So, tell me if you like it or if it was too much. This story is only going to be about four chapters I think. Reviews? Also I don't have a beta, so if there are too many mistakes, tell me or maybe offer to be my beta...?

Ziva was more tired than she had been in a long time. The team had been working a case for nearly forty-eight hours straight, but they had finally caught the man who was murdering marine wives. It had been an emotionally charged case for everyone- especially Gibbs, since the last murder included the marine's two young children. Ziva hoped they wouldn't have another case for at least a day or two, but murderers never seemed to take a break when it was needed the most. On top of all of that, it was nearly Christmas, and she had done no shopping, although she had nowhere to go for the holiday.

She was preparing to go to sleep when she heard a sound. She didn't know where it was coming from, so she was on edge. Ziva pulled her gun from its holster and stood in a corner of the room beside a chair, so no one could sneak up on her from behind. The lights went out, and Ziva knew she was in trouble. The door opened, and she wondered if she had locked it when she had entered the apartment before snapping back to her surroundings. There were three men by the sound of their foot steps, and they were Russian, judging by the bits and pieces she could decipher from their mutters.

Ziva allowed her eyes to adjust to the dark while she watched the three men pass her. They must have had night vision goggles, because they were not stumbling over her furniture. Her eyes had adjusted enough to see the outlines of the men clearly. One had gone into her bed room, and another was checking the bath room. She knew she had very little chance of leaving when two more men walked through the door and announced that the neighbor who was being intrusive had been taken care of.

She ducked behind a recliner, although she was still not sure how the woman had talked her into buying it, and pulled her phone from her pocket. She called Tony and lowered the volume on her phone. She would only have one chance, because the light would give her away soon. The phone rang once, twice, three times and still he didn't answer. "Hello, you've reached very special age-" She heard the message and the beep but still couldn't believe Tony hadn't answered her call the one time she truly needed him to answer.

"Вон там! (Over there)", one man said rather loudly. Ziva's time was up. Tony had not answered, and she would have to go down fighting, because she would be going down. She saw all five men walking towards her hiding place and fired.

Tony smiled at Kim and held her hand across the table. They had been dating for nearly three months, which was doing well for Tony's track record, and he thought they could work. She was blonde with blue eyes and had a good sense of humor. She liked movies and understood Tony's references, and she didn't mind that he postponed their dates more than he attended them. He didn't love her, but they had fun together. "You look ama-" Tony was cut off by his phone ringing in his pocket.

He checked the screen and saw that it was Ziva calling. Kim smiled a little and nodded. "You have to go, and we will reschedule as soon as possible?", she said knowingly. There she went being understanding again and not being angry that he would be leaving.

Tony sighed sadly. Kim was always so understanding, and he was usually being called in for something Ziva and McGee could have taken care of without him. Gibbs would yell at him for being late, and Ziva would be annoyed that she had to listen to McTalkative when she was so tired, but they could get over it. "Not tonight. Where were we?"

next day

Tony walked to his desk with a smile plastered on his face. It disappeared when he realized he had forgotten to call Ziva back the night before. They must have taken care of everything though, because he received no more calls that night from an angry McDiva or Ziva. Oddly, her desk was empty. He was pondering on the reasons she would be later than him when he was already late when McGee looked over to where he was. "Better get busy. Gibbs is not happy that you and Ziva are both late today.", he said.

Tony searched the area but saw no sign of his boss, so he sat down and booted up his computer. "Where is our favorite trained assassin this morning, McWorry?", Tony asked casually. He was actually a little worried and wondered about the phone call from the night before had been more than routine work. If it had, wouldn't McGee have brought it up?

McGee shrugged and said, "No idea. I was going to call her soon."

"Do it.", Gibbs ordered. He walked past them and slapped Tony on the back of his head for being late, coffee in hand. He sat at his desk and waited for McGee to start talking into the phone, but he didn't. "Well?", he asked impatiently.

McGee gulped nervously, because Gibbs was always likely to shoot the messenger. "No answer, boss." Gibbs gave him a menacing look, so McGee continued quickly. "B-but I can trace her phone if you want, because it's still on." He had started the trace before Gibbs needed to give the order, and Tony was more worried than ever.

Gibbs watched Tony and was suspicious that something had happened. Of course Tony would worry if Ziva were possibly missing, but he wouldn't look guilty too. "Something you want to share with the class, Special Agent DiNozzo?", Gibbs asked.

Tony knew he was in trouble, because Gibbs only called him by his professional title when he knew Tony had done something. "Ziva called me last night around nine.", he said. He couldn't look Gibbs in the eye, because he knew he was about to be interrogated.

"And?", Gibbs asked. He stood from his desk and walked to Tony's. He towered of Tony and braced his palms against the desk separating them. Tony suddenly found his desk top very interesting and knew he was about to lose this game.

Tony looked up at Gibbs and knew exactly why his boss never had to make deals with the criminals they caught. Who wouldn't people tell everything they knew with Leroy Jethro Gibbs hovering over them like that? "Boss, I thought- it could have- I didn't think-" Gibbs gave him a hard slap to the head. "I didn't answer.", Tony admitted with guilt filling his every bone.

Gibbs stared him down with nostrils flaring and eyes darkened with fury. "Your partner called you, and you didn't answer? You've broken at least three rules with that one action, and you didn't have the guts to say it until now. McGee, with me. We're going to Ziva's apartment."

Tony's mind flashed to the night before. He had been on a date with Kim while Ziva was possibly being hurt or killed. "What about me, boss?", he asked. He wanted to go and make sure she was alright, but that didn't seem likely.

"Stay. Watch for activity on her phone. See if she made any other calls or has used her credit card somewhere." McGee looked at him sympathetically but not much. Tony should have answered his phone, and they all knew it.

Gibbs drove at twice his normal break neck speeds, making sure to break every speeding law and barely avoiding many other vehicles on the road. When they reached Ziva's apartment, Gibbs and McGee took the steps quickly with their guns drawn. Ziva's door was unlocked, and a note was taped to the outside. It said, Ви ніколи не знайдете її (you will never find her). They left the note for the time being and Gibbs opened the door. The scene before them was one that made them both terrified, though neither would admit it.