Tony and Ziva walked through a set of doors into a large apartment building. She walked over to wall of mailboxes and ran her finger along the names until she came to a William Sanders, "Found him."

"What floor?" Tony asked.

"Fifth." Ziva replied, "Apartment 5C."

Tony took a step towards the elevator, but groaned seeing an out of order sign next to the call button, "Seriously?"

"What?" Ziva asked.

"Elevator's out." Tony answered and looked towards the stairs, letting out a sigh.

"Back bugging you again?" Ziva rubbed up the middle of Tony's back, "Thankfully, it is only five floors, yes?"

"I guess."

"Look, the quicker we do it, the quicker we can go eat." She stated, making her way over to the stairs.

"Ooh...good point." Tony's eyes lit up and he jogged past Ziva and up the first set of stairs.

Ziva laughed and followed Tony up the stairs.

"You're still coming for Christmas dinner, right?" Tony asked, looking back over his shoulder, "Uhhh, Dad wanted me to make sure, about food and such."

"Yes, I will be there."

"Good, good. He's driving me freakin' crazy and my kitchen...Oy Vey!"

Ziva chuckled, "You should feel lucky, you are getting a home cooked meal."

"Lucky? He's never did this before and now, all of sudden, out of nowhere, the DiNozzo family Christmas dinner?" Tony shook his head, perplexed by the entire thing.

"You are over thinking things, Tony."

Tony stopped half-way up the third set of stairs, "I wish I could believe that, Ziva. I really do."

Ziva climbed past Tony, giving him a pant on the shoulder, "Come on and we will go to Five Guys when we are done." She smiled, "My treat."

"Heh." Tony grinned, "Lead the way."

They made it up to the fifth floor and made their way over to apartment 5C. Ziva knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" A man's voice carried through the door.

"NCIS." Tony called back.

The sound of a dead bolt unlocking and the creaking of the door as it swung open, "Who?"

"Navy Crim..." Tony began.

"Gun!" Ziva shouted as the man pulled a handgun from his waistband. She lunged forward, grabbing his wrist. The weapon went off, firing a round towards the floor. Tony immediately tackled the man, knocking the gun from his hand and forcing all three of them to the ground. The gun crashed, clanking against the hardwood floor before coming to a rest a few feet away. The man reached for the weapon, but Tony wrapped his arms around his neck, yanking him back.

"I will kill you." Ziva calmly stated, cocking her weapon as she held it against his forehead, kneeling next to them.

The man lifted his arms into the air, giving up.

Tony turned the man over and quickly cuffed his hands behind his back.

Ziva got to her feet, her weapon still pointed at the man's head. Her eyes opened wide, "Tony."

"What?" He asked.

"Tony." Ziva sharply gasped, her weapon slightly lowered.

Tony looked at Ziva and followed her eyes behind him, seeing a blood trail that led to his left foot. He fell back to a seated position and peered through a bullet hole that had completely passed through his shoe and foot. He reached out with his hand and extended his finger through the hole. He grimaced, gritting his teeth.

Ziva slapped at his hand, then smacked him on the back of head.

"Ow!" Tony looked at Ziva, "What was that for?"

"What are you doing?" Ziva yelled, "DON'T TOUCH IT!" She shook her head and cursed repeatedly in Hebrew as she took out her cell phone to dial 911.

Ziva paced back and forth in the hospital waiting room; angry, worried.

"What happened?" Gibbs questioned, walking into the waiting room.

Ziva turned, "It was my fault."

"What was your fault?"

"I wrestled the gun from his hand, it went off. Tony got shot." Ziva said, consumed with guilt.

Gibbs grabbed Ziva by her upper arms, "Stop...he's going to be fine."

"I was reckless, Gibbs."

"Ziva..." Gibbs whispered, "Stop. Take a deep breath."

Ziva closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Better?"

Ziva nodded, "Yes."

"Good, now tell me what happened?"

Ziva suddenly, let out a deep laugh.

"What?"

"He was more concerned about his shoe. His stupid 400 dollar shoe."

Gibbs chuckled, "Sounds like our DiNozzo."

"And you should have heard the bitching, going down every one of those steps...I wanted to shoot him!"

"He lost his pinky toe."

"What?" Ziva squinted at Gibbs, "How do you know?"

"They told me."

Ziva started to get visibly upset, "And why did they not tell me?!"

"Ziva..."Gibbs smiled at her, "You might think you're his boss, but I really am."

Ziva tilted her head toward, but raised it right back up and smiled back, "You know, that was a lot of blood just for a pinky toe."

"You be sure to tell him that when you see him." Gibbs smirked.

The door to Tony's apartment swung open, "Go on, Junior." Senior told his son, holding the door open for him.

Tony carefully moved through the doorway using a set of crutches and plopped himself down on the black leather couch.

"Wait, wait." Ziva said, moving in behind the DiNozzo men, carrying a large pizza box. She handed the pizza to Tony and grabbed a pillow that was sitting in a black leather recliner and placed it on the coffee table and patted it, "The doctor said you have to put your foot up."

Tony just looked at Ziva, in pain and exhausted.

"Do not give me that look, just do it." Ziva ordered and he did with her help.

Tony grunted as he slouched back, sinking deeper into the couch and let the pizza box fall to his stomach. A small smile washed over his face at the thought of a slice of pizza and he opened the box, taking a slice from inside. He went to take a bite, but any desire he had for pizza quickly died and it ended up back in the box.

"Really? You are saying no to pizza?"

"I'm just not in the mood."

"For pizza? Since when?"

"Ziva...why are you here?"

"What do you mean, why am I here?"

"I'm sure you have better things to do than...this."

"You...you, are my friend, Tony and I care about you."

"I know why you're here. It wasn't your fault. It was accident and besides, it was just a toe."

"Excuse me? Just a toe? Are you kidding me? How can you say that?" Ziva started to lose her cool.

"Meaning, it could've been much worse." Tony explained.

Ziva shook her head, she let out a conflicted laugh, "I do not get you...sometimes..."

"What, Ziva? Do you want me get mad at you or something?"

"YES!" Ziva hollered, "I want you to act like you actually care about something."

"I care, Ziva...too much, probably."

"About what? About what, Tony?"

Tony swallowed hard, but didn't answer.

Ziva raised her hands to her face and ran her fingers up and through her hair and gritted her teeth in displeasure. She hastily moved to the door, where she opened it and slammed it shut as she left. Seconds later, she returned and sat down in front of Tony on the coffee table, "What happened to the new us, Tony? Hmm, you know, the post elevator us?"

"Look under the tree."

"What?" Ziva was confused.

"There's a present under there for you."

Ziva cocked her head to the side and looked at the Christmas tree, "W-why? We do not get each other presents, Tony."

"Just go get the present, Ziva. Please."

Ziva stood up and walked over to the Christmas tree and squatted down, a square, flat present was under the tree, wrapped in Mighty Mouse Christmas paper, on the tag, it read, "To: Ziva From: Tony"

"Open it."

"But I did not get you anything."

"It doesn't matter, just open it."

Ziva tore at the paper, it was wrapped tightly with a lot of scotch tape. She actually smiled, knowing he wrapped it himself. She stripped away a large section of paper and immediately choked up seeing her sister Tali, next to her was her mother and finally herself as a teenager, "Where did you get this?"

"Schmiel."

Ziva slid her fingers over the faces of her mother and sister, tears trickling down her cheeks, "Todah...I love it, Tony."

AN#1 - His pinky toe will be missed

AN#2 - I used an entire roll of scotch tape to wrap 4 of my wife's presents. I'm awesome!