The flight back to DC was short and the drive to the safe house was even shorter. Ziva wanted explanations as to how exactly Caitlin wasn't dead but then again she didn't feel up to talking to the older woman. Ziva, arms crossed, looked out the window of the car, watching as scenery whirred by. Caitlin meanwhile watched Ziva. The woman was beautiful, and Kate had to admit that. They pulled into the drive way and the government car left. It was not until later that night when Ziva finally felt up to confronting Kate.

"How did you do it all of these years?" Ziva asked, leaning against the doorway frame of the living room entrance.

Kate looked up from her book and looked to Ziva.

"What?" She asked, blinking a few times.

"How'd you do it… live under the radar, fake your death?" She asked with an angry scowl.

Kate, with a sigh, shut her book and set it down.
"Ziva, I know you must be pissed."

"That's putting it mildly. You have no idea, do you?" Ziva asked, stepping a few feet closer to the former NCIS agent.

Kate shook her head. She didn't know much about what had happened after she left.

"I KILLED MY OWN BROTHER!" She shouted at Kate, unable to control the volume of her voice.
Kate had no idea what her brother had to do with this situation.

"Ari was my brother and I killed him because my father found out about what he did to YOU!" She yelled. "He ORDERED me to KILL him!"

Kate took a breath, standing.

"Ziva, please…" Kate said, putting her hands up in surrender. "Please, calm down."

Ziva clenched her jaw tight along with her fists. Kate came up to the woman, taking her fists in her hands.

"Easy, Ziva… easy." Kate coaxed, her voice soothing. "Ziva, I am so sorry. Please, we have to work together… I do not want you hating me, or-or resent me. Please…"

Ziva glared at Kate.

"How the hell am I not supposed to resent you? Do not dare go telling me not to hate you!" Ziva yelled, jerking away.

She shook her head and stormed out of the room. The anger and hate began to turn into sadness as memories came flooding back. She could see nothing but her brother's face. Those eyes which resembled their father's; every trait he had she remembered. Meanwhile, Kate went up to the bedroom door, of which Ziva shut herself behind. She put her hand to the cherry wood door and listened as Ziva cried awhile. It hurt to know that people she had not even known had been hurt by this. She sat down against the wall near the door, and held her head in her hands.

"I'm so sorry, Ziva." She whispered to herself.

Ziva, meanwhile, cried until sleep overcame her. When Kate heard the silence she went into the room and sat down beside the sleeping Israeli, pulling her into her arms. She didn't wake up and Kate was glad. Ziva could feel someone stroking her hair, and she woke up. She jolted away from the touch and looked at the woman who stroked her hair. It was Kate.

"What the hell are you doing?" Ziva spat.

"It's okay, Ziva. I was just… trying to be nice to you, comfort you." Kate said with a frown. "I shouldn't have. I'm sorry."

"As you well should be." Ziva said, standing up. She brushed off her jeans a bit and crossed her arms. "Touch me again, and I will hurt you."

Kate frowned again, wishing Ziva wouldn't be so threatening. She wanted there to be peace between them but the idea seemed more and more impossible as time passed.

"I'll just be going."

Kate reached out for the doorknob, but Ziva grabbed the woman's arm.

"Am I the only one who knows?" Ziva asked.

Kate shook her head.

"No. Dr. Mallard, and my family know I am still alive… or at least that my death was faked." Kate said. "You know, I hope sometime you won't hate me so much."

Ziva looked scornfully to the ground as Kate made a quiet exit.

"I will just be outside reading." She said, her left foot crossing the threshold.

"Wait!" Ziva exclaimed, kind of wishing she had not done so.

Kate stopped and turned around completely.

"Yeah?" Kate asked, going back over to Ziva.

She was feeling embarrassed now, out of character. The words wanting to come from her mouth were so unlike her.

"Please stay with me." Ziva begged.

"Why? It's obvious that you do not like me. How come you want me to stay?" Kate asked, positioning her hands on her hips.

Ziva's eyes fell and Kate could tell something was not right. She grew worried for the Israeli.

"What's wrong, Ziva?" Kate asked, looking at Ziva as her hand went to her cheek.

Ziva shook her head and turned her back to Kate, not wanting Kate to see she had just started crying.

"Ziva, hun, please…" Kate said, getting in front of her. It was at that moment when she saw her tears. "Oh Ziva…"

Kate pulled Ziva into her arms and hugged her, sighing.

"What's the matter, Ziva?" Caitlin asked, trying to soothe the distressed woman.

"I still have nightmares." She explained, tears falling down her cheeks as if they were all a part of a waterfall.

"Shhh…" Kate hushed soothingly. "Alright, I will not leave you. Shhh. It's okay. I am here." Kate said, feeling motherly
and loving at the same time.

Caitlin led Ziva to the bed and got her to sit down and eventually lie down. Kate made sure she was comfortable before she joined her. As she let out a steady breath, Kate caressed Ziva's cheek.

"Please don't cry, Ziva…please?" Kate said, pulling the younger woman into her arms.

Ziva just closed her eyes and rested her head against Kate's chest.

"That's it." Kate murmured into Ziva's hair.

And with that Kate knew this was going to be an eventful time.