A/N: I spent all night sitting in a hospital room with my Dad. This is what came from my insomnia. Hope you enjoy!
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A dream has power to poison sleep. ~Percy Bysshe Shelley, "Mutability"
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"Kate," Tony murmured, his eyes moving rapidly beneath his lids. He reached towards his bedmate, pulling her close to him as he groaned. She woke as his hands wrapped around her waist. "Kate," he repeated, louder this time. She tensed, struggling in her half-asleep state to figure out if she had imagined it. He groaned again pulling her tighter against him. She briefly wondered what was going on inside his head. He'd been having nightmares for the whole time they had been together, so being woken to him moving around was nothing new. What was new was the talking. He had never called out during a dream before. She tried rubbing his arms to wake him, but he only burrowed his face into her hair. "Katie," he breathed out. She gently untangled his arms from her waist and turned to face him. He instinctively enveloped her in a hug again. She studied his face, noting his furrowed brow and the frown gracing his lips. Softly kissing the corners of his mouth, she ran her fingers over his face, smoothing the lines there. He turned his cheek into her touch, still in a deep slumber. She rubbed her hands down his neck to his shoulders and back, his muscles tense under her palms. She pulled him close, stroking his back soothingly. He finally relaxed into her arms, loosening his grip as his eyes stilled under his lids. She watched his face to make sure he was indeed slumbering peacefully before allowing herself to drift back to sleep, thinking of her partner's dreams.
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"How did you sleep?" she questioned casually the next morning as he came into the kitchen. Tony walked up behind her, hugging her before he stole the coffee mug from her hand. She glared at him as she poured another cup.
"Great," he replied to her earlier question, a lazy smile on his face. She searched his face, looking for signs that he was being untruthful or trying to avoid talking. His eyes desperately begged her to not go there, so she decided to drop it. She knew that pushing him would only result in a fight. She knew that one day, he would be ready to talk and she was determined to be there for him. As she leaned in to kiss him, Ziva David wondered what she would learn when that day came.
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A/N: Hope you liked it. I've got a few ideas about where it could go if I continued, so let me know if you liked it. Reviews are lovely!