The doorbell rang, and Ziva slowly stood up, stretching a little before going to the apartment door. She undid the latch and chuckled as the delivery man did a double take.

'Er, pizza for Tony?'

'Yes, thank you. Here you go.'

She handed over the money and accepted the pizza box from him, returning the lounge and putting it on the coffee table. She threw Tony a questioning look, to which he nodded, so she went to the fridge to grab a couple of beers; despite her partner's bad leg the evening was going just as their normal movie nights did. When she came back she tutted at him and got him to shift up towards the end of the sofa. She settled herself next to him, beer close to hand, feet tucked under her, and a slice of pizza in her hand.

'So, how is your knee Tony?'

'A lot better before you sat next to me.'

'You do not need that much room on the sofa, there is perfectly good space in front of you to spread out in.'

'Yeah, true, but it's not the same…'

'Do not be so fussy. Now, what movie do you want to watch?'

'Um… There should already be one in the player, if you just grab the controls; it's one of the Indiana Jones movies I think.'

'One of the what?'

''You are kidding, right? Indiana Jones, the professor-come-adventurer? Only the coolest character in the cinematic industry during our childhood years!'

'You forget one thing Tony, my father is the director of Mossad. While there was some relaxation time for me, I had training to complete, goals to reach, and a job to prepare for…'

'I could never forget that Zee, never.'

'Sorry, I did not mean to put a sinker on the evening.'

'You mean downer, you put downers on things. And you didn't, I get to introduce you to one of the best trilogies made during its time. Of course, this is ignoring the release of the fourth film coupl'a years ago… It's better that way. The original three were and still are the best. If you like them that much then I guess we could watch the fourth as well, but I warn you – it's not of the same calibre.'

'Let us just watch the first one Tony, yes?'

'Sure, sure.'

She pressed the 'play' button, and settled back to enjoy the movie. Ziva was a little dubious after Tony's enigmatic description of it, but relaxed into the back of the sofa anyway, enjoying the pizza and beer.

She was not sure quite how it happened, but she jerked awake as there was a loud crash from the TV; she opened her eyes in time to see some ethereal flame emerging from a box and ghoulish figures in uniform collapsing on a hill. Clearly the day had taken more of a toll on her than she had thought; either that or it was lugging Tony up the stairs and through his apartment. Whichever it was, she had somehow managed to curl herself up into Tony's side during the movie, his arm had loosely slung itself around her waist and thanks to her sudden movement, she had no time to move back before he too woke up.

Almost as if he had read her mind, he stretched a little, moving as he slowly surfaced to the world of consciousness. His arm tightened around her body, drawing her even closer to him, to his beating heart, to his warm body. She could tell the exact moment that he became aware of what was happening because his arm froze and a gap appeared between his arm and her body.

'Ziva, I… I don't know what happened. I meant nothing by it, I–'

'I doubt it was just your doing Tony. Besides, we were both asleep, and both responsible adults; anyway, it is not as though anything really happened.'

'Fair point. I guess we'll have to watch the films another time, perhaps tonight wasn't the best idea.'

'I would enjoy that. However, I should really get back to my apartment and get some sleep, we do have work tomorrow after all.'

'Stay here, it's too late for you to drive back across town, and it'll be quick to put some clean sheets on my bed for you.'

'There is no way that I am taking the bed while you, the one with the injury, sleep on the sofa. I shall take the sofa.'

'No, you won't. You can take the bed, I'm fine with the sofa – you have no idea how many nights I've slept here when there hasn't been anyone to take the bed anyway.'

'I feel this is just like in Paris. I am sure we can share the bed without anything happening. We did it before, so we can again.'

There was a pause as Tony sat, thinking this over, before he turned to properly face Ziva. Her chocolate eyes connected with his green ones, and she could see such a mix of emotions in his eyes that it was hard to determine what they all were.

'Zee, what if I don't want it to be like Paris, with nothing behind it?'

'I… I think that is what I want too.'

Slowly, they leant towards each other, their lips meeting in a gentle, but searing kiss. Before they could get too into the kiss, Ziva pulled back and she took Tony's hand in hers.

'Come, let us go to bed.'

Together, they limped along the hallway, ready to start a new day, and a new future. Together.


A/N: Well that's it from me for the moment guys, hope the last chapter wasn't too bad for you! Please let me know what you think - without feedback it's hard to know how to improve!

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