The snow was falling gently form the sky. The orange of her neon hat stung the eyes of by passers when the sun hit the snow and it gleamed bright white. The path was covered with fallen snow and some ice patches but it didn't make her run any slower. As her feet hit the earth beneath her with each stride, she felt an impulse race through her body. And she runs faster. As she crossed the bridge near where she parked she saw a face she recognized. She kept running as she turned to head to her car, she stepped on one of the ice patches, her footing slipped and she hit the ground hard. She just laid there on the ground, eye closed, heart racing, and breaths slow and shallow. She had been lying there for almost three minutes now, letting the snow land gently on her skin and melt away. When she opened her eyes the sun stung her eyes. She squinted to make out her surroundings. A shadow came up from behind her, blocking out the suns bright rays. As she looked up at the face of the person she knew, the figure said, "You took a pretty hard fall, need a hand?" and extended his hand to help her up. She reluctantly too it and he pulled her up to her feet.

"There was nothing pretty about it." She said as he touched her face.

"I wouldn't say that," he said and brushed the snow fro her curly brunette hair.

"Yeah, and why is that Tony?"

"Because Ziva, I got to help you up."

"Hmm" Ziva said as she walked towards her car. Tony followed her like a lost puppy.

"Have any plans, Zeevah." He said with a smile as he walked past her and leaned against her car door.

"No, I do not… you?" she said trying to hold back the feeling she had when ever he looked at her like that.

"Actually, I don't," He said honestly as he removes his gaze from her face, "I was just planning on ordering a pizza and watching an old movie." He returned his gaze to her eyes as he asks, "Wanna join me?"

She is silent for a moment before replying "What time?"

He smiles at her and walks over to her and says, "How about now?" And he brushes a stray piece of hair back behind her ear. She looks at him trying to figure out what his expectations are. The answers "Yes." She gives him a small smile as she gets her keys out and head to the drivers' side. Tony stops her and holds out his hand saying, "I'll drive."

Ziva gives him a look, but hands over the keys saying, " I do not drive that bad."

"Well, I don't want to die this close to Christmas." And with that they got in the car, and drove off.

As they pull up to Tony's apartment building Ziva grabs Tony's hand and asks, "Why did you invite me over Tony?" He turns to her and cups her face with both of his hands. Looking into her eyes he moves his face closer and closer to hers.

All Ziva could think was this really happening? She tried hard not to show that she wanted this so bad and for so long, as Tony's face was just mere inches from hers.

Then he stopped opened his and said, "Can't friends hang out, watching movies and eating pizza, Ziva?" He had on his flirty smile. Before Ziva could reply he was out of the car and walking around to the sidewalk.

Ziva put her head against the car seat and close her eyes, thinking at how close she had come to just letting her emotions take control. Then she heard a knock on the window, she opened her eyes and was startled to see Tony standing outside of the car door. "Coming?" He said as a smile played on his lips and he motioned for her to follow him.

As Tony opened the door to his apartment he felt Ziva slip past him and walk right inside like she owned the place. "So this is your place," she says looking around.

"Just like in your dreams, Ziva." Tony jokes as he takes his jacket off and hangs it up on the coat rack and places his keys on the table next to the door.

"Do not flatter yourself, Tony."

"You didn't deny it." Tony points out as he walks up to her.

"And I did not confirm it" She simply states Still looking around until she meets his hazel eyes. Tony moves his hand up to brush her hair out of her face, but stops to run his thumb against her chapped lips. Her heart rate starts to pick up as he takes another step closer. So his chest is firmly against hers. He wraps his arm around her waist as he gently lifts her chin up. He leans down a little and places his lips atop of hers. As he starts to move his lips against hers, Ziva's hand comes up to the back of his neck and gently tugs at the short hairs that are there. He place both of his hands firmly on her butt and lifts her off the ground. She automatically wraps her legs around his waist as he rams her into the wall. She gasps at the sudden contact with the wall and his member as she slips a little. And then She is kissing him deeply and with more passion. Tony slowly slides his lieft hand up underneath her shirt only to be stopped by Ziva's hand and withdraw for their embrace.

"Tony, I … I cannot do thi-" he cuts her off gently kissing her lips, and forcing himself upon her. She kisses him back with even more intensity then the first kiss. Tony slowly kisses up and down he neck as he carries her to the bedroom. Where he throws her down on the bed and just stares at her lying there. Hair a mess, lips swollen, wanting and waiting for him. He snaps out of his trance and slowly climbs on top of her. He looks straight into her eyes as he attacks her mouth with his own once again.

The morning sun shined through the window of Tony's bedroom. Tony awoke from his sleep with a feeling of great satisfaction and pleasure. As he stretched and yawned his gaze fell upon the Israeli beauty still sleeping in his bed. She was lying on her stomach with the sheets just below her lower back. His gaze turned to more of a loving and appreciative one as his eyes traveled up her toned, tanned skin to her neck lingering on the marks he had left on her. The thought of having left marks on the Israeli made him smile. He sat up against the headboard and studied her features. The way her dark curls softened her face and the plumpness of her lips. The way the sun made her skin sparkle a golden brown, and even the scars that were hidden beneath her clothes. Tony felt so lucky to have this woman in his life. He was so entranced in her beauty that her did not even notice that she had woken up and was watching him through sleepy eyes.

Ziva awoke to the feeling of eyes on her. She looked at Tony and her surroundings through sleepy eyes. Before she had time to process her thoughts and what had happened last night, Tony's hand was moving a stray hair back behind her.

"Good morning beautiful!" He said with a smile as she pulled the sheet around herself and sat up next to him.

"Morning Tony." She said barely making eye contact.

Tony was starting to get worried. Did she feel ashamed of what they had done last night? Was this not the women who had screamed his name out with such pleasure that he couldn't help but smile? Had he done something wrong? But before he could voice any of these questions Ziva was out of the bed and collecting her clothes.

"I cannot … uh find my underwear." She stated looking everywhere but at Tony.

He didn't even respond just got up put his boxers on and walked out of the room. Ziva just stood there in the middle of the bedroom wrapped in his sheets holding her clothes with a look of desperation. When he returned he held out a pair of lacy green panties. Ziva took it from and opened her mouth to say something but shut it when Tony started to speak. "The bathroom is down the hall to the left."

"Thanks… I," She started but kept starring at his face, "What's wrong"

"I don't know. You're the one leaving." He stated.

Ziva stood there silently, biting her lower lip before turning and walking towards the bathroom. She stopped in the doorway and looked back at Tony. He was sitting on the edge of the bed his face in his hands. She felt a pain in her chest as she looked at him, and dropped her clothes on the floor and walked back into the bedroom. Tony felt the bed shift as she crawled over to him. He was surprised when she placed her hand on his upper thigh and unconsciously started to rub her thumb in a circle shape. They sat like that for a few moments before Ziva spoke. "Tony, what is wrong?"

He just looked up at her, then cupped her face and gently kissed her lips. Then took her hand off his upper thigh as he said, "This" motioning between the two of them.