Okay so I finally came up with an idea. I'm combining the two stories a mother and her daughter with baby don't cry. The storylines have been combined but I liked the first title the most so I changed this story's name, but the same things will happen.

"Stay."

Tony looked down at the Israeli beauty. Never in the past 5 years he had known her had he ever seen her so vulnerable. She looked like a small girl asking her dad to stay with her until she fall asleep, because she is afraid of the monsters under her bed. Ziva looked like she hadn't realized the consequences or the word. Tony didn't know if she meant stay or .. stay.
Ziva didn't know what she had meant either. She was just as confused as Tony. Sure she had just told him something very emotional and personal so it would seem very inappropriate. But they had both wanted this for a long time.
Tony realized he hadn't moved for a few minutes. Ziva must wonder what he was going to do. He sat down on the floor, leaning against her nightstand. He held onto her hand and gently bushed it with his finger. Their eyes met. Their heads were just at the same height and the words they had never been able to get out through their mouths, seemed to stream out from their eyes in just a second.
But Tony didn't want it to happen like this. He would feel as he was taking advantage of a very emotional Ziva, who was not ready for this conversation. He wasn't ready for it either. It had to be perfect. Although he had never had any need not to rush sexual encounters, he knew that when it came to Ziva, it had to be something that would be worth the wait. Ziva gave him a weak smile. He smiled back.

"Get some sleep."

Ziva nodded and closed her eyes. She felt completely safe knowing Tony was with her. It was a nice feeling.
Tony watched her sleep. He could stare at her chest rise and fall for hours. Something about her had always fascinated him. Was it the fact that she had always teased and flirted with him, showing no signs of privacy when it came to talk about .. well sex. He smiled a little as he remembered. How is it possible to remember something she had said 5 years ago? Maybe because it was really funny.

"I'll call you back!"

Tony quickly pretended to hang up the phone when she started walking towards him.

"Hi."

He expected her to respond, but she just looked at him teasingly.

"I was just –"

"Having phone sex?"

She had said it like it was the most normal thing to do at 10 am at a work place.
She wasn't the same Ziva anymore. He remembered telling McGee that he didn't find her as sexual now as before. But that had been very misunderstood. When they first started working together she was like taken directly from a James Bond movie. Dangerous, sexy and mysterious. Now she was sweet, caring and .. he would lie to himself if he didn't mention extremely beautiful. And more like a woman. She was confident and independent. And still she seemed to take one day at a time. Not like him, who had pretended to cover up a midlife crisis with the worst excuse ever. Of course he had felt sorry for Brenda, but the thing that was really bothering him was the fact that everyone seemed satisfied with their lives, except himself. Abby was just as cheerful and happy as always. And McGee had gotten more confident. Tony would never admit it, but he was proud of the Probie.
But where was he going? Who was he? What was he becoming?

He hadn't realized he had fallen asleep against the night stand, until he woke up by the sunlight that was coming through the white curtains in Ziva's bedroom.
Ziva's bedroom. He looked at the bed, she was gone. He got up, whining when a sharp pain shot through his back. He stretched and walked into the hallway. Then he noticed steam coming from the open bathroom door. Then as he walked closer, he heard that the water was running. As tempting as it was to interrupt Ziva, and he had had images of her showering in his head for years, he couldn't bring himself to open the door. That was until he heard low sobs.
He opened the door and saw Ziva sitting in the shower. The water was running down on her, she was wearing the clothes she fell asleep in and she rested her head on her knees.
She heard him entering the bathroom, but she didn't move. Then she felt him sitting down next to her and putting his arms around her. She rested her head on his shoulder and cried into his neck. She felt his shirt was getting soaking wet. Without a word, they sat there for a while. Tony didn't need to understand Ziva's actions, he just comforted her. Now knowing every detail about why she changed in Somalia, he looked at her in a different way. A vulnerable way. Somehow, it made her more human to him. And he liked it. She was still his ninja, but now he could really say that he knew her.
Eventually, Ziva's cries became small sobs, and then stopped. She lifted he head and looked at Tony. She opened her mouth but Tony cut her off.

"You don't need to say anything."

"Yes. I do." She got up and turned off the water. She sat back down in front of Tony and looked him in the eyes. There were still a few tears left in her eyes but she somehow smiled a little. Like back when Mike Franks had just died. When he had tried to cheer her up in the elevator. He remembered that he almost kissed her. And that she looked like she wanted to kiss him too.

"Tony. I am sorry for what I said last night."

"Don't be. I'm glad you told me. No one should have to face something like that on their own."

"Not the miscarriage. What I said about you taking my future away from me." She looked down."You gave me one. Michael wasn't even .. He was just following orders."

"You don't know that."

"But I like to believe he did. It makes it less painful to have lost him." Ziva looked at Tony again."But you .. you made up for everything by saving me."

"I had to. Couldn't live without you, remember?"

They both smile. Tony caresses Ziva's cheek and she tilts her head to the side and closes her eyes, feeling his touch on her cheek. Ziva puts her hand on Tony's arm and moves his hand from her cheek to her waist. She tilts her head and looks at him, asking gently. He knows what she wants. He leans forward their foreheads are touching, followed by their lips brushing gently against each other. Tony puts his other arm on Ziva back and pulls them up. They stand in the shower, sharing gentle kisses and holding each other. Ziva places one hand on Tony's neck and the other on his chest. And she has never felt so safe.

Chapter 3 is coming!