Tony sensed a bitterness in Ziva's words, and he couldn't help but think it had more to do with them than with Jenny. She was clearly worried about him, but he didn't know what he would say to her. His feelings were mixed and he was utterly confused. He tried to plant in a joke or two to cover it up, but obviously, it was hard to escape her well-trained eyes. She could read most of the people, she was trained to do so, but she could read him better than anyone he ever knew. She knew him maybe even better than he knew himself. He wanted to tell her how it felt being undercover, how it felt reading the letter, but most of all, he wanted to tell her how much it meant to him that she was always there.<br/><br/>He got up from his desk and came to stand in front of her. He looked down on her and leaned to whisper. ''Drinks tonight?'' he offered, as to redeem himself from how he dismissed her earlier. ''To talk'' he clarified. He didn't know why he did it, it was instinctive for him. He dreaded her answer because he still wasn't sure what he would tell her. He then turned his attention to McGee, to change the subject ''So, this guy is a piece of work'' he commented looking at plasma screen, where the information on the latest case was spread. He glanced back at Ziva and softly smiled. ''So what is it that SecNav wants us to do?'' he asked approaching the screen and looking around him. In his usual manner, he was about to make a joke about Gibbs, so he instinctively looked around to see if he was near him, because as history tells, he was always right behind him when the joke would be said, with the preloaded head slap. ''Think Gibbs is being<i> hard.</i>..'' he chuckled before finishing the remark he found amusing ''...on the Director?'' he smirked.