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Here is the second chapter. I always wondered why Ziva didn't invite Tony to dinner with everyone else and since they never gave us a reason I made up my own. I hope you like it.

And I guess I have to make sure I mention none of these characters are mine (even if I wish they were)

Tony couldn't believe this was happening; this couldn't be the end for the great Ziva David, there on the dirty floor of this old cargo box, and what about her words before she passed out, could it be true? Did Ziva really love him? When Ziva first started working at NCIS he immediately felt attracted to her and then after their undercover mission the attraction got impossible to control and that is when it happened, that wonderful night when they finally let their passion explode and the dreadful morning after when his insecurities made him act like a complete jerk.

Eight Weeks Ago

Tony woke up with a horrible headache, he knew he shouldn't have drank so much the night before but at the time there was no stopping him and then he had to go and show up at his partners house in that state. His partner, Tony slowly opened her eyes and looked at his surroundings, this wasn't his apartment, Oh God what had he done. He slowly turned to the side of the bed to find Ziva laying there soundly sleep and of course snoring; this last thing brought a smile to his face. No DiNozzo concentrate, what am I doing in Ziva's bed? He vaguely remember coming to her apartment but after that everything is a blur. Did he sleep with Ziva? And if he did why was he still alive? He would have thought Ziva would kill him just for trying, but maybe not, maybe she wanted it too. Tony heard the snoring stop and movement in the bed, Ziva was waking up.

"Good morning my little hairy butt"- her words came out groggy but she had a smile on her face

Tony couldn't believe it, Ziva seemed happy at him, happy that he was on her bed. What exactly had happened the night before? And then it all came back, his declaration of love for Ziva and the hot sex they had afterwards. He could Gibb slap himself right now. Why did he tell Ziva he loved her? He wasn't a one woman man; he just said it to have sex with her right? Tony was so confused and he thought his confusion was showing in his face because Ziva's smiling face change suddenly.

"Tony if you are regretting what happened last night just say it and we will never talk about again"

"Ziva, I was drunk so I can't really be held accountable by what I did or what I said you know?"

"Of course DiNozzo when are you ever accountable of what you say," and with this she got out of bed and headed for the bathroom "you should get going or you are going to be late for work"

"Work, right," he too got up and started getting dressed, he checked his watch and he had just enough time to go to his apartment take a quick shower, change and make it to work on time, that is his usual ten minutes late. But he couldn't leave without making sure him and Ziva were okay "so Ziva we are okay right? Partners like always?"

She didn't come out of the bathroom just yelled "Yes Tony, I'll see you at work"

After hearing her response and making sure he had all his things he let himself out of her apartment, feeling relieved that this past night hadn't complicated his life. Tony DiNozzo did not think he could handle a relationship now or ever, he was just glad Ziva was okay with forgetting what happened.

And this was the last time he saw the inside of Ziva's apartment since that night.

The memories left his head as suddenly as they came, that is why Ziva didn't invite him to dinner the night before with the rest of the team. He thought that night hadn't meant anything to her, but now he was starting to realize just how much he had hurt her with his attitude. She had slept with him because he had declared his love for her and she felt the same way and then the next morning he had cowered and deny everything blaming it on the alcohol. How stupid could a person be? But now was not the moment to feel self pity, he needed to try and get Ziva to wake up. He had already used part of his shirt as a tourniquet to stop the bleeding as much as possible, but she was still unconscious. He took of his jacket and draped it around her shoulders.

"Ziva, come on you have to wake up. Wake up and start yelling at me for being stupid and getting us trapped in here" he kept repeating while shaking her a little bit

"Tony" he heard a whisper and then her beautiful eyes opened and Tony could not be happier. He wanted to hug her and thought that might do more harm than good.

"Hey about time you woke up. How are you feeling?" He decided not to comment on her last words for now.

"Like I've been shot"

"Always stating the obvious" This was his Ziva, the tough Mossad assassin. One bullet wouldn't stop her.

"So what have you gotten us into this time Tony?" Tony thought her voice was not as strong as it usually was but at least her attitude was back.

"Let's see, we are trapped in this container with no way of communicating with anyone to ask for help, there are three possibilities as to what's going to happen next, option one those guys with the guns open the doors come in an kill us, option two this container is placed on a ship and sent to the other end of the world or option three, my favorite, we freeze to death"

"I think I like the first one better, dying fast" in that moment they started hearing voices outside and the doors begin to open.

"I guess you will get your wish after all Zeeva," he started thinking what to do. They had to at least take cover behind the crates. With gun in hand he moved to help Ziva get up and move behind some crates "stay down" he told her but of course she didn't listen and even though he could see the pain in her face she took her gun with her good arm and pointed it at the door ready to start blazing whoever came through that door.

As the seconds ticked, and the only thing that could be heard inside the container was their breathing, Tony took his eyes off the door and in a spur of the moment grabbed Ziva's face and kissed her. And just as it had begun it ended, leaving them both breathless but with no time to say anything as the doors opened and daylight entered the dark container.

Well now we know they have history together. Who opened the door? Find out in the next chapter and please review. I like hearing what you thought and any suggestions are welcome. Thanks