Author's Note: So, it seems I've made it a habit to update at like 4am everyday. Is that odd? I think it is. But I guess that's just when my inspiration strikes!

Chapter 4:

Ziva sat silently at her desk in the NCIS squad room. She was aware that most eyes were on her at the moment, but she was doing her best to ignore them. Even Tony had been keeping an eye on her, which, at any other time, she would have said something. Tonight? She just wanted to bang her head on her desk.

"Pack up," Gibbs finally said. "We're all going home for the night," he finally told them all.

Ziva didn't bother to grab her things, or move from her position of staring at her desk. She could tell everyone was walking out, and the only time she glanced up, was when she noticed that someone was standing in front of her desk.

"Ziva," Tony said. He hadn't said anything to her since earlier when her and Gibbs had walked in.

"Yes?" Ziva asked, glancing at Tony.

Tony found it wierd, what he was about to ask her. But he knew it was the right thing to do. "Need a place to crash?"

Ziva simply shrugged. "They do have beds, in the crash room," she told him.

"I meant, would you like to stay at my place," he told her. "Crash beds are like sleeping on nails, Zee-vah."

Ziva smiled. "I've slept on worse, To-nee."

That made Tony grin. "I bet you have," he said with a laugh. "Anyways, get your stuff," he told her.

Ziva raised an eyebrow up at him. "I do not recall having told you that I would go," she said, folding her arms across her chest.

Tony grinned even wider, grabbing Ziva's bag. "What was that? Whose this man walking to the elevator holding all of your stuff?" Tony asked, walking over to the elevators with both his and Ziva's things.

"Hey!" Ziva yelled, standing up and pulling her badge and gun from her desk drawer quickly. "Where do you think you are going with that?!" she asked, running after him. "Tony!"

Gibbs watched them, rolling his eyes before he grinned when the elevator doors closed behind Ziva and Tony. The last thing he saw was Ziva trying to get her bag, because Tony was holding it over his head.

"You know, if Abby saw that, I believe she would say.. 'At least the children are still playing nice..'"

Gibbs glanced over and saw Jen, and he just smiled and shook his head. It was something Abby would say.

"How is she?" Jen asked, sitting down in McGee's chair.

"Taking it.. like Ziva," Gibbs told her with a shrug. "This whole thing is embarrassing to her," he explained. "She's not used to having to depend on other people."

Jen nodded. "Has she talked to you?"

"She has," Gibbs admitted. "I didn't really think she'd say as much as she did."

Jen smiled. "For some reason, it's just easy to open up to you Jethro," Jen said with a glint of amusement. "You know, sometimes, even someone like Ziva needs to talk about things.."

Gibbs chuckled. "You don't have to explain to me that she's a person with feelings too, Jen," he told her. "I've known that since the first time I met her," he explained.

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Ziva followed behind Tony as she walked into his apartment. She glanced around, but she said nothing before she stood against the closed door.

"It's not infected, Zee-vah," Tony told her, turning around to look at her as he put her things down. "You can sit.."

Ziva looked confused for a moment, and then just slightly uncomfortable. "Look.. Tony, I really think I should just stay in the crash room," she told him quietly. "Actually.. I kind of insist you hand me back the only clothes I still have, so that I can sleep in the crash room."

Tony could tell she was uncomfortable, but he wasn't going to let her sleep in the crash room. He'd feel horrible. "Relax Ziva," he said seriously. "I just prefer that you stay with me because I--"

Ziva glanced at him, raising an eyebrow up. "Because you what?" she asked curiously.

"Uh.."

Ziva was staring at him.

"Well.. uh.."

"Tony?" Ziva questioned.

Tony groaned. "Alright.. alright.." he finally muttered out. "I just like it better that you're here, that way I don't have to worry about you," he admitted, running his hand through his hair.

Ziva thought about giving him a sarcastic comment, but if he was giving her a serious answer, then she might as well keep it serious. She walked over to him, tapping her hand lightly on his cheek playfully. "Thank you Tony.."

Tony was confused now. "For what?" he asked.

"For giving me a serious answer," Ziva told him, a small smile on her lips.

Tony blinked. He was confused, and he had to admit to himself, he didn't understand, but he shrugged. "Oh.. well, you're welcome?"

Ziva let a small laugh out. "Well.. if you're going to force me to stay with you, at least let me know where I am sleeping."

"With me."

The look on Ziva's face was almost too priceless for Tony to be serious. "Relax, I'm kidding," he told her. "You're sleeping in the bed, and I'm gonna use the couch."

Ziva smiled mischieviously, leaning up against the wall beside Tony. "Oh.. I see," she said.

"See what?" Tony asked, turning to look at her.

"You do not.. want.. to sleep with me?" she asked him.

Tony was shell-shocked. But he got over it and replaced it with the the same look Ziva had. "Well.. I can't say I never thought about it," he told her, putting his hand next to her face and getting as close to her as he could.

Ziva grinned, putting her face next to his, and her lips a mere inch away from Tony's. "So.. what are you going to do about those.. thoughts?"

Tony couldn't resist, he put his lips to hers.

At first, Ziva was stunned, and the flutter that went through her stomach was something else entirely. She'd never had that feeling before.

Tony was quick to pull away once he'd realized what he'd done. "Uh.. Ziva, I uh.." but that was as far as he got.

Ziva put her hand to the back of his head, and pulled him so that his lips met hers again.

Once they'd started removing each other's clothes, Tony realized he had to make sure Ziva was sure. "Ziva... should we be.."

"No.." she muttered, meeting his lips again.

"But.. are you sure you.."

"Yes.."

Tony shrugged. He wanted to.. and she wanted to. The fact they shouldn't be doing it didn't bother either of them. Hell.. he'd wanted Ziva for a long time.

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Ziva sat down by the window of Tony's bedroom, wearing only his t-shirt. She stared out it, glancing out at the stars. She didn't regret that her and Tony had slept together. She'd wanted to do it, likely since she'd met him. But she'd never actually done taken action on anything like that before.

"You okay?"

Ziva looked at Tony as he sat down in front of her. "I'm alright," she told him.

"Do you re--"

"No.." Ziva said quickly. "No.."

Tony picked up her hand. "Ziva.. everything's going to be just fine.." he told her. "I'm going to be here for you.. and nothing's going to happen to you, I won't let it."

Ziva's eyes softened as she heard Tony's words. She leaned over, kissing him. "Thank you Tony.."

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Well :D there's chapter 4! I really hope you enjoyed it. And the Tiva action. I'm horribly sucky at writing sex scenes, haha. Sorry. Maybe another time though, alright? :)

-Rei