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Tony was packing for his new assignment on the aircraft carrier. He had been reassigned as an agent afloat. Ziva had been sent back to Israel, the liaison position was terminated. McGee was sent down to computer crimes. The new Director had split up the team and none of them were happy about it. As Tony put his last t-shirt in his suitcase, there was a knock at his door. He was a bit surprised considering the late hour and the fact he wasn't expecting anyone. He walked to the door and looked through the peep hole which revealed Ziva standing on the other side.

"Ziva?" he questioned as he opened the door. "What are you doing here?"

"I went for a drive to think about things and found myself at your door."

"Come in," Tony said and moved aside so she could pass through the doorway.

"Thanks."

"You want a beer?"

"Sure."

Tony walked into the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of Coors Light from his fridge. He walked back into the living room and handed one bottle to Ziva as he sat down on the couch. She followed suit and sat down next to him.

There was a silence between them for several moments before Tony spoke up.

"Are you happy about going back to Israel?" he asked.

"I don't know, I like it here."

"What will you be doing in Israel?"

"Are you happy being moved to the aircraft carrier?" Ziva asked, avoiding Tony's question. He was pretty sure he already knew what the answer was anyway.

"I'm going to be the bad guy on a ship with a crew of 5000, not my idea of fun."

"Why did Vance split us all up?"

"I have no idea. I don't want to leave."

Ziva didn't reply so Tony looked down at her, she was staring out the window of his apartment. She looked like she was deep in thought.

"Ziva?"

"What?" she replied sharply, snapping back to reality.

"Where did you just go?"

"I didn't go anywhere, I'm right here."

"It's a figure of speech Ziva, you looked like you were thinking about something."

"I was."

"Care to share?"

Ziva didn't reply, instead she got up from the couch and walked over to the window and resumed her staring. Tony stayed seated and watched her. She obviously had something on her mind and he wasn't exactly sure of the way to get her to talk. She wasn't very open about her personal feelings.

"Ziva, talk to me," Tony said as he walked up next to her at the window.

She hesitated for a moment and then turned to look at him.

When she turned, she had a single tear running down her cheek. Tony was taken back by her display of emotion. The Ziva David he knew hid her emotions well.

Tony raised his right hand and wiped the tear away with his thumb.

"What's wrong?" Tony asked barely above a whisper.

"I don't want to leave."

"Me either."

Tony tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against hers.

"I don't want to leave you," Tony said.

Ziva pulled back slightly and looked into his eyes. She saw desire and pain.

Tony gazed into Ziva's eyes and saw fear. He closed the gap between them and placed his lips in hers.

"Tony," Ziva whispered, out of breath, as they broke the kiss.

"Ziva."

"I think I'm in love with you."

"I'm glad to hear it because I love you."

"You love me?"

"I've loved you for a long time."

Ziva leaned forward and kissed Tony again. Tony moved his hands to Ziva's face and ran his hands through her hair. They stood next to the window kissing for several minutes. When they broke the kiss, Tony leaned over and picked Ziva up without a word.

"What are you doing?" Ziva asked giggling.

"I plan on showing you exactly how much I love you."

"I like the sound of that."

Tony quickly kissed Ziva and he carried her into his bedroom.

"You're absolutely beautiful," he said as he laid her on the bed.

Ziva blushed slightly.

Tony crawled up the bed next to Ziva and began kissing her. His kisses soon made their way down her neck and onto her chest. As Tony trailed kisses along her neck, Ziva reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt. Once she got all the buttons, she slid it off his shoulders causing it to fall to the floor. Tony stopped his barrage of kisses on her neck and moved his hands to the bottom of her shirt. He pulled it over her head and tossed it across the room. He then turned his attention to her belt and button on her pants. When they were undone he got up and stood at the end of the bed and slid off her pants. She sat up on the bed and turned her attention to his belt buckle and button.

"I think its only right I return the favor," she said.

"I couldn't agree more."

Tony's pants fell to the ground and his boxers followed. He stepped out of them and back onto the bed. Ziva was still sitting up and Tony reached behind her and unclasped her bra. He slid it off her shoulders and flung it in the same general direction that her shirt went. They laid back down on the bed, lips pressed together. After several more minutes of kissing, Tony scooted down the bed slightly to remove Ziva's panties. They too went flying in an unknown direction. He then trailed kisses from her belly button up to her lips. Tony paused momentarily and looked into Ziva's eyes. The fear he saw before was gone and her eyes almost sparkled. He leaned down and kissed her once more before he entered her.

"Oh, Tony," Ziva moaned.

They immediately began moving together in sync. Being with Tony was better than Ziva had ever imagined. Once she got her senses back she decided she was going to have a little fun with him. She suddenly flipped him to his back and she was on top.

"You really do like the top," Tony said surprised. He was referring to her comment made when they were undercover as a married assassin couple in the hotel room.

"Would I lie to you?"

She leaned forward and kissed her as they continued to keep their rhythm. Ziva began to feel her climax coming on and began moving faster. As her climax came over her, Tony took advantage of her momentary loss of control and moved back to the top.

"Oh…god…. Tony," Ziva moaned breathlessly.

"Zi…va….I….love….you," Tony said as he moved faster, getting closer to his own climax.

After he reached his climax, he fell onto the bed next to Ziva and pulled her close to him. He planted a soft kiss on her forehead.

"I love you," Tony repeated.

"I love you too."

Ziva rolled slightly and kissed Tony.

"I'm glad you came over," he said.

"I had to see you."

She rested her head on his bare chest and they laid in silence, Ziva wrapped in Tony's arms.

"I don't ever want this moment to end," Tony said.

"We are leaving tomorrow."

"Let's just focus on right now."

"I can do that."

Ziva rolled on top of Tony and began kissing him again.

THE END

Well? What did you think? I'm not sure if I want to keep this as a one-shot or continue it, any input would be greatly appreciated.