A cold breeze woke Tony up.
He groaned, opening his eyes slowly to find an empty space next to him. Letting out a tired sigh, he rubbed his face with his hands and rolled out of Ziva's bed. The opposite side was made up and her cell phone and gun, which were usually on the bedside table next to her, were gone.
He took a loop around the apartment.
She was gone.
He arrived to work surprisingly cheery.
Beaming his infamous smile and sitting down with a content plop, he met her eyes as soon as his bottom hit the chair. And McGee had been staring him down since the elevator doors open.
"Someone had a good night." McGee observed with a smug smile.
"Someone had a very good night." His smiling eyes did not leave Ziva's cold, warning stare.
"Did you remember her name this time?" McGee teased.
Tony turned his head slowly, giving McGee a face. He then turned back to Ziva, who was still staring him down. "It was a very nice time." He closed through another smile.
"How bout you Ziva?" he smirked. "You have an eventful night?"
"It was fine." Her eyes darted back to the computer screen.
Work continued, slowly and somewhat aimlessly. No new cases popped up and there were none that needed to be closed either.
Tony had been staring across the bullpen all morning, taking in the small nuances produced by his partner; the way she bit her lip when she was concentrating, the way she casually blew stray locks of hair from her face.
But he was caught in the act.
Once her eyes locked on his he knew he was about to receive directions, inwardly he hoped they would follow a nefarious nature. 'Nooner?' he though hopefully to himself. As he thought, Ziva stood and walked to the bathroom. Tony took the hint but waited about a minute before following, as to avoid raising suspicion from any one of the hundreds of prying eyes in the room. When he stood between the two grey doors he paused for a second to grab the handle of the women's room door, realizing that this was stupid, he changed his course and was greeted by the Israeli leaning up against the formic counter top at the sink.
"Well hey there." Tony said in his trademark charming tone. He went to kiss her and managed to steal a small one on her lips, however, it wasn't as warm and inviting as he had hoped. "What's wrong?" he asked carefully, not wanting to provoke anything.
"Last night was a mistake. It was nice, and yes I enjoyed it, but it can never happen again." Ziva surveyed her partners face; he looked hurt, and clearly confused. "We both know it's has to end, Tony, be realistic."
Tony spoke. "I don't want to be realistic anymore Ziva. Safe is overrated. Live a little, for me, please?"
He pressed his body against hers, trying desperately to be as close as possible. She recoiled, and he let her go, out the door back to the real world.
While Ziva made her way back to her desk she couldn't deny herself the fact that last night had been the most real thing that she had ever experienced, the most intimate and personal moments of her life, and she wanted nothing more than to hold onto that night and the man that she now knew she loved.
This chappie was by Paigey Pie, well the last of it, the first few lines are mine. She'll probably do the next one too.
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