Chapter 1- The Morning After

Tony p.o.v
I wake up to the sound of a familiar voice muffled by running water. Turning over I realise that I am not at home but on a couch, a rather unconformable couch, that it seems I spent the night on, but as I slowly wake up from dreamland I also realises that it does not belong to me and I am in fact not at my apartment, but at another apartment that should really be called my second home Ziva's, and this is Ziva's couch and presumably Ziva's blanket on top of me.

The water stops and the muffled voice coming from the bathroom now sound familiar that I am awake and aware on my surroundings, Ziva pops her head out of the door "you're awake, I was going to wake you but its only 7:20 we don't have to be in work while 8" she says rushed as if she thinks I could be angry, but in this moment there is no way I could be angry, I can only see her head but I can tell she has just stepped out of the shower and she looks the most adorable with a water droplet that has made its way down her face and is now hanging onto the end of her nose.

Coming back to reality I am now remembering the night before, me and Zi were the last ones out of the squad room it was late and we had had a long day we decided to order a pizza and put on a movie, I could not believe it when Zi said she had not seen the classic James Bond movie starring Sean Connery, so we rented it, I cannot even remember the film finishing. As if reading my mind Ziva interrupts my thoughts "You fell asleep within the first 30 minutes of the film, by the time it ended it was too late to wake you, hope you don't mind". I do not know how she does it but she always seems to know what I am thinking maybe that is why we make such a good team.

Her head disappears from the door as she goes to finish getting ready. I decide to make us breakfast I make pancakes with chocolate which I know is Ziva's absolute favorite American food. Walking in moments later she asked me "what are you making?" with the sweetest smile "Pancakes with chocolate spread " I give myself a pat on the back for a good choice when I see her eyes light up as she takes a bite out of one of the mountain of pancakes now on her plate,. "Nice?" I ask her as if I don't know they are her favorite "I love them thanks Tony, maybe I will have to let you stay more often if I get breakfast every time!", she says cheekily showing her dimples however something behind her voice makes me think she isn't joking.