Ziva stepped out of the elevator and looked around. She sighed with relief. The bullpen looked deserted and quiet. Gibbs, McGee, and Tony must have finally gone home for the weekend.

She looked down at her phone and typed as she walked to her desk. "Were you correct?" She pressed send and waited for Eyal's response.

The phone buzzed before she even made it to her chair. She sat down and opened the message. "CIA knows I'm here, but not why."

Ziva let out a small laugh before responding. "Do what you need to," she wrote.

"New man?"

Ziva nearly jumped out of her seat. She jerked her head up only to come eye to eye with Tony. "Just a friend. What are you still doing here?"

"I've had a lot of extra paperwork to do because someone skipped out of the office this afternoon." Tony sat down on the edge of her desk and craned his neck, trying to see what was on her phone.

"I am sorry, Tony. A friend flew in from out of town and I went to the airport to pick him up."

A smile passed over Tony's lips. "A male man? A man friend?"

"Yes, Tony. A man. And he is just an old friend. I've known him since I started in Mossad." She unlocked one of the drawers on her desk and pulled some papers, folding them, and slipping them into her bag.

"Really?" Tony asked curiously. "So you've come back here to pick up some papers and now you're off to spend some more time with your 'old friend'?"

"No, Tony. I'm going home and going to bed." Ziva stood up from her seat and slung her bag over her shoulder. "Maybe you should do the same. You are looking tired."

"We'll, it's been a long couple weeks."

Ziva eyed him for a moment. "Yes it has. Goodnight, Tony."