This is based on a dream that I had… Just some hurt/comfort/romance awesomeness. Enjoy

He's the Bandaid on Her Heart

Everyone has those days. The days when you don't feel like showing your face to the world. The days when you feel the only thing that will cheer you up is the person you love. Him. But even that only lasts a day or two. It's like a bandaid on your heart, after it's gone, after he's gone, your heart is like an open wound. It's left vulnerable to the world, so you long for him, your bandaid, to protect you from those days when you hate yourself.

She sat alone in her apartment, staring aimlessly at the blank television in front of her. To her, the day felt as if it had been a week. Being trapped underground in the dark with no food or water does that to you.

It started with a normal case, a marine was found dead in his apartment, wrists slit and a knife in his right hand. But when Ducky discovered the victim was left handed, it raised suspicion that this was not a suicide, it was murder. The knife led Gibbs and the team to an abandoned warehouse, where they found a storage locker. Inside the locker was twelve women aged 25-30, dark brown hair, all with bullet wounds in their foreheads.

That's what shocked Ziva the most, all women looked as if they could be sisters. It wasn't until Tony pointed it out, that she saw they all looked like her. Ziva was dropped from the case when she began to receive disturbing phone calls at night, and suspicious packages outside her door. Tony ordered Gibbs to keep a unit outside her house until they caught the bastard.

When Ziva snuck out of her house to get some alone time (there was a cop staying in her living room for safety issues, although he wasn't so sharp if she was able to get out) she was knocked unconscious. When she woke, she found herself in a dark room, the walls felt sandy, as if she was in a grave, or some sort of basement.

After 18 hours in the dark underground, she saw a crack of light seep through the roof. It wasn't until she heard Tony's voice that she new she was being rescued. She was taken to hospital for a check-up and was given the all clear. She left before anybody could get to the hospital. She wasn't in the mood for talking, dealing with Gibbs or Abby. The one person she wanted to talk to was Tony, but he was caught up with interviewing the criminal and writing his report.

That's why she sat on her couch in her apartment, alone in the dark, looking at her blank television. Her hair was down and wet from having a shower, and all she wore was a tight grey tank top and black sweatpants.

She got up and made her way to her kitchen before she heard a soft knock on her door. Stopping and turning, she walked to her door, peering through the peep hole to find Tony. He wore a pair of jeans and a black dress shirt, his hair was slightly wet and messy as though he had run his fingers through it.

Slowly, she opened the door.

"Tony, hi." She sighed nervously and stepped aside to let him in.

"Hey Ziva, I thought you might want some company." He stood for a second, before she gestured for him to come in. As he walked past, he lightly brushed his shoulder with hers, hearing her breath hitch at the light contact.

"Are you hungry Tony?" She leant against the kitchen bench, watching him with a smile on her face as he unbuttoned his dress shirt and took it off, leaving him in his tight, black undershirt.

"No I already ate, thanks anyway." He smiled softly as he made his way over to stand next to her.

He stared softly into her eyes as he spoke.

"Are you sure you're okay? I'm here if you want to talk, I'll always be here for you. You know that, right?" He lifted his right hand up to caress her cheek.

"Yes, thankyou Tony. Really, thankyou." She placed her hand on top of his and squeezed slightly, leaning into his touch.

She let go of his hand and placed her right hand on his chest, the other around his waist, leaning her head on his chest. He wrapped his right arm around her and covered her hand in his. He planted a kiss on the top of her head and began to rub circles on her back.

"Tony?" Her voice was barely a whisper.

"Yeah, Zi?" He breathed in the smooth scent of her hear as she spoke to him.

"Will you stay with me, tonight?" She started tracing little patterns on his chest with her fingers.

"Of course I will. I'll stay as long as you need me." He pulled back slightly, lifting her chin up with his index finger.

"I'm not leaving until you say, alright?" She peered into his green eyes, nodding in agreement to his words.

