Thanks to Dylanne (x Lost Hero x) for beta-ing :)
Disclaimer: If I owned NCIS, there would be no need to disclaim that it wasn't mine...
It must be a dream.
Someone is kissing me, and it is amazing. It feels like life is being breathed into me and I cannot even comprehend what is going on. There is a warm but heavy weight pressing on my chest, and with each new compression I feel more and more alive. I do not want to wake up, just in case it is a dream. I do not want to open my eyes.
I want to stay here forever, in this place of perfection and bliss.
The kiss is becoming more and more rushed now, frantic and even urgent. I have no idea where I am and everything is numb.
But I do not care.
There is something in my lungs; I cough and I hear someone sigh, the someone whose warm weight is pressed against me and who is breathing life into me with their wonderful kiss. When they hear me, they stop. Perfection leaves and I am left on my own.
I open my eyes. The person is murmuring.
"Ziva, come back to me... Please, Ziva, please. Come on."
It is Tony. Tony has been kissing me. Tony has been kissing me and it was brilliant.
Oh, God.
How drunk am I? I cannot even remember what happened. He sees my eyes, looks into them.
"Ziva! Oh, I thought I'd lost you."
I sit up.
"What is wrong, Tony?" I ask. "What happened?"
He was panting slightly, from the kiss or not, I wasn't sure. "Those guys, they knocked you out cold and tossed you into the lake. Gibbs is unconscious, but McGee is over with him. He'll be fine."
So we were on a case? Yes, it was coming back to me. We were outnumbered but had a height advantage. Four men had grabbed me at once and a fifth had whacked my head with the base of my own gun. It all made sense, but still, I had to ask. "Tony, why were you kissing me? Why were you on top of me?"
"Oh Ziver," he chuckled, a grin spread across his face like butter. "I wasn't kissing you. I was giving you CPR."