she was holding open for him, thinking to himself, Ziva needs a different apartment building or better security.

The directory wasn't much help to Gibbs. He knew Ziva was on the fifth floor of the building, so he searched the board for her name. All he found, however, were initials.

"How can there be two people, on the same floor, with the same initials?" Gibbs asked himself irritably. "And they are neighbours, too?"

Gibbs shook his head. He stepped into the elevator and rode it up to the fifth floor, deciding as he went that he would just have to knock on a door and hope that it was the correct one.

Gibbs knocked on the first apartment door. He waited a moment, then the door opened and he came face to face with Ziva. He was shocked by Ziva's appearance- she was wearing a t-shirt that was two sizes too big and obviously belonged to Tony. Her hair wasn't brushed and she looked tired.

"What do you want?" Ziva asked, though without the malice that Gibbs had been expecting.

"We need to discuss your behaviour," said Gibbs simply.

"Why did you not suspend McGee?"

"I didn't suspend you. You chose to leave."

"You did not give the same choice to McGee."

"I didn't have to. He chose to admit his mistakes and apologise to Tony for them."

Ziva hesitated for a moment. She sighed and said, "I am sorry, Gibbs. I know it was wrong, but I just wanted Tony to see that his pranks are not fun. I took it too far, I guess, and I know that Tony would never put us in danger. I think I got caught up in everything, and I did not want to see that I was doing things that were putting Tony in danger."

"Ziva..."

"I know. You don't have to say it, Gibbs. I was irresponsible and I crossed a line. I would not blame Tony if he hated me forever."

"Tony doesn't hate you, Ziva. He doesn't even want you to be punished. He just wants you to learn from your mistakes so you don't repeat them ever again."

"I won't do it again, Gibbs. I... I love Tony," Ziva blurted out.

"Gee, do you think?" Gibbs asked sarcastically, unable to stop himself. "I didn't get that from all the flirting that goes on between the two of you at work, or from the fact that you are clearly wearing one of DiNozzo's t-shirts. How many times has he slept over?"

"One. Just the one time, when his apartment was being re-painted. He left this in my washing machine. I don't think he knows that he left it here."

"I think you need to apologise to Tony."

"I will. Tomorrow morning, I will come early to work."

"No. You can wait until next week. You put yourself on suspension yesterday when you walked out, and that punishment will stick. You are not to set foot into NCIS until nine o'clock next Monday morning."

Ziva looked as if she was about to argue, but she changed her mind and didn't say anything. She just nodded. "I understand, Gibbs. I will take my punishment."

"Good." Gibbs waited a moment to see if there was anything else that Ziva wanted to say. "Goodbye, Ziva. I will see you in a week."

One Week Later

Tony was already at his desk when Ziva arrived. He could see that she had something to say, so he politely waited for her to speak.

"Tony, I am sorry that I was so rude to you. I shouldn't have done any of it; it was wrong. I hope that you will forgive me," said Ziva.

"I can't forgive you yet. I need some time, Ziva. Maybe in a few months, I might feel comfortable around you again, but you will have to just wait," replied Tony.

"I can do that."

Tony just nodded and went back to the game he was playing on his phone.

The End

A/N: This is it. I hope you enjoyed the story. I hope you like that Ziva is still being punished, but that Tony's wishes were also incorporated into Gibbs' decision.