Ziva slipped through the door, quietly closing it behind her. She turned, walking through the darkened square living room heading towards a dimly lit kitchen. She stepped through the doorway into the kitchen, expecting to see him, but all she found was the brown paper bag, partially opened on the counter..."Tony?"...She called out, just then the shower turned on.

"Yeah?"...He replied, walking up behind her, shirtless..."Make yourself at home, I'm gonna take a shower."

She couldn't help but notice his new physique, his chest firmer and his abdominal muscles, much tighter, her eyes looked him up and down, but quickly back up to his face..."You have been working out, yes?"

"Heh. Maybe."...He smiled, looking at his watch, it was 3:17 a.m...."Jogging a little earlier today, aren't cha?"

She lowered her head..."I needed to clear my head."

"Is that what they're calling it now?"

She raised her head, squinting at him..."What do you mean?"

"I'll be back in a few, there's some Chinese in the bag, if you're hungry."...He replied, making his way back to the bathroom.

She laid her hand on her stomach, grimacing, looking sick..."I wanted to talk to you."

"Talk."...He said, leaving the bathroom door open.

She turned her head, watching steam escape from the bathroom door, she stepped towards the bathroom, but stopped..."I will wait."

"Your call."...He acknowledged

She took another step, but stopped again. She let out a quick groan and walked back into the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator, taking out a bottle of water. She twisted the cap, downing half of it in one gulp. She swung her head back around, looking at the bag again, she shrugged her shoulders, moving over to it. She hadn't eaten, maybe food would help her grumbling stomach. She reached into the bag and started to pull out cartons. She quickly realized he had ordered her favorite, but why?..."Tony?"...She called out.

His response sounded of a man gargling after brushing his teeth.

"What?"...She said, moving towards the bathroom, she stopped just outside the door.

"That's what I said."...He replied.

"What?"

"Exactly."...The water turned off, he stepped out of his shower, moving into her view.

She stepped back, seeing more of him than she probably should've. Sure, she had seen him naked before, but that was when they were undercover..."I think I should go."

He came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still wet..."What did you want to talk about?"

"I really do not feel comfortable talking to you wearing that towel."

"Heh. I can take it off."

"No, no, no, no."...She pleaded, raising her hands in the air in protest, her face turning red as she turned away from him.

"Joke, Ziva. Joke."...He turned around, moving into his bedroom..."You were saying."

She had moved to the door, having turned the door handle half way when he walked out in a set of matching grey Ohio State sweat pants and shirt, drying his hair with the towel. She let go of the door handle, she watched as he moved back into his kitchen, he stepped into the doorway, picking meat out of the carton with his fingers..."I guess you weren't hungry, huh?"...He asked, taking piece into his mouth..."Want a bite?"...He asked, holding out a piece of steak.

She moved over, reaching for the carton, but he pulled it away..."No use getting your hands dirty...open up."...He smiled.

She scoffed and laughed..."I do not know where your fingers have been."

"Chicken."...He clucked like a chicken several times.

She opened her mouth, lunging forward, taking his fingers into her mouth, sucking his fingers clean, she slowly chewed and swallowed, finally licking her lips..."No, it is beef."...She smiled.

He just stood, staring at her lips, craving to kiss her. She stepped past him, grabbing the other carton from the counter, opening it..."Unlike you, I am not a caveman...cavewoman?"...She remarked, taking a set of chop sticks from the bag, she dug into container, pulling out a glop of lo mein noodles, feasting on them..."Now, this is chicken."...She smiled, digging back into the bag, pulling out a bag filled with eggrolls..."Chicken Lo Mein, 2 eggrolls and 4 fortune cookies."

He shook his head, breaking free of his trance..."Huh?"

"You bought my favorite, what I always order, yet...you did not know I was going to be here...why?"...She questioned, taking a large bite out of one of the eggrolls.

He wanted to think that he didn't know why he bought it, but he knew. He went to the restaurant and without thinking, he started ordering and her favorite just came out of his mouth. He even smiled when he ordered it, then he thought to himself, how sad is that? The closest you can get to someone is by ordering food for them when they're not even there, but he didn't take back the order, he gladly paid for it..."Uh...force of habit?"...He answered, gritting his teeth, not knowing what else to say.

She finished off the eggroll, setting the carton down on the counter, grabbing his hand, turning him so they were facing one another..."Tony..."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry about turning off my cell phone again, but I had a date tonight and..."

"And the king is back, yes?"...She asked.

"Heh. You know me."

"Better than you know."...She proclaimed..."Why did you leave so quickly today?"

"What do you mean?"

"When Michael showed up, you left without saying a word."

"Michael?"...He tried to hide his pain, but it was oozing out of every pour of his body..."Uh, magic?"...He nervously laughed.

She rolled her eyes..."Tony..."

"You won't like the answer."

"Try me."

"I had Gibbs in the next-to-get-married poll at..."

"Tony!"

"Fine, maybe I'm a little jealous."

His answer made her want to smile, but she controlled her emotions..."Why?"

"I dunno, lots of things."

"Name one then."

"Sex."

"But I thought you were the king again, yes?"

"Unlike Elvis, I never left, I was just in hibernation."

"That did not answer my question."

"What was the question again?"

She stepped closer to him...."Why were you jealous of me and Michael?"

He sighed..."Can I take the fifth?"

She moved closer..."No."

"You sure?"

She grabbed the carton from his hand, slamming it down hard on the counter, she placed her hands on his chest, pushing him against the refrigerator..."Do not make me ask you again."

"Good, don't."...He smiled.

She smiled back..."Wrong answer."...She grabbed his crotch and started to squeeze. He just looked at her, she squeezed harder, but his facial expression remained the same. She pulled back, letting go..."Why won't you talk to me?!"

"What do you want me to say? Tell me what you want me to say and I'll say it."

"Tell me the truth!"

"You can't handle the truth!"

She rolled her eyes and muttered something in Hebrew under her breath, she stepped away from him..."You are...such a child."

He grabbed her arm..."I had to, you set it up perfectly."

"Why do I l..."...She turned her head, tears streaming down her face..."I hate you!"...She yanked her arm away from his grip and made her way over to the front door, she grabbed the doorknob and started to open the door.

He moved up behind her, slamming the door closed with his palm, she looked up at him. He moved his hands up, cupping her face, wiping away her tears..."I'm sorry."...He leaned down, kissing her. The kind of kiss that makes you weak in the knees, the kind of kiss you lose yourself in. He pulled away, her eyes were closed, her lips trembling..."I love you."...He opened the door.

She opened her eyes, he was slowly backing away. She smiled and took a step towards him.

"But you're not mine, you're spoken for...please...go."