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My Death, It Is Yours

MDIIY: Chapter One
MDIIY: Chapter Two
MDIIY: Chapter Three
MDIIY: Chapter Four
MDIIY: Chapter Five
MDIIY: Chapter Six
MDIIY: Chapter Seven
MDIIY: Chapter Eight

Ziva sat in the lab with Tony and Abby. Tony was attempting to hide from Gibbs' and the tendings of Ducky. Ziva was trying to gather her thoughts up about the whole situation, about Tony's proposal and trying to get over the fact that she'd been kicked off the case. Abby was being Abby. She was attempting to make sure everyone was alright and that no one needed anything. She juggled the case with all of that as well.

"So, have you thought about what I said?" Tony asked Ziva from his spot lying on the floor with Abby's stuffed Bert under his head.

Honestly, Ziva was surprised he wasn't making the thing fart every few seconds. "Yes, I have thought about it." She looked down at him and eased herself down next to him. "I am just not sure how to respond to it, Tony. The only one worse than myself with explaining how they feel is Gibbs." She laughed softly, brushing Tony's bangs back and watching them fall right into place as soon as her fingers lifted from them. "Even your hair is stubborn, do you know that?"

Tony looked up at her with that big grin that showed off his teeth and put crinkly crow's feet in the corner of his eyes. It was stunning. "Yeah, we fight a lot." He shifted and cringed a little, body sore from the explosion. "I uh, I think it's a good thing you're ex isn't all that great at killing things. If he'd set that thing a little closer, or you know, made it bigger I wouldn't be here." He smiled up at her again. "Placement is everything when it comes to bombs."

Ziva rolled her eyes and sighed. "Yes Tony. You are lucky and I am to blame for it happening to you at all." She gritted her teeth, pulling a hard mask over her features. It was still obvious she was angry. That seemed to be the one emotion she could not hide from the world. Being the talented killer that she was, it was probably good for the rest of the population that she could not hide this feeling.

Abby watched with a tilted head. "We don't blame you, Ziva." Abby may not have liked the woman much when she was first around, but Ziva was part of the team and part of Abby's little family. Therefore, Abby had a right to protect her, too, even if the warrior woman was more stubborn than Tony's hair. "Tony doesn't blame you either, do you Tony?" she asked walking over and looking between the two of them.

Tony shook his head and reached his arm over, knocking Ziva's knee with his fist. "Don't worry Ziva, we all have our relationship mistakes. You know, I once dated this chick, well it was a lot like Fatal Attraction only-"

"Please Tony, for my sanity's sake, no movie references today. All right?" Ziva asked pushing his hand away as he continued to bump her knee.

"Look, all I'm saying is, stop stressing. Put on that hard ass face and swing back," Tony said struggling to sit up and actually look Ziva in the eyes.

Subconsciously, Ziva reached out to help steady him. Abby moved behind him in case he started to fall. "See Ziva. Told you Tony was okay with being, um, you know…" She heaved a sigh and planted her fists on her hips. "And this is why we should object to Gibbs' rule. Obviously dating outside of the office is dangerous."

Ziva cocked an eyebrow at Abby and Tony let out a bellow of laughter. "Mm, you go bring that up with him. He'll just hit me."

"Bring what up?" Gibbs' voice sounded from the elevator doors and all three turned to look at him.

Abby bounded over, chipper as normal. "Did you get Tzabar to confess?" Even Abby's pigtails bounced.

Gibbs' eyes wandered from Abby to Ziva. His jaw was straining in his silence. "He was released on some technical details. Seems he has an alibi." He kept his eyes on Ziva to gauge her reaction.

She frowned and leaned against the wall behind her. "An alibi?" She folded her arms over her chest. "But who else…" Her eyes were on the ground at her feet and she was obviously deep in thought. She flicked her eyes to Gibbs. "What do we do?" Ziva felt more lost than she'd ever had before.