3am Pickles

3am Pickles

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. My son just came and said he wanted a pickle from tickle.. I laughed and instantly thought OHHHHH, this could be funny. I'm going on no sleep so it may not be funny… it is to me though at the moment.. Just a short fluff of Tony and Ziva.

The constant banging on the door woke him from his sweet somber. He turned over and looked at the clock.

"Freakin' 3am. This is not right, someone better be dead." Tony grumbled as he fell out of bed, his feet tangled in the blue sheet. "Crap. I'M COMING." He yelled at the door knocker invading his sleeping time.

He finally unwound his feet, found his way to the door and peered through the peephole. As he tried to focus his sleeping eyes on the gorgeous woman standing outside his door with her back to him, he tried to figure out how she was still knocking on the door. Then she turned, met his gaze and put the barrel of a gun in the peephole viewing.

"OPEN UP TONY." She yelled.

"NO, you have a gun." He cowered behind the door.

"I have a gun aimed at your pea head and could kill you right now, you are leaning against the door Tony." She replied while she kicked the door with her foot.

"Put the gun away Ziva." He reached up to rub the sleep from his eyes still not sure why he was awake.

"Tony, I need you."

That was all it took. Tony flipped around, swung the door open and greeted Ziva with a huge smile on his face. "Really?"

"I can not open the pickle jar." She shoved a large jar of pickles into his chest as she stalked into his apartment.

"Pickles. Its 3am Ziva. What the hell?" He just stood there looking at the pickle jar in his hands.

"I wanted a pickle. I can not get the lid off and Im getting mad."

"Why didn't you just shoot the jar." It was more of a statement than a question.

"Why would I shoot the jar of pickles Tony?" She questioned him.

"You were going to shoot me." He thought he had good enough reasoning.

"You are not a pickle." She answered while turning and placing her gun on the table.

Seeing he was loosing the battle of the pickle, he shook his head and walked toward her. He gripped the lid and the safety button popped up. "Goodnight."

"Want a pickle?" She asked as he was headed back to his bed.

"No, I do not want a pickle. God I sound like freaking Dr. Seuss."

"Who is this doctor Tony?"

"Ziva, the Cat in the Hat, Horton hears a who, you would probably like those books, they talk like YOU." He again rubbed his face.

"I do not think I have read these." She took a bite of a pickle and shook it at him.

"Says Ziva, eating a pickle from the land of tickle." Tony shook his head. He was falling into the trap, he just knew he was. He had to be dreaming. Ziva was not in his living room eating a pickle talking about Dr. Seuss. Why wasn't he in his bed? Why was Ziva here?

"Tony?"

"ZEEvaH?"

"I can not sleep."

"That sucks, because I was sleeping very good till you and the pickle master came to visit." He glanced her way and saw her tired face staring at the floor. "What's wrong Ziva?" He caved and walked towards her.

"I haven't slept the last couple nights. Its like I close my eyes and all I see is… black." She stated.

"That's called peaceful sleep Ziva. No bombs, no noise. Black when you close your eyes is a good thing."

"When I open my eyes, its like I'm in a coffin." She replied.

"You're sleeping at Abby's Ziva. Why didn't you have her open the pickles?" He insisted.

"I wanted to talk to you."

"About pickles." He shook his head. Back to the pickles. Move on already DiNozzo.

"Who is this Dr. Seuss, is he a doctor you talk to?" She asked with a puzzled look on her face.

"Ok, here's the plan. I have another couple hours till I have to get up. I'm going back to bed. Here's the remote, see ya at 5am."

Tony headed towards his bedroom and heard the pickle jar lid close. As he curled up under his warm flannel blanket, the side of the bed jiggled a bit. He turned over on his back and saw Ziva sitting there.

"Can I just lay down here Tony? I hate that coffin." She asked.

"Remove your weapons first." He laughed. "All of them."

Ziva laughed and started removing guns and knives. She took her jacket off and kicked her shoes off. Tony smiled when she slid her pants off and crawled beneath the blanket with him.

"So, who is this Dr you see?" Ziva asked as she grabbed at the pillow about to hit her in the head. "Be nice Tony."

"Sleep Ziva. Two more hours then ill explain Dr. Seuss to you."