My Word

It was weird seeing the side of Ziva where she pushed his boundaries and tried to get him to talk to her. She had changed from asking because she cared about him to this new persona that acted as though it concerned her what he said just as much as it concerned him. He had to admit that all this time that he had been sorting his brain out he still didn't have a plan of what he was going to do with his life. How much time did he have left? He had near misses in the past the always made him regret not telling her something of what he felt, but when the crucial moment came the words didn't form in to rational explanations for years of floating. So what words would he use in his lengthy vocabulary to finally explain how he felt when the time came? None maybe, or all of them, that would take a while. Some nights when he would be completely alone in his car he would try and form a monologue out loud.

The dusky courtyard in the foreign place had bought on a lot of side looks and smiled from her as the others had lounged and talked and he was only out here now in the middle of the night because the smells of tropical flowers and the bright moon reminded him of that previous time spent with her. Besides the night was warm and he wanted freedom from his stuffy room up on the balcony, the weather in Cartagena was somewhat warmer than DC at this time of year.

"Tony is that you?" A voice startled him from behind a green vine near the empty fountain. Ziva stepped out, just the woman that had haunted his mind as the moon had shone it's fullness over him. Her hair was rumpled by sleep and she peered out at him with sleepy eyes.

"Did I wake you up?" He asked and retreat came to mind in case she got violent.

"No, I was already up." She rubbed her sleepy eyes and he hung his head aware of the romantic spot they were in. "We're flying home in a few hours." She yawned "I will miss it here; it's so beautiful is it not."

"Yeah, everything about it is beautiful." He tried to catch her eye and see if she had taken note of his words. "Ziva, you should go back to bed."

"No, I don't want to miss this." She finally looked at him and took a step forwards in to the moonlight which reflected off her white sleeping shirt and shone in her eyes

"M-miss what." She was getting closer to him, so close he could see each star reflected in her eyes.

"You at you most vulnerable." She smiled with a sense of him being her pray. "I can make you spill all your secrets."

"Dream on lady." He tried his usual tone to set her off guard but his tone remained soft from sleepiness.

"First question." She was really awake now and he wasn't backing up

"No Ziva-" His voice sounded pleading of sorts.

"How long are you going to wait?" She asked the question he had been asking himself a while now. She stopped nearing in and simply looked at him for a while.

"Um… Good question." He couldn't believe they were talking about this.

"Second." She inhaled lightly and he shivered "As an experiment, what would you do if I?"

He froze then tilted head and looked at her in confusion. "If you?"

She closed the gap between them as quick as lightning and she gently cupped his cheeks in her hands and kissed him lightly like a feather falling. Then she pressed in and kissed him and he found himself kissing her back as shivers ran down his spine and she seemed to melt he whole being in to him and he to her until they were a like a blob of melted wax. She pulled away and took a few steps back, he wanted more and he could tell she did too but she closed her month and nodded.

"Balls in your court." She turned to leave and the dead fountain began to run for the first time in generations.

Tony stood in the court yard and only moved to follow her and take his turn.

Hope you liked my Fiction Drabble! Written before I saw Missionary Position 3