Warning: Sexual Themes…Reader Discretion Is Advised.

Ziva stood looking down, her fist clenched tightly. She opened her fingers as the blood started to rush back into them. Inside was a key.

She lifted her head slightly, looking at a doorknob, but her eyes kept rising seeing a deadbolt lock; she slid the key into the lock's slot and slowly started to turn it. It unlocks as her other hand turns the doorknob and the door opened.

She breathed in deeply as she stepped inside, her eyes closed; she reaches to the side, flipping a light switch. The ringing in her ears gone, replaced with a soft clicking noise, she opened her eyes and looked up at a ceiling fan above her, her hearing starting to return.

She stood in Tony's apartment, for the first time without him. It was a little strange for her, she hesitated, taking tiny steps at first…"Oh, screw it."…She said, moving through the apartment, making a beeline for the bedroom as quickly as she could.

She pushed open the door and in one motion, laughing and jumping on the bed, bouncing from her stomach to her side, then to her back. She looked straight up, her hair in her face; she blew out, trying to get the hair out of her mouth.

She brushed her hair out of her face…"Wow, he has a nice bed."….She grinned, shaking her head, grinding her body into it, she reached back, grabbing a pillow; she brought it to her head, laying it on her face, breathing in. She sets the pillows on her chest, hugging it, letting it all soak in. She then places the pillow behind her head, grinding her head and now messy hair firmly into it, trying to get comfortable.

"Good bed…bad pillows."…Ziva declared as she lifted her legs to her chest and rocked back on her shoulder and sprung forward towards the end of the bed, landing on her feet…"Now, where do you keep your…"…She said, stepping towards his closet, she pulls the doors apart, pulling a chain that hung down in the middle of his closet, illuminating the area.

Tony's clothes hung neatly. She turned a hanger, looking at a black suit in his closet, she removed the jacket from the hanger and took a peek at the tag…"Ermenegildo Zegna."…She said with a smile, wrapping it around her shoulders.

She started to look through his ties to see the best match. She slowly started to pull on a red silk tie, letting its smoothness do most of the work as it slid off a hanger. She raised the wide end to her face, rubbing it against it cheek. She sighed softly, wrapping the tie around her neck.

She knelt looking at his many pairs of shoes… "He has more shoes than me!"…She exclaimed, lifting one of his shoes up, letting out a smirk…"You know what they say about guys with big feet, yes?"…She chuckled, jokingly asking herself, then returning the shoe.

She sat back on her heels staring into the closet…"What would make you feel like home, hmm?"…She lowered her head thinking…"Movies!"

She rose to her feet and headed towards the door, her fingertips slid along the top of his dresser. She stops, opening the top drawer, she pulls a photo album out, opening it.

She smiled at the photos of toddler Tony, dressed as a sailor, she moved a hand to her face, covering it as she softly chuckled…"He was not lying."…She lets out a hearty laugh, not being able to control it anymore.

She closes the book and places it back in the drawer, she opens the drawer under it, pulling out a gray sweat shirt. She unfolds it, lifting it up to her neck…"The Ohio State University."…She read, looking down at the front of the hoodied sweat shirt.

She took a sniff, she smiled as she smelled it. She flings it over her shoulder and steps out of bedroom door, heading back towards the living room, only to stop, the door to the bathroom was open, she turned, walking towards it. A smell was attracting her to it, she loved that smell.

She slid through the door, she stood in front of the shower, she opened the door, walking inside, her fingers slid up a plain white bottle. She lifted it to her nose smelling it, it was him, his smell.

She rotates the bottle, letting out a chuckle…"Aww, poor Tony…Rogaine? Tsk, tsk…for the balding spot on top, yes?"…She teased him, eventhough he wasn't there. She stopped, placing it back…she then rotated it back, so the label was pointing towards the wall…"It will be our secret."…She whispered.

She moved to the living room, opening a large cabinet, hundreds of DVDs were stacked neatly in alphabetical order inside. She ran her finger along cases…"Hmmm."

The front door started to open. She quickly turned, her Sig pointed at the door as Gibbs stepped inside, he raised his hands…"It's me!"…He yelled, seeing it was Ziva.

Ziva lowered her gun, she turned back towards the cabinet.

Gibbs walks up next to her…"What are you doing here?"…He lifted the left arm of Tony's suit into the air, looking confused.

