Ziva  was worried. Both Gibbs and Tony were each angry and sad, possibly depressed and she didn't know what to do. She glanced over at McGee, and he seemed to think the same thing she was, as he quickly bowed his head and resumed doing his paperwork. But that didn't stop her from getting up from her desk and crossing over to Tony's. She carefully pushed some of his papers aside, careful not to mess them up, and then when he looked up at her and their eyes locked she said, "Tony."<br/><br/>"Are you okay? I know that you regret having to lie to Jeanne, but it had to be done. That does not make it okay, but.. It is what it is. All you can do from now on, is try to move on. But, if you wanna talk, I am here."<br/><br/>______________<br/><br/>Gibbs was pissed. Jenny had lied to him. A lot in the last several years. She had killed René Benoit, aka La Grenouille, and hid it and lied about it. She also claimed to have killed Svetlana, but that was just another lie, something that had come back and bitten her in the ass. She had nearly died in that damned diner, for letting Svetlana go all those years ago. And then of course, there was the fact that Kort had killed Jenny's father, not Benoit. And now, there was also cancer that was ripping her apart, and she hadn't told him.<br/><br/>He supposed that that was what had pissed him off the most. That she would lie and keep something so serious from him. They  had once been so close.. but now.. He slammed down his cup of coffee on his desk with such intensity and force that the liquid spilled all over his keyboard and got the monitor, too. "Dammit!" He muttered and grabbed some napkins and started to try and wipe up the mess with them. He glanced up just in time to see Jenny exit the Director's office a few moments later.<br/><br/>When she walked to the edge of the stairs and simply started down at him, he gave her a fierce look that said without words that he was well and truly ticked off at her, and that they were going to talk and soon, and no excuses of any kind would be allowed. He was tired of being lied to, and she was going to start talking.