Scenes taken from NCIS Season 5, episode 16:Recoil

Ziva's POV-

I continued to talk to the man in the car. Kissing him felt repulsing, touching him felt awkward, and speaking to him was strange.

Tony DiNozzo's POV-

I crept slowly into the house of our resident 'killer'. I proved myself right as I padded into the living room, my mouth opened slightly. Found you. I thought with a swirl in my stomach, And Ziva is with this guy? God, Ziva, please be okay. I flipped open my cell, "Boss?" I addressed Gibbs as he answered, I stated the woman's features as I got closer to her under-dressed body- and the murder weapon.

Ziva's POV-

I hung up the phone as he looked at me sternly. Before I could talk my way out of the situation, I found a gun to my head. "Drive." he ordered, cocking the weapon into use. I drove to where he said, the place was deserted. I walked away from the car and tried to keep a slight distance. "You're a cop, aren't you?"
he asked, it sounding more like a statement than a question. I put my hands up as the gun was aimed for me, "Why did you kill those women, Andy?" I asked, trying to keep him busy. "For their husbands," he answered. "Save them the humiliation to find out that their wives were screwing around on them while they were serving their country." "Is that what happened to you?" I asked, my curiosity spiked. His stance got defensive, "You don't need to know what happened to me." He looked me up and down, "Walk." he motioned the gun for me to move to the other wall. I let my mind register that he would kill me if I didn't stop freaking out now. I moved to the wall, taking shallow breaths for good measure. "Get in there." he said as I reached a tiny opening to go through via fence-like door. I hesitated, he cocked the gun in response. I spun around and hit the gun as he tried to shoot at me, it missed. I elbowed him in the stomach and stomped on his foot with my sharp high-heeled shoe. I fell with him and we rolled, trying to overpower the other. He punched me in the face, after I recovered, I crawled towards the gun. He pulled my leg down as I got close, my fingertip touching the barrel, I fell onto the pavement. I heard a knife being pulled from his belt, I escaped his loosened grip and crawled faster towards my only safety. I grabbed the gun as he lowered the knife towards me. But I was faster, I shot him will all six bullets before he fell on top of me. He looked at me one last time before he rolled onto his back- dead. "Ziva!" Gibbs yelled, running to my side, I was hyperventilating. He helped me up as McGee checked Andy's pulse- none. Gibbs rested his hands on my neck, looking at me, "Are you okay?" I nodded. He looked over Andy's body as I darted my eyes elsewhere.

Ducky examined my head and said something about getting an X-ray. "I'm fine," I defended. "You don't look fine." Gibbs said sternly, He acts like a father I thought internally. "He did not hurt me." I stated, glancing in the body's direction but noting not having the stomach to actually look at it. "Here's your clothes, get changed, get an X-ray, and go home. I do not need to see you today." he said sternly. I looked at his scared eyes, He must have thought he almost lost me... like Kate. I thought sympathetically.

Tony's POV-

I called the former Probie, McGee, and started the conversation with "Where the hell are you? I'm still here alone with the dead body." I blocked out whatever he said when one thought came in my head and out of my mouth. "How's Ziva?" I asked, "Pretty shaken up." McGee answered. My mind clicked to her- if only I could have been there- that thought wouldn't leave my head.

Ziva's POV-

After I finished changing I headed towards Gibbs, sparing a glance at Andy while he was being zipped into the black bag lying on the gurney. His death replayed in my mind. I pulled the caution tape over my head as I crossed into the cleanup area. "Nice work," the man told me- I felt my stomach churn- and Gibbs looked at me sadly, forget him, his eyes said. I stared at Andy's eyes, still open and couldn't look away. Gibbs and the detective offered a ride to the doctor but I declined with an "I'm fine." excuse that I seem to be using frequently lately. "I'm fine, really, thank you." I added after I caught a glimpse of Gibbs' soft gaze. I walked away from the scene, I am fine... aren't I?

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My hand opened the drawer as I flinched to the cold surface of the gun. I closed my eyes as I touched it- No, Ziva, snap out of it! My head screamed at me. I grabbed the pills and took one eagerly, shutting the drawer. "I told you to go home." Gibbs stated, passing the corner of my tiny cubical. "My statement is on your desk." I said lightly. "Have you identified the last victim?" Gibbs, McGee, and DiNozzo looked at me somberly, I felt trapped by the looks. I got up from my chair, "I thought I would go back to the bar where I met Hoffman, and show her photo. Do you have a face shot?" I asked McGee, he looked at Gibbs who nodded in confirmation. McGee proceeded to get the photo while I was stuck to the floor with these guys. "You stay with her DiNozzo." Gibbs stated flatly. "Okay," he responded softly.

Tony's POV-

I looked at her, really looked at her, and for the first time- she looked scared and vulnerable. I wished I could hug her, do something to make her feel better, but I know I can't. "What?" she asked defensively. "You don't look so bad." I responded, looking at her tangled hair and tired eyes, she honestly looked beautiful. "McGee said you were a wreck." I added, reaching out to ruffle her hair. She twisted my arm behind me painfully, "I was just going to tussle your hair," I explained, a bit hurt she wouldn't let me touch her- even though I understood why she couldn't. "sometimes it makes you smile." I added painfully, it hurt for me to mention. Her expression changed from fear to guilt, I hated giving her that guilt, "Sorry." she said softly, barely audible.