For some reason my thoughts tend to drift more towards Tiva and BB when I am hovering in a state of semi-consciousness from exhaustion.
Just another short, 113 word one-shot about the choking chemistry between Tony and Ziva. I swear, even knowing that eventually there will be a happy ending - as happy an ending as two people so broken can ever get - watching them hurt is like being punched in the gut. Yes, I am that emotionally involved in their fictional relationship.
The music is one form of seduction, Ziva David is another. The steps bring her close, so close that he catches his breath and wonders whether it is wrong to want to lose yourself in another person so badly. He tells himself that the dark eyes that gleam back conspiratorially at him cannot see that he is struggling not to break that damn Rule 12. He pretends that Rule 12 is the only reason he has not already wrapped himself around her like armour from the world, even if he himself is so full of dents and holes as to be of no use whatsoever.
The key thing here is that he pretends.