"You need to sleep. I'll be out here on the couch if you need anything, just get some rest." He brushed a strand of hair back behind her ear.

"I do not want to be left alone, Tony." Her voice was shaky as she buried her head into is chest and her eyes began to water as she relived the past events in her head. The fear she felt when she was alone in the dark bounced around in her head, triggering all of her emotions to come back.

"That's fine, Zi. I'll stay with you all night. Come on, let's go to bed." He let go of her and placed his hand on the small of her back, leading her towards her bedroom.

As they walked into Ziva's room, Tony flicked the light on and started to undo his shoe laces. He looked up to see Ziva standing next to him, shacking. He quickly took his shoes off and pulled Ziva close to him, wrapping his arms around her to keep her warm.

"Zi, what's wrong? Are you cold?" She held onto him tighter, pulling their bodies flush against each other. They stood there for a few minutes, until Ziva stopped shaking.

"Let's get you into bed." They let go of each other and Tony pulled the covers down for her. Slowly, she wriggled into bed while Tony undid his pants and pulled his undershirt off. Silently, he switched on the bedside lamp and walked over and turned off the bedroom light. He closed the door and got into bed next to Ziva. He lay behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and placing his hands on her stomach. Ziva twined her fingers with Tony's as they drifted off to sleep.

-T&Z-

Tony woke to hear Ziva tossing and turning, shouting out "No, NO! Tony!" He sat up and shook her gently, waking her from her nightmare.

"Zi. Ziva, I'm here. It's alright, I've got you." She opened her eyes to see Tony above her, shaking her softly. She propped herself up on her elbows.

"Take deep breaths, Zi. You're fine. It was just a dream." He placed his hand on her cheek and rubbed a stray tear away with his thumb.

"Tony…" She was lost in his eyes; he looked so concerned for her. He took his hand from her face and placed it on her hip, pulling them closer to one another.

"You okay?" His voice was low and husky from sleeping.

"Yes, I'm getting a drink. Do you want one?" They stared into each others eyes for a moment.

"I'll come with you." He smiled softly as they sat upright and got out of bed.

On their way out, Ziva grabbed Tony's hand and twined her fingers with his. He smiled and squeezed her hand softly, rubbing tiny circles with his thumb as they entered the kitchen.

Ziva began to pour herself a glass of water from the tap as Tony asked a question.

"Are you sure you're alright, Zi?" Ziva just nodded as she took a sip, trying to avoid eye contact.

Tony walked to her and took the glass out of her hand, placing it on the bench. He put a hand on her hip to steady her and pulled her chin up with his finger, forcing her to make eye contact with him.

"Ziva, are you okay?" Ziva just looked at him for a few seconds before he moved in closer, leaving no space between their bodies and only an inch between their faces.

"Zi?"

"Yes, Tony. I'm okay, thankyou for your concern." She showed a small smile before placing her hands on his chest, again making patterns with her fingers. She looked up into his eyes to see him glance at her lips and smile. Slowly, she lifted up onto her toes and leaned forwards, brushing her lips gently over his. Softly, he deepened the kiss, pulling her even closer to him. She ran a hand through his hair and up and down his back, craving the feel of his touch.

After a minute, Tony pulled back leaning his head against hers.

"Are you sure you want this?" He kissed her nose lightly.

"I want you, Tony. I am sure." She smiled and they kissed once more, not as fiercely but it still passionate.

After a few minutes, Tony lifted Ziva up, her legs wrapping around his hips as he carried her back to her room, still kissing each other. They entered the room and Tony kicked the door shut as he made his way towards her bed. Gently he laid her down on the bed, with him on top of her, his weight on his forearms.

Tonight he was going to show her that she wasn't alone in the dark. Tonight he was going to show her how much he loves her.

This is the end of the story (Kinda because it's a one-shot) but if you guys want me to write another chapter on the rest of the night then let me know in the reviews!

Thanks for reading

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