Ok, well, thanks for reading, this started off as something for my english and I figured I'd post it and see what people thought.
Opinions would be appreciated, so I can see where I'm at :)
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There was a loud knock on his wooden door, he froze. Silencing the television that he had been watching to combat his inability to sleep and getting up from the couch he hesitantly made his way to the door at the entrance to his apartment, its 3 o'clock in the morning, he thought to himself as he edged closer.
"Ziva!" He exclaimed, confused by her late night arrival.
"I'm sorry Tony, but I didn't know where else to go," she said as she stood in his doorway, barely dressed in her pyjamas, a thin white singlet top that hung off her frail frame and a pair of baggy boxer shorts, she was covered in sweat, her hair was dishevelled and tear tracks ran down her red and sweaty face.
Tony let her in, overcome with emotions, confusion, joy, sadness, pity, because Ziva was standing in his doorway, in the middle of the night in her pyjamas and although she was obviously distressed Tony couldn't help thinking about her that way. He'd dreamt of the moment for years, the moment in which they finally give into their longing for each other, the moment where their unmistakable sexual tension was addressed, the moment when they would finally become one with each other.
"Are you alright Ziva?" Tony asked as he ushered her in from the icy hallway, placing a strong hand protectively around her shoulders as he directed her over to his couch. He sat her down, laying an old blanket around her hunched shoulders. Then he sat down next to her, his arm still wrapped tightly around her, protectively.
"I'm fine," Ziva lied unconvincingly, avoiding contact with his enchanting green eyes.
"Ok then, if you're fine, then why did you show up on my doorstep at 3 o'clock in the morning?" His question came out harsher than he intended, but he wanted answers.
"I missed you," she said, although it was almost a question.
She was pleading with him to accept one of her answers so she wouldn't have to tell him the truth; that she was having nightmares; that she couldn't sleep, she couldn't get the images out of her mind, her mother, Tali, Ari, Eli, Michael, Saleen, their faces flashing across her mind each and every time she closed her eyes. She didn't want to admit that she was scared, and that she ran. In a desperate attempt to escape from her mind Ziva had run from her place, her bare feet pounding against the cold, wet pavement until she was covered in sweat and breathing heavily, she had stopped and doubled over, pressing her hands tight against her knees as she had tried to regain her breath. She'd looked up and realised where she was, Tony's apartment. Taking it as a sign she walked inside his building and up to his apartment until she was knocking on his door. But she didn't want to tell Tony that, she didn't want to admit her fears.