A/N: Ok, so on a reviewer's suggestion, I'm continuing this. Yes, I know I should be working on my other story, but I'm stuck! I'll get it out eventually…
Ziva lay in bed awake that night, unable to sleep. She felt Tony's chest rising and falling rhythmically beneath her cheek, and his thumb had fallen heavily on her upper arm in place of its steady, comforting movement. He had not yet begun to snore, though, so she knew he had only just slipped into sleep.
"Why did you say I do not have any friends, Tony?" She asked him quietly.
Tony started at the sound of Ziva's voice as it ripped him quickly from his new-found state of dreaming. "What?"
"Why do you think I have no friends?" She questioned again.
"Why didn't you eat my Valentine's candy?" He shot back with a yawn.
"I am serious, Tony. It is not bad enough that you cancel our date tonight, but then you have to insult me, as well?" She pulled his chest hair.
"Ow! What the hell, Zi?" Tony was wide awake, now. "I'm sorry the case ran so late, ok? We missed our dinner reservations; there was nothing I could do about that! And you seemed just as eager as I was to stick around and see Borin's exit. And you know I didn't mean anything by the friends comment!"
"Then why did you say it?" She whispered.
Tony sighed and rubbed his free hand over his face, "Zi…"
"I have friends, you know, Tony," Ziva stated emphatically.
Tony sighed again and rolled his eyes, "Yes, Ziva, I know you have friends. Happy, now?"
"No! Not if I have to force it from you! Tell me why you think I have no friends!" Ziva lifted herself off Tony's chest and was facing him, supporting herself on one arm.
"Tell me why this is bothering you so much? I'm not laying here, taking offense because you said I wasn't your friend!" Tony removed his arm from around Ziva and placed his hands under his head, closing his eyes again.
"Because I feel as though I have no friends," she looked down and whispered.
Tony's eyes widened and his head shot up. "You do too have friends, Ziva!"
She chuckled softly and kissed him gently on the forehead. "I know. Thank you for admitting it. Good night, Tony." And with that, she settled herself back into her former position on his chest, kissing it one more time for good measure.
Tony laughed out loud and grinned to himself, putting his arm again around Ziva and gathering her more closely into him. "You drive me absolutely insane, Ziva David. The next time you want to get me to admit something, can we play while I'm not trying to sleep?"
"It would not be as satisfying a conquest if that were the case, Tony. And by the way, the next time I do not eat one of your cheesy little gifts, can you not make such a big deal about it in front of Tim? You are going to blow our cover one of these days."
Tony yawned again, closing his eyes and wrapping his other arm around Ziva, as well. "I don't know what you're so worried about, Zi," he mumbled into the top of her head. "You know I work best under cover."