So, there was a lot of response to the first chapter and even though it was only supposed to be a oneshot I decided to write this too. I'm not sure if there's going to be any chapters after this, I'll see where the wind takes me. Anyway, enjoy, excuse the excessive comma action (I love them too much) and review :) Thanks everyone for the support and feedback, it's much appreciated. S x

Morning Glory

Soft rays of sunlight slipped past the curtains and into Tony's bedroom. Ziva sighed and blinked, trying to get her tired eyes to adjust to the unwelcome light. She lay still and listened to Tony's hearbeat that was loud to her as she lay across his chest. Her cheek was pressed against his bare skin and his arms were still wrapped securely around her. With a small sigh she untangled herself from Tony's legs and arms and slid back to the other side of the bed. He murmured something softly under his breath and rolled over onto to his side so he was facing her. His arm lay across the mattress as if reaching for her but he was still firmly asleep.

It broke Ziva's heart that she was putting him through hell as well as living in her own nightmare too. She knew that he had been affected from their trip to Somalia and even though she slept better in his bed, she was aware that he wasn't really benefiting from the arrangement in the same way she was. Instead of calming him down it seemed to be making things worse. She felt ashamed that she was using him slightly, making him protect her as she succumbed to the terror she had experienced. She supposed she was being selfish but having him there for her, knowing that everything could turn out all right was too much to let go of. Blinking and letting her eyes refocus, she slipped out from under the covers and walked slowly over to the adjoining bathroom. She didn't want to wake him unnecessarily when he was so soundly asleep, letting him get a few extra treasured moments unconscious.

She turned on the shower and pulled off her pyjamas, her head still clouded with the nightmares that she could remember and the still warm feeling that swept across her skin and body when she thought of Tony. His touch still lingering on her skin as she stood under the spray of water. They had changed over the past few weeks, their unspoken agreement not to mention her sleepovers to anyone at work. Both of them putting their attraction and history aside for a moment until they were ready to deal with it. Until they were healed. Until they were healthy.

Ziva pulled a towel around her and started to brush her teeth. The mirror was fogged up but she could still see her depressed expression, her skin pale from the constant feeling of unease, each eye rimmed with a dark circle as the weeks of disrupted sleep finally caught up with her. She spat the toothpaste into the sink and dropped her toothbrush into the holder along with Tony's. It amused to her think that she had sort of moved in with Tony as he helped her. Most days she just went straight home with him after work, she hadn't been in her apartment for nearly a week. The thought still scared her. Even though she hated herself for disliking an apartment merely because it was empty, it highlighted that she had became weak. Scared of the dark and the shadows and most importantly the thoughts that came with it.

She walked into Tony's bedroom and quickly hunted in the closet space he had set aside for her. Hanging beside his pristine designer suits were her clothes for work. Her running gear lay on the shelf below it, beside his shiny shoes. She had a drawer in his dresser and make up cluttered his bench. Behind her Tony was still fast asleep but she still threw glances over her shoulder to make sure he hadn't woken up and caught sight of her. She felt the least nervous around Tony of all people but she still didn't want him to see the scars that riddled her skin. At night she would somehow work it that she got changed in the bathroom after a shower or as he was making tea in the kitchen. In the morning she would wake before him and always be near ready before he opened his eyes.

She pulled on her clothes quickly and then pulled a brush through her hair before she leant over Tony, who was now sprawled on his stomach, the sheets pooled around his waist.

"Tony." She urged him awake and shook his shoulder slightly, ignoring the shiver that exploded through her skin as her fingertips touched him.

"Mmmhhmm." Tony mumbled into his pillow. "What time is it?"

"Just after seven." She told him and stood back as he rolled onto his back, tangling himself in the sheets.

"Ok." He sighed throwing an arm over his face. She pulled her hair into a ponytail, watching as he fully woke up. "Morning."

Ziva set her brush beside her mascara on the dresser and with a small sigh she plastered her fake smile onto her face. Set her mask into place before she turned to smile at him. She saw it in his eyes as he met her gaze, how he saw through the whole charade but didn't say anything. Not yet. Finally she opened her mouth, clearing her throat to sound cheerful. "Morning."