She cornered him in the elevator as he was leaving, flipping the emergency stop switch as soon as the doors closed. Tony raised her eyebrows at her.

"Something wrong, Ziva?" he asked.

"Yes, two things actually," Ziva snapped. They were both silent, and then Tony spoke.

"Well, are you gonna tell me, or am I gonna have to guess, which will probably take all night," Tony said, amusement in his voice. Ziva glowered.

"First of all, you had no right, no right at all, to say what you did to Leyla, about me restarting my life," Ziva said, raising her voice.

"I was trying to help you," Tony said. "You know, make her feel more at ease with you."

"I was doing perfectly fine on my own, thank you very much. I am not as socially inept as I was four years ago," Ziva said. "And another thing. I do not appreciate your jokes about me becoming a citizen. It is a requirement to be a real agent, and you know what, I don't like your attitude either. I was under the impression that you wanted me back, and now that I am here, if feels as if you do not want me."

"You're right," Tony said. "I don't want you." Ziva stared at him, dumbfounded, and then she regained her senses and raised her hand to slap him. He caught her arm mid swing and stopped her. Keeping hold of her arm, he pushed her against the wall of the elevator. They both knew full well that if she wanted too, she could overtake him, and that she was letting him have the upper hand. He leaned in close to her, so that his lips were practically touching her ear.

"I don't want you, I need you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You have no idea what I went through, for three months without you. I was numb, nothing mattered anymore. And then, I thought you were dead. After that, I didn't care if I died too." His breath was faster now, more intense; Ziva was afraid to move. "You and I both know that I wasn't lying when I said I couldn't live without you." The last part, Ziva could barely hear. His body was pressed up against hers now, holding her flush to the wall.

"Tony, I…" Ziva trailed off, and then his lips were on hers. It wasn't fast, rushed, or hard; but instead, slow and tentative, like he wasn't sure. She responded, allow him into her mouth. Slowly, after a while, he trailed off and pulled away from her. They both were silent.

Tony leaned over her and flipped the emergency switch, and the elevator started with a jolt. Ziva raised a hand to her lips, which were still tingling.

When the doors opened Tony walked out silently, leaving Ziva, still against the wall, alone.