This was the moment he had been waiting for. Slowly, carefully, he delicately held her face, forcing their eyes to meet and connect with one another. She took a step back so she was touching her desk and tentatively placed her free hand on his face, cradling it. It felt as if they were one, even without much contact, but he knew he had to make the next move to get them even closer together than they already were. This was what he had been waiting for, for the past five years of his life, and now was the time.

"I… I…" He whispered, wishing he could say the words he had been longing to say for far too long.

He deliberately brought his mouth closer to hers; giving her time to back away in case she didn't want any of it. This was the only way he could show, could prove how much he really loved and adored her. He had done this in silence for over 8 years, and it was finally time to express his feelings. She made no move to leave, rather tilted her head so that her lips met with his.

Desire exploded in their mouths, and he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her whole body towards his––––

He awoke with a start, not able to remember what he had dreamed of just a few seconds before. She saw him wake from across the room where they spent most days; she had just left the elevator which brought her up. As she drew nearer to him, he still didn't notice her. She threw the pen she was holding at him.

"Oi!" He swivelled on his chair to see who the culprit was.

"C'mon Ziva! It's too early in the morning to see if I bruise easy." He smiled, and rubbed his shoulder which had just been hit. She always could make him smile, no matter what situation they were in. She laughed at his expression, and walked up to his desk, leaning forward so that their lips were only inches apart. She smiled, searching his face.

"Just as I thought, Tony. You have some drool on your face."

She giggled, so unlike her, and then moved away from his face, to return to his desk. He smiled wryly, and wiped his face with his sleeve and coughed uncertainly. Gibbs walked in, the same as he did every morning, and greeted them with the arrival of a new case.

"Jane Doe, 37, car crash…"