(Takes place a year after Tony and Ziva slept together, and she left.) Ziva had only been back for a month. She had rejoined NCIS, after the crushing loss of her and Tony's daughter, Tali, two months ago. She had been pregnant and had found out when she was back in Israel. She had gone into hiding for several months and done other jobs, when it became obvious that she was pregnant. But then Trent Kort, someone who had defected from NCIS and the CIA, had turned traitor and she had been assigned to capture him, by her father. She had taken him down, but not before he got one final dig at her, and Tony. Kort had stabbed her 4 times, which had caused the loss of her and Tony's daughter, and nearly cost her her life. Most of what had happened was in her private file. But a lot of it had been sealed so that no one knew about her daughter. Her father, Vance, and Gibbs were the only ones who knew the whole truth. And Tony, well, she'd eventually have to tell him, too. But it was hard to do that when it was easy to see that he was still angry with her for leaving in the first place. Outside of being forced to talk during cases, they hadn't spent time together or spoken to each other when it wasn't required. And now that their latest case had been wrapped up, maybe she should reach out to him. She got up and followed Tony as he crossed the room and headed for the elevators. "Tony, I think we should talk.." ___________ He and his team had returned from a case two and a half hours ago. It had been a bad one. A week ago they had been called to Philadelphia. It had taken them less than an hour to get there by plane. And when they got there, it felt like they had stepped into a nightmare. It was like reliving everything with Foyet all over again. A serial killer had shown up in Philadelphia a year ago. The guy kidnapped and killed over 3 dozen women between the ages of 18 and 50. He taunted the police and the victim's families. And in the end, the lead Detective ended up losing his wife, to said serial killer. Much in the same way Haley had died. Eventually, the killer had been brought down, the Detective had killed the serial killer. But it didn't matter. Not really. There was no getting back the lost loved ones. And no matter how many evil sons of bitches they locked up, or had to kill, it didn't stop more from popping up out of the woodwork. So, here he was, seated on the couch in his living room, with a bottle of Bourbon next to him, as he drank glass after glass and tried to drink his weight in it. His cell phone went off a few minutes later and he set down his glass, and then picked up his phone with a sigh. He honestly couldn't handle another case right now. But one glance at the screen of his phone, just as the doorbell rang, and he realized that it wasn't JJ calling with another case, thankfully. It was Gibbs, and his friend had also shown up. Aaron didn't bother to answer the text. He just set his phone down on the counter, got up and got another glass. Then, he poured some Bourbon into the other glass, picked up his glass and the new one and crossed the room to the door. He held both glasses in one hand, unlocked the door and stepped back so that his friend could enter. Once Gibbs had entered, the younger man pressed the other glass into his friend's hand. "You seem like you need this, too. Have a seat. Tell me what happened."