Chapter 1- Ziva's POV

Ziva sat on the couch looking at tony's face as he mouthed every line along with the movie. She wondered how many times he had watched it. He turned and looked back at her, she could see the longing in his eyes but she just smiled and went back to watching the film. Secretly wishing to herself that she had seized the moment and just kissed him. She wanted to and she could tell he wanted to. Don't be stupid Ziva she thought, he works with you, and what would gibbs say! They carried on watching the film together.

The end credits started to roll and ziva slowly started to get up. Tony grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back onto the couch next to him. She turned to frown at him " Tony if you value that hand you will remove it from my waist! I have to clear up" the snort she got in return changed the frown into a look of confusion. "what Tony. What is so funny?"

"nothing, it's just that you took me in for tonight whilst my apartment is being gas checked, you don't have to clear up after me as well. I will clear up." he stated matter of factly. Ziva was about to protest, but she was interrupted by a knock at the door. Tony grinned at her as she got up to answer it.

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Tony's POV

He was just about to start washing up the plates when Ziva shouted his name. "Tony, Tony come quickly" he put the dish on the counter and ran into the hallway to find ziva holding a child of about 12. She looked terrified, and she was out of breath like she had been running away from somebody.

" Ziva?, who is this?" ziva had a look that matched the young girls as she helped her to the front room and onto the couch. The child said something in a language he didn't know and Ziva hugged her tightly as if the world was about to end. " Ziva, Who is she? what is she saying? Why is she so scared?"

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Ziva's POV

Ziva didn't recognise her at first, she just stood there out of breath, with a look on her face that could only be described as terror. She was scared. "can I help you?" Ziva asked, her reply a single word, a name, whispered in her ear. "Olivia." at that Ziva knew exactly who she was. Olivia David, the youngest of the four David children, how could she not have recognised her. Just as she was about to ask what was wrong, the girl collapsed in a heap outside the door. "Tony, Tony come quickly" she heard him drop something on the counter and run into the corridor. He saw ziva trying to walk the child to the couch and he rushed over to help. "Ziva?, Who is this?" she ignored the question, she would explain it to him later, when olivia was asleep. As she was lowered onto the sofa she whispered " I knew I would find you again" in arabic and Ziva grabbed her in a vice-like hug. " Ziva, Who is she? What is she saying? Why is she so scared?" she turned to Tony, "can you help me take her to my room she needs to sleep, then I will explain everything." Tony picked up the whimpering girl and carried her to Ziva's room. Ziva sat next to her stroking her long wavy hair and sang to her in hebrew. By the time the song was finished Olivia was asleep and ziva was dreading her next conversation with Tony.