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She woke with a start in the middle of the night, making Tony jump up. She fell to the floor when he stood, and he quickly bent to help her up.
"What happened?" he asked as she settled back onto the couch.
"It was nothing," she brushed him off.
"Well, obviously it wasn't," he continued to pester her, not wanting her to keep everything bottled up in side.
"It was just a nightmare. Really it was nothing." She curled up on the couch again, but he wasn't going to let her sleep without talking about it first. Knowing he was going to regret it he shook her shoulder.
"Come on, Ziva, you can't keep shutting people out, especially right now. Please talk to me."
"I saw him," she muttered into the couch cushion. "I saw Abba's lifeless form, but he was talking to me. He was telling me that I should have been there when he died. I should have been by his side as he took his last breath."
"I told you, you did what you thought was right," he stroked her hair. "You chased the man who killed him." He heard her take a sharp intake of breath. Poor word choice, he thought.
"Sympathy is the last thing I want right now."
They were still for a few minutes before Ziva pulled herself back onto Tony's lap. The way that she was acting he knew that she still needed more. She needed to find closure.
"What do you need?" he asked. She didn't answer, instead she played with a lose tread on his pants. After a while she sat up and look at him.
"Revenge," was all she said.
"Okay." She looked at him for another few seconds before leaning over and wrapping her arms around his waist. A rare Ziva hug, he thought, and couldn't help but laugh a little.
"What?" asked without letting go of him. She was either to tired or to sad to hurt him right now.
"You're actually hugging me. He let his fingers find their way into her hair again. She moved her head so that she could look at him. They stared into each other's eyes for a second before Ziva leaned forward and softly kissed Tony's cheek, before pulling back again. He was to shocked to respond to her actions, but before he had time to think of something to say she leaned in again and lightly brushed her lips against his. What is she doing? was the only thing that he could think. Before he really knew what was going on she was pressing her whole body against his and her tongue had somehow found it's way into his mouth. He let it go on for a second because he really wanted to do this, but he didn't want it to happen like this. He pulled away, but she leaned into him, wanting more.
"Ziva, what are you doing?" was all he could manage to say.
"I want to feel something other then pain and sadness for once in my life." She kissed him again. He tried to say something else but she wouldn't let him. Instead she pushed him back onto the couch and laid on him with her legs on either side of his body. He knew that they shouldn't do this, but he also wanted to help her feel better, and he had wanted this for so long. He let his hands follow the curves of her body till they came to a rest on her waist. He didn't know how far she wanted to go with this, and she was making no move to remove any of his clothing, so he let it be and just kept kissing her. After a while he could feel tears on his face as she had started crying again. He forcibly pushed her back, grasping her shoulders.
"Ziva!" he shook her a little. Seeing her face he pulled her into him again and let her cry herself out. She then fell asleep again, lying on top of Tony. He couldn't help but notice that her hand had fallen onto his heart.
