A/N: This was majorly fun to write. Like majorly.

Tony took a seat across from Ziva after smacking the power button on the elevator panel off.

"I'm not in the mood Tony." Ziva sighed. He raised his eyebrows.

"For...what?" he asked with a devilish grin. She rolled her eyes and scowled at him.

"You know what I meant. I mean I don't want to hear it."

"I know. So I'm just gun-ah sit here." he tilted his head sideways and squinted at her. After a moment she made an impatient noise.

"What?" she demanded.

"I'm just copying your face."

"Tony..." she said tiredly.

"I know. I get it."

"You do not."

"You think I like it that some creep out there seems to know every detail of my personal and public life?" Ziva didn't answer. "It happened to all of us Zi, and if that gets out there..." he trailed off.

"It will not."

"You don't know that."

"Since when are you a negative person?"

"I'm not being negative I'm being realistic." She stared at him for a long time.

"I have never felt….so vulnerable…as I have tonight." She whispered quietly. "I feel like there is nowhere safe most of the time anyways, and now….now with this…" she shuddered "it is…mind bottling…"

"Boggling."

"Huh?"

"Nevermind." Ziva was quiet again.

"She was very beautiful." She said after a moment.

"Who?"

"Jeanne."

"Oh…yeah. She was."

"You miss her."

"Not as much as I did." He gave Ziva a weak smile. She nodded. "You don't have to worry about not being safe." Ziva snorted. "You have Gibbs, Probie…you have me."

"Oh yes. I am in such capable hands." She said sarcastically and then bit her lip which had begun shaking. "I hate this" she whimpered

suddenly and put her face on her knees. Out of no where Tony grabbed her face and forced her to look into his emerald eyes. Her own brown doe-like pair were brimming with tears, which startled Tony.

"You. Are. Going. To. Be. Fine." He spoke slowly and carefully. "We. Are going to be fine."

"You don't know that."

"Of course I know that. I know everything."

"Do you know what I-" she stopped. "forget it."

"Tell me."

"You do not know what it is like to be alone in this world. Nobody. No siblings, parents, husband, children…" she inhaled a shaky breath.

"Yeah I do. You think I have any of that?" She considered his words.

"You have plenty of girl friends and one night stands, yes?"

"Not since Jeanne."

"Really?"

"Well, it is not something I am used to. Figurative silence." He gave her a quizzical look. "What, did I say it wrong?"

"No, that was just….poetic." Her eyes burst with fresh tears as she thought of the video.

"This job is all I have." She said calmly, her tone contrasting with the tears running freely down her cheeks.

"I know." He whispered. He suddenly pulled Ziva into his strong arms, her face crushing against his chest. Her shoulders began shaking as he felt her relax. "Never, never gonna give you up, Im never, ever gonna stop… Not the way I feel about you Girl, I just cant live without you...I'm never, ever gonna quit Cause quittin just aint my stick I'm gonna stay right here with you… Do all the things you want me to" Tony half sang half talked. Ziva giggle/sniffled.

"That's…how do you say it…"getting it on" music, yes?"

"Barry White, the music of Love…"

"You love me Tony?"

A/N: oh my God, I am just so cruel. To stop it here. Oh my GOD! Thanks to Mr. Barry White. That song is actually, like, really awkward at the beginning. But the lyrics are sweet. (Never, Never Gonna Give You Up.) Ohkay, REVIEW. It will make me eternally happy.

oh and if anybody got the tiny movie reference in there, lemme know.