This is something I wrote at like 2 am. I'll be happy if you write a review and let me know how you liked it (and if I should continue :)). Thanks!

**Tony and Ziva are ready to talk about their feelings openly. Now it's just about finding the right moment to bring it up.**

Although both of them were now ready to discuss whatever it was (not) happening between them, they sort of didn't have time for that. Ziva was determined to find Bodnar more than ever, and since they went against the orders, they had to be extremely careful. It was clear they'll have to suffer some kind of a punishment when it's over, but no one really cared about that right now.

Abby was beyond mad, and if she could, she would grab a gun and go hunt Bodnar with them. However, she was trying to be as useful as possible in the lab, calling Gibbs nearly every hour to check if everyone's okay. He didn't blame her for that.

Tony demanded being released from hospital, claiming to be ready to join the manhunt, even though his injuries still hurt like hell. Eventually, he got released, but he had to promise he will rest and stay away from the case. That obviously drove him mad, because there was nothing he wanted to do more than join them, be part of the team, do something.

It had its perks, though. Gibbs saw how seriously Ziva took this Bodnar mission. She often forgot to eat, she slept like three hours and he was afraid what that might to do her, therefore he appointed her to look after Tony until he fully recovers.

She protested, but then she had to pack her things and she was knocking on Tony's door an hour later.

"Hi! Wow, you look angry. Did I do something?"

"No."

"Something happened, then?"

"Not really. Gibbs took me off the case."

"You, too? Welcome to the club."

"I'm supposed to take care of you."

"And you look happy about it," he said with irony in his voice. "Come in."

She put her backpack on the couch and took off her jacket. What is she supposed to do there? Tony is perfectly capable of taking care of himself. She'd be of more use in the field.

"So, you want something to eat?" he asked her.

"No, thanks, I had..." She stopped to think. "I had something earlier."

"Something earlier meaning a biscuit three days ago? I'm gonna order a pizza. Or two."

"Thanks." She sat on the couch and realized how tired she was.

He came back with the phone. "Any special requests?" he asked, but then he saw she fell asleep.

"You know how to take care of a man," he laughed quietly and put the phone on the coffee table.

Knowing from experience that sleeping on a couch is more like a torture than a rest, he carried her to his bed, covered her with a blanket and stroked her cheek tenderly.

She slept for five hours straight. In the meantime, Tony watched three movies, ordered pizza twice, read the news and then was on the phone with Abby for over an hour. When she hung up, because she made a discovery that required calling Gibbs, the bedroom door opened.

"I am so sorry," Ziva said, rubbing her eyes. "I am probably the worst Tony-sitter ever."

"You needed to get some sleep. You can't keep me company if you're tired."

"You could have just leaved me on the couch, my back is fine."

"I've saved you the last piece of pizza."

"That is very nice of you."

"I was just kidding."

"Oh, okay. I am not hungry, anyway."

"I've saved you whole pizza. You're starving."

Ziva laughed a little. "Do you think I could take a quick shower?"

"Of course. I'll get you a towel."

"Can I borrow a T-shirt?"

"Sure you can. Any preferred colour?"

"Surprise me," she smiled at him and went to the bathroom.

He gave her one of his black T-shirts with his university logo. Firstly, it was one of the few that were clean (he haven't been in mood for doing laundry since he got back from the hospital) and secondly, she looked damn hot in black.

While she was taking shower, he made them coffee and warmed up the pizza he ordered for her hours ago.

"It smells delicious," she said, walking out of the bathroom.

"It smells better than it tastes. It'll probably taste like rubber."

"I am so hungry I could eat... Was a wolf, or a horse?"

"Horse, but whatever suits you," he winked at her.

She sat on the chair and started eating.

"I never thought I would say it, but you look better than me in that T-shirt."

"Thank you. It's very comfortable."

He caught himself thinking whether she's wearing bra. That was not the kind of thoughts he should have, at least not in that moment.

"So, how's the manhunt going?"

"We tracked and hunt down five of Bodnar's allies. He has got a few left, though. But we are getting closer. He is in Maryland."

"He doesn't stand a chance. Every agency in the States is looking for him."

"Do not forget Mossad. I hope they will not get to him first."

"Why?"

"They would shoot him, no questions."

"Isn't that what we want, to get rid of him?"

"Yes, but I would prefer to talk to him before I put a bullet in his head."

"You wanna know why he did it?"

She nodded. "He owes me an explanation. I want to know his motives."

"I hope you'll get your closure."

"I cannot wait for this to be over."

"Tell me about it. Two people can't even hold hands without being sideswiped."

He noticed she blushed. Ziva David blushed, when he mentioned holding hands.

"So, since I feel embarrassed for you taking care of me and not the other way round, I should probably do something for you now," she said and put the empty plate in the sink.

"You're doing it already. You're distracting me from self-pity."

"Why would you pity yourself?"

"Because I'm no use to the team right now. I feel useless and I'll feel more useless if they catch Bodnar without me."

"You are not useless, Tony," she shook her head and sat on the couch next to him, leaving a reasonable gap between them. "You saved my life in that car."

"Thank god you weren't driving," he laughed.

She gave him a nudge and smiled. "How are you ribs?"

He touched his chest and screwed his face. "They'll be okay."

"I remember one time when I was in Mossad, they sent me to Italy to take down a terrorist who was hiding there... I broke a rib in a fight, but I couldn't go to the hospital, you know, Mossad orders... I think I have never been in so much pain as I was those three days."

"Ouch. Did you catch that guy?"

"Yes, I did."

"With a broken rib, no painkillers?"

"Yes."

"You are a remarkable woman, Miss David."

"This makes me remarkable?"

"The fact you're a killer ninja and at the same time a delicate woman makes you remarkable."

She blushed again. "Tony, I think we should... I was thinking..."

"Yeah, me too."

"We should discuss a certain matter..."

"We probably should," he nodded.

There was a slightly awkward moment of silence. When Tony finally plucked up the courage to start, the doorbell rang.

"I will get that," Ziva said and hoped it's just a doorstep seller and not someone from the team.

It turned out it was neither. When she opened the door, she almost got a heart attack.

"Ilan?!" she gasped

"Ziva, I need to talk to you." He sounded desperate and he looked like hell.