Ziva sat at her desk in the bullpen, day dreaming. Today had been a slow day, which for her meant paperwork. She let herself lean back in her chair and dream of home, among other things.

The light shone through her window and onto her face.7:30. She had slept in and missed her morning exercise routine. Her light caramel skin glistened in the light. But who would care about exercising after a night like last night? She rolled over and saw a head of hair popped up from under the beige comforter. Tony. Ziva leaned over and kissed the beautiful man's neck. "Wake up," she whispered in his ear, beginning to uncover his head and shoulders from the blankets. "DiNozzo? Get up!" The man leaned over and smiled, batting his eyes in the morning light. "Well hello there, Miss David. How are we after last night?" They both smiled, recalling the previous night's activities."Wonderful." Tony's face contorted in confusion. "Ziva?" He wispered to her, "Ziva wake up!"

The young Israeli's eyes popped open and there she was, back at work, leaning back in her office chair. Tony was looking over her shoulder at her, and she flinched at his closeness. "Daydreaming, Miss David?" Tony asked in a cocky tone. "Of course not," she retorted defensively, "just closing my eyes for a minute!" "Well by the way you looked, you were really enjoying that nap." Tony would never really understand how much she thought about him.