Just imagine: Ziva in a bar one night after a case. She thinks over her secret relationship with her boss, Jethro Gibbs. Just her luck; "Cry me a River" by Julie London comes on.

Disclaimer: The song "Cry me a river" by Julie London is not mine, nor is NCIS people.Her ruby painted lips wrapped around the thin straw of her drink. As she took a long sip of her beer, pausing for a hiccup and a thought of why she chose beer of all things, she glanced around the bar. It was smoky, scummy, and just plain stupid. Several males were there besides the too-young bartender. Most of them were too fat or too ugly. Not many other women besides Ziva was there; only the depressed ones. Just like her!

Sighing, she turned back to the bar and stared at her reflection. Although there were no tears stains on her face, her eyes were watery with them. Not even a few hours ago, Ziva had looked up from finishing her case report to see something horrifying.

She saw Gibbs leaving and flirting with a red head.

She'd rather face a few charred smoked dead bodies than see that again. Did that mean he was cheating on her? Was their relationship, secret as it was, nothing to him? Was she just a whore?

Suddenly, just as she thought her mood couldn't get worse, a jazz song came on. She cursed the man who played it. It was a slow song, the woman's voice deep yet…so sad and beautiful.

Now you say you're lonely
You cry the whole night through
Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over you
That night in the office where Ziva walked in on Gibbs. He had been staring at the picture of his late wife and child, obviously having stood there for quite some time. When he noticed Ziva, who got right next to him till he realized someone was near; he smiled weakly and muttered, "You never know what you got till it's gone."
Now you say you're sorry

Was all this a mistake? Ziva wondered if their love, could it even be called love?, was nothing but false emotions. She pictured him saying sorry for it…it ripped her heart out.
For bein' so untrue

The image of that red head kept coming back to her. She growled, her grip on the glass tightening.
Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over you
Oh she felt like crying a river right now! Her training wouldn't let her though, which was both good and bad.
You drove me, nearly drove me out of my head

Every night she would stay up and think of him, of Jethro.
While you never shed a tear

It was true; he never cried. Did he ever have breakdowns like some of the other team members?
Remember, I remember all that you said
Told me love was too plebeian
Told me you were through with me and
Now you say you love me

She snorted as she took a large swig of her drink.
Well, just to prove you do
Come on and cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over you
Getting quite sick of it, she spun around on her chair. The desire to punch the man who played this song, and to blow off some steam, was too tempting.
I cried a river over you
I cried a river over you
I cried a river over you

"Jethro…" She whispered softly, her voice drowned by the song which slowly died down. There behind her was Leroy Jethro Gibbs. He looked at her with such sad eyes, gentle caring eyes.

"Ziva…" He sat next to her and held her hand, simply watching her.

A tear escaped.