"Dr. Mallard?"

"Ducky?"

"He's not here."

"That seems to be the case." Jimmy and Ziva stood just beyond the entrance to autopsy.

"No worries, I'll just patch you up. Take a seat." Jimmy pointed to one of the empty autopsy tables. Ziva shuffled over to the table as Jimmy disappeared into the supply closet.

"Thank you Jimmy."

"It's the least I can do" Jimmy responded,

"mm," Ziva stared off into space.

Approaching the agent sitting on the autopsy table, Jimmy mused, "you sure have your head in the clouds today."

"I am not that tall Jimmy."

"No I mean you not really paying much attention, what's on your mind?"

"Did you know Agent Todd well Palmer?" Ziva flinched as palmer dabbed a wet washcloth across her forehead.

"Kate? I knew her, we weren't close or anything, you've gotta hold still."

"Sorry Jimmy, but you do know that…Ari killed and I… killed Ari, yes?" she mumbled stiffly.

"Yes I do." Jimmy looked away.

"I see."

"Ziva, what's on your mind?" Jimmy asked as he put a Band-Aid over her cut.

"Oh nothing." Ziva looked away.

"No it's not nothing, what wrong Ziva?" Jimmy's hand grazed her check as if he was not quite sure what to do with it. She inhaled deeply.

"I have been having these dreams, about Kate," Ziva began in a low voice, "they are all different, sometimes she is talking to me, yelling at me. Sometimes they are like memories, and sometimes… I am her." Jimmy stared at Ziva, dumbfounded. " I know it is silly, it is probably nothing."

"No it probably isn't," He said a little too loudly, "dreams are our way of resolving our own hidden issues." Jimmy paused, "I think you know that."

"Yes I suppose I do." She murmured her voice quivering. "Jimmy I feel guilty!"

"Bam!" Ziva's hands slammed against the autopsy table.

"I feel guilty about Kate! Like I could have done something to stop it, to have saved her."

"Why do you feel this way now? It's been a long time."

"I don't know, I just don't know Jimmy." Ziva burst into tears. Instinctively Jimmy pulled the crying agent into his arms.

"Ziva could you have done anything?"

"No I suppose not."

"And you killed her killer, yes? I mean right?"

"Yes, I did." Ziva was calmer now.

"Maybe these dreams are about you, wishing you'd known her." Jimmy suggested.

"I would have liked to meet her yes."

"I think she would have liked you Ziva."

"Do you?"

"Yes, with all my heart," Jimmy pulled Ziva away and held her at arms length, "Ziva you are not guilty of anything, well at least your not guilty of killing Kate, I don't really know about anyone else." She giggled a little and Jimmy chuckled to himself.

"Thank you, I am sure I could not have reached that conclusion without you. You are a very smart, very compassionate man Jimmy." Ziva murmured as she put her palm against his check.

"Thank you Ziva, I appreciate that."

"You are very welcome."

"Very welcome for what?" Gibbs asked as he strode into autopsy.