Both the shammus candle as well as the first candle on the menorah had burned out hours ago, and still Ziva was just staring at them in thought. She was well aware that Abby wasn't sleeping much, because she herself wasn't getting much either. Oh, she was able to seem perfectly put together following her death and resurrection by the hand of the Seal, but that didn't mean she was. There were a lot of complicated feelings involved with dying. With the fact that it had been Booth who pulled the trigger. Oh, she knew it wasn't really him but the demon who had possessed him and so she wouldn't hold it against him. But it was still difficult to process when Ziva was used to partners betraying her.
Yes, in the end, Tony had been right about Rivkin, but that didn't make it easier. And the Director... well, Ziva still was in pain from those lies, the consequence that followed and the woman's inability to listen to those who knew more than she did in terms of this world. So for Booth to be the one who shot her, it played right into those issues, though she did ignore the doubt for the reason that it was a demon.
And it was the first night of Chanukah. Or was it? Had they slipped into Sunday already? Not that it matter, the sun had yet to come up. Perhaps she should finally go to sleep. Or... Abby could scream. Jumping up from her curled up position on the couch, the Israeli woman ran towards Abby's door, only to run straight into Abby. Without thinking, she steadied the taller woman, taking in their surroundings. She knew that there had been an attack on the complex, that things had gotten in so she had to make sure that wasn't the case. She didn't notice any of the creatures she'd learned about up at camp so they were safe. She hoped.