Okay guys, don't kill me but I'm going to use an idea from an NCIS episode on the plane, that episode where Ziva and Tony are bringing the lady witness back to D.C. but there is an assassin on the plane and they need to figure out who it is. SM owns Twilight, Donald P. Bellisario owns NCIS!

Bella's P.O.V.

"Ziva, you can take the bed," I said.

She shook her head.

"Please take it, I'll take the couch."

I nodded and set the alarm on the clock next to the bed. Gina was staying in the hotel now, because after the rock incident, we decided she wouldn't be safe home alone. Tony snatched a pillow and threw it on the floor next to the bed, then grabbed a spare blanket and laid it under the pillow. I dug in my bag, pulling out my t-shirt and sweatpants, then went into the bathroom, not bothering to lock the door. I got my sweatpants on quickly and took off my shirt when the door opened and Tony walked in wearing boxers and nothing else. Before I had time to blush I realized I was standing there in my bra and sweatpants! He looked very calm, like he walking in on a woman changing every day was normal. But there was this look in his eyes, almost like he was... craving something. But not food cravings.

"Tony!"

He smirked and replied, "Yes?"

"I'm sorry, am I... bothering you?"

I was being obviously sarcastic.

"Well," he said tilting his head to the side, "just a little. But I'm okay."

He turned around and began brushing his teeth. I wasn't going to budge, and neither was he, so I just put my t-shirt on and on my way out, threw a towel at him. He smiled slightly as if to say sarcastically,"haha". I smirked and put away my clothes, then turned on the lamp, turning off the main light. opened the door and called out, "Night, Ziva."

She returned the gesture and I shut the door, climbing into the bed. I pulled out my ponytail and let my curls tumble down, feeling all the tightness go away. I laid down and Tony came out soon, laying down on the floor next to the bed. I turned on my side so I could see him. I focused on his face so my eyes wouldn't wander to his abs and bare chest. He looked up at me and we were both silent for a moment. I broke the silence by chuckling lightly.

"What?"

I replied, "This hotel just reminds me of when my dad took me on trips when I was younger. We would stay in and order breakfast, then go and explore the area we stayed in. Those were the good times."

Tony smiled, sincerely, which proved that under the silly, macho facade, there was a caring guy in there. He looked down and hesitated before saying, "My dad, was a good man. I remember, in that hospital room before he... died, he still managed to smile."

He looked up and I saw his eyes were slightly watery. He kept smiling but his bottom lip trembled slightly. I knew how much he cared for his dad. A single tear escaped his eye, so I reached out and wiped it away with my thumb. He looked at me and I saw hope in his eyes. I looked away and turned out the light beore I did something I would regret. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

"Daddy, why are you doing this?"
Peter Swan pulled down Bella's nightgown and tucked her in.
"I love you swetheart, don't you forget it."
"I won't Daddy," she replied, falling asleep.

I sat up, gasping and let go. I let the tears pour down my cheeks and I let out a sob. I covered my face and cried, remembering what my father had done to me. Immediately I felt warm, strong arms wrap around me. I jumped and yelped.

"Shh," I heard Tony say. I turned around and saw Tony sitting next to me, holding me. I laid my head on his shoulder and stifled my sobs, stopping the hiccups. He hesitated, then stroked my hair. I shivered and pulled away, suddenly shameful.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, embarrassed.

"It's fine," he replied softly, "what's wrong?"

I thought it through. Should I tell him? I shouldn't, he wouldn't care. Besides, this wasn't supposed to happen. NCIS was about solving cases, stopping bad guys. Not crying about childhood problems.

"Please?"

That one word changed my mind.

"My dad," I started, still shaky, "he raped me when I was younger."

I felt Tony freeze and whisper, "That son of a..."

"No," I said, "he loved me. He really did. He just... had issues. But it scared me, having two different daddys in one guy."

Tony kissed my cheek gently and I flushed in pleasure and glanced at the clock. It was 5:07 A.M., an hour earlier than we had to wake up. I got up and opened the curtains slowly, taking in the sunshine.

"Oww! It burns," Tony said. Just like that, silly Tony was back. But I didn't mind. I had reached that part of him no one else could reach. That alone gave me the hope I needed.

Tony's P.O.V.

I'd never told anyone that. Except Gibbs, no one knew about my father. I felt stupid, but she understood. She knew what I was going through, and she understood. I'd never really been this... deep with anyone. Except for Jeanne, I never loved anyone this deeply. The way she listened, watching me with her soulful brown eyes, made me see that part of me hardly anyone saw.

"Wow," Ziva stated as Bella made coffee, "you got Tony to wake up. It's a miracle."

Bella laughed and looked at me, as if to say, "your secret's safe with me".

"It took a lot of convincing," she said, "and of course, opening the curtains."

Even I chuckled at that. I was wearing a v-neck cashmere shirt the color of Bella's eyes, and some jeans. Ziva was wearing a nice green tank top with a jacket over it, and Bella wore a tight black longsleeve shirt with a scoop neck, which caused me to hold my arms tightly to my sides so I wouldn't touch her. We drank some coffee quickly and went to get Gina. We all grabbed our bags and went to her room.

"So," Ziva said on our way down the hall, "the body is going to be brought back to headqaurters, since it has been examined and all apparent evidence has been collected. Ducky will check it out."

I nodded and Gina came out, with her bags and followed us to the check out desk.

*3 hours later*

Bella's P.O.V.

"Bella, if I may ask, are you and... Tony dating?"

I blushed at Gina's question.

"Well, I don't think so," I lied.

She nodded and said, "Didn't you have to share a bed, with only one room?"

I shook my head vehemently.

"I took the bed, he got the floor," I replied.

She took this information in and Tony said from my left, "You wished I was in the bed though, didn't you?"

I just laughed and said, "No, actually, it's impossible to sleep with your snoring."

"Haha," he replied sarcastically. Ziva was across the aisle and she laughed too. The blonde stewardess came by with drinks but we refused. Us agents glanced around the plane and looked for any suspicious people. Some guy in earphones looked a little jumpy, and I told Tony. He nodded and kept looking, but we didn't see anything else. I didn't feel right, so I made sure to watch every moment anyone made. This would be one long flight.