Something I thought of while looking at a screencap. This took me awhile to figure out the kinks...I don't own NCIS...
For the first time since coming home, she was sleeping peacefully. There were no nightmares whatsoever. For the first time in four months, Ziva David was actually dreaming. Her dreams were weaving in and out, just an array of bright colors. Happy thoughts, happy memories, weaved in and out of her mind, almost taunting her to go back to the way things were.
Ziva couldn't rewind the clock though so she had to just deal with the dreams. She couldn't really complain though. The dreams were a nice escape from the nightmares.
After the peaceful and resting night of sleep, Ziva woke up and slowly opened her eyes. The sun was shining through the blinds and the ex-Mossad officer stretched and let out a yawn. She turned on her side, blinking to adjust to the light.
Seeing the sleeping figure next to her, Ziva moved closer to the other body, fitting right in like a puzzle piece. She rested her head on his chest and let out yet another yawn.
The man next to Ziva David stirred, waking up. "Mhm, good morning, my little ninja," the man said, kissing the top of Ziva's head. "Did you sleep well?"
Looking up into Tony DiNozzo's eyes, Ziva smiled. "Morning, my hairy little butt," she whispered, leaning up and kissing his lips. "I slept perfectly."
"No nightmares, Ziva?" Tony asked, looking down into her eyes, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her close.
"No nightmares, Tony," she replied, nodding, and kissing his lips once more.
Ziva knew that the nightmares would never bother her when she was with Tony. DiNozzo kept the demons at bay.