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I am so sorry this is WAAY too late, and i could make up a lot of excuses, but truth is, both Tari and i were busy.. So she has been working like crazy on fixing my horrible grammar/spelling, specially after writing too quick to finish this! So please, bear with me!


"Oh my dear lord!" Tony whined while clenching his right hand to the handle above the door with the left one to the seat. "Are you trying to purposely kill me?" he squeezed his legs to the floor in a attempt to stay in the seat as Ziva roughly slid the car into the other lane and straight in front of the car that had been driving in front of them. The other car's horn was blown as she kept driving fast.

"You are fine, so stop whining like a 3 year old," Ziva complained. And that was how the rest of the ride went on until they, finally, reached their destination. Ziva found her spare-key and unlocked the door to Tony's apartment.
"You have a key to my place, is there anything else I should know about us?" he said as he settled down on the sofa once inside.

"Just one thing," Ziva smiled seductively. Tony licked his lips quickly. "There is no us." Ziva said it abruptly, and went into the kitchen to start making some food. Tony felt disappointment fill his body.

"What are you making?" He asked as he followed after her.

"Just sandwiches." Goosebumps rose on her neck as Tony leaned closer to look over her shoulder. "You plan on helping, or just on making the process harder?" Ziva handed him a tomato and a knife, with an expectant expression.

"Spicy," Tony flirted.

They ate in silence, and Tony could feel himself growing more and more tired as the minutes passed. "How about we move the TV into my bedroom so we can watch a movie?" he suggested after having cleaned up the dishes.

"If you want the TV there, I am certain I can move it by myself," Ziva placed the last dish into the washer. "You should just go lay down in the meantime, you look slightly pale."

He did as she said while she went over to the TV that was standing in the living room. It wasn't big, but from experience she knew they were heavy. She pulled out all the wires before starting to push the wheeled table towards his room.

After getting it over the doorframe, Ziva placed it in such a position that it would be viewable from the bed. She looked around, seeing a clean bedroom with a king size bed in the middle.

"What movie do you want to watch?" Ziva asked a little louder than usual so Tony would hear her from the bathroom.

"Why don't you choose," she heard Tony reply from the entrance. Ziva looked up quickly, scanning him. He wore pajamas-pants and a Baltimore PD-tee.

"I will not watch a movie with you tonight, Tony," she stood up as he lay down on the bed with big eyes. "Why not, Zee-vah," he dragged out her name with an amused look on his face.

"Unlike you I have not slept all day, so I will be headed for bed now," As Ziva said that she left the room, leaving him there on the bed.

She fixed the guest-bed across the hall, before heading into the shower.

After finishing, Ziva went into Tony's bedroom for a final check. Her hair was still slightly damp, and had started to go curly.

"Oh wow! This reminds me of the movie Pretty Woman, with Julia Roberts and Richard Gere, and the year was 1990. Such a classic! When he sees her the next morning with the fiery, long curls instead of the short blond hair. We should watch that movie," Tony suggested sitting up in bed, placing the remote on the nightstand.

Ziva took a deep breath as she remembered them watching the movie one week before the accident. Tony had been amused by her reaction, constantly bringing it up to win one of their discussions.

"Yes, perhaps we could. But now you should get some sleep, and so will I," she smiled lightly, and turned to walk back into the guestroom ignoring his look of disappointment.

Ziva snapped awake to the sound of metal falling to the floor with force. She quickly got up and reached for the glock placed safely under her pillow. Ziva quietly snuck out into the hallway while loading it.

Just as she was about to yell for the person to put their hands up, she felt annoyance rush trough her. In front of her stood Tony picking up smashed eggs and a frying pan off the floor.

"What do you think you are doing?" Ziva dropped the gun at on the table, and rusheding over to help him get the pan.

"I was planning on making us some breakfast, asnd I suddenly started feeling really dizzy," Tony walked carefully over to one of the kitchen chairs.

"If you were hungry, you should have just wokenaked me up! I would have made you some food, Tony!" Ziva washed the uncooked eggs off the floor before finding some new ones in the fridge.

"I don't know, something in my head told me not to put my life in your hands after yesterday's adventures," he smiled wryly.

She gave him a narrowed smile in return before going back to cooking breakfast.

After they finished, Suddenly, Ziva's phone rang, disturbing the silence. She stood up and left the room as she answered the call from their boss.

"David," she said plain answered.

"How's he?" it came from through the other line.

"Nothing has changed since last night, except some dizziness from time to othertime.,"

"But I do not believe he would have admitted it if he was in light pain, knowing Tony like we all do," Ziva stifled a yawn while rubbing her eyes. What time is was it? She thought to herself. Ziva glanced back into the kitchen in time to see the frying pan hit the floor. "Let me call you back, Boss." She hung up and rang into the kitchen.

"Tony! What did you do now!" Ziva placed her phone on the table before approaching him, bending down to his levelhim on the floor.

"You were on the phone, so I thought I would help with the breakfast," Tony answered simply, cleaning up a half-cooked egg.

"Just go sit down, I will fix breakfast like I said I would," she smiled reassuringly.

"I'm sorry," he said once in the chair again.

"Why?" she looked up from the floor and straight into his green eyes that hid a hint of wonder that probably only a trained reader cwould detect.

"Well, I have yYou're stuck here cleaning up, when you could be out in the field," Tony explained.

"Oh, it' is okay, I have watched over kids before during work," Sshe smiled at him, her comment earning a tiny laughter.

Once they finally got the breakfast together and ate it, they got dressed and headed into the office for a quick visit.

"David, I didn't say you were to come in, now did I?," Gibbs stated with a strict glare as Tony and Ziva reached the bullpen. "You two bored or something?"

"Tony didn't feel like spending the day in bed, but rather among people he actually remembers," Ziva sat down in her chair, and noticeding how Tony was staring at her.

"What?" Sshe looked up.

"When did you get her desk?" he asked almost accusingly.


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First off, i'm a bit disappointed with the comments on last chapter, though! I had more readers on that chap, but wayyy less reviews! So please, if you want more, i write faster when i feel encouraged! Thank you :)