"Morning Ziva," called Gibbs as Ziva sat at her desk.

Ziva had been back at work for a week now but she was still doing desk work. Gibbs had asked her to go to a crime scene with them but she had refused, saying that she wasn't ready. In all honesty, however, Ziva was still feeling sick. The doctor had said that she would be fine by the end of the week, but he had been wrong. The only person she had told was Tony. They had been to the local doctor's clinic and Ziva had been told to take it easy for a while. Ziva had followed the doctor's orders but she still wasn't well.

"Good morning Gibbs," replied Ziva.

"Do you want to come to a crime scene yet?"

"No. Gibbs, I need to tell you something. I'm not sure why, but I don't think I'm getting any better. I saw a doctor yesterday and he doesn't know what's going on."

"Have you seen Ducky?"

"Not yet. Should I?"

"Yes, go now. If you need to go back to the hospital, I'd rather it was now than when you get too sick."