Ziva turned, looking at him, she shrugged, looking back at the DVDs..."Does Tony have a duffel bag?"

Gibbs scanned the room, seeing a backpack…he retrieve it, handing it to Ziva.

"Toda."…She placed several DVDs into the backpack.

"Why on earth does anyone need so many movies?"…Gibbs asked, squinting his eyes, looking at all the cases.

"Why do you build a boat in your basement?"

Gibbs started to speak, but stopped, he knew she was right, they all had their hobbies and/or vices.

Ziva turned to Gibbs…"Any news on Kort?"

Gibbs lowered his head, not saying a word.

Abby twirled a dart in between her fingers, then launches it as hard as she can.

"Abby, what are you doing?"…McGee questioned, sitting at Abby's desk.

A picture of Trent Kort's face is hit with a second dart then a third…Abby angrily moved to it, yanking them out and stepping back, she turns looking at McGee as she started tossing them again.

McGee stood, looking at the dart board, every dart hit Kort's face…"Where did you learn to do that?"

"Tony..."...She sighed, moving back to the board and starts pulling a dart out…"Anything, McGee?"

"Sorry, Abby…it's been close to three weeks and I haven't found anything."

"He can't just have disappeared, McGee!"

"I've tried everything…even MI5!"

"Hug me, Tim."

"What?"

"I said hug me!"…She turned to him, raising her voice, holding out her arms.

McGee moved to Abby quickly, hugging her…"I'm sorry, Abby."

"Don't be…Gibbs will find him…"…She lays her head on McGee's shoulder…"And kill him."

Ziva stepped off the elevator wearing Tony's backpack and his Ohio State hoodie, holding a pizza box in front of her, the arms of the sweat shirt were pushed up past her elbows. Her hair pulled back into a pony tail.

She makes the journey down the long hallway, the same way she has for the past three weeks, she hated this room, but at the same time, loved it.

"Tony."…She spoke, walking through the door, she stopped, setting the pizza on the table, she grabs the curtain and pulls back on it…"Tony!"…She said excited…"Are you in the bathroom?"…She smiled moving towards the bathroom, quickly opening the door, but he wasn't in there, she turned back, moving into the hall…"Tony?!"…She became panicked.

An older nurse hurries next to her…"Are you okay, Miss?"

"Where is he?!"…Ziva placed her hands on the woman's upper arms.

"Who?"

"Tony DiNozzo."

"Oh…they moved him, sweetie."

Ziva tilted her head…"Where?"

"The fourth floor."…She smiled…"Room 408."

Ziva took a step towards the elevator, but stopped, moving back into the room, grabbing the pizza and ran towards the elevator.

The nurse lifted her hand…"You're not supposed…"…She stopped, letting our a smile as Ziva disappeared into the elevator.

Ziva stood in front of room 408, she turned her back to it, pushing against the door with her back, easing it open. She slid off the door, seeing Tony lying on his back, which made her smile.

"Tony!"…She cheered out in joy, rushing over to his bedside. His eyes were closed, the tubes were missing, she placed her hand on his chest and felt him breathing on his own, she closed her eyes as tears started to form, but she stopped, fighting back the tears…"No more tears….OH, I got you pizza!"…She sat the pizza on the rollable table, she moved her hand to his face, rubbing along the scar that now adorned it…"Your favorite, pepperoni and sausage and I had them put bacon on, you love bacon!"…She was so happy, she babbled.

She stood there for what seemed like hours, but was merely minutes, waiting for him to wake, but he didn't…."Please, Tony."…She leaned over him, kissing his cheek…"Listen to me now, okay?"…She ran her hand along the top of his hair…"It will grow back."…She sniffled, trying not to laugh.

She takes his left hand in hers, holding it tightly as she sat next to the bed, her right hand still caressing his hair and cheek…"I brought movies, too…"…She tries to left go of his hand, but he squeezes it…"Tony?"…She stood, looking down at him…"Squeeze my hand again…PLEASE."…She begged.

"He's heavily sedated, Miss…"…A woman spoke.

Ziva turned, seeing Dr. Hennig…"He squeezed my hand."

Dr. Hennig moved to his opposite side…"Probably just a muscular reflex…he'll be out at least 6 more hours, if he wakes up."

Ziva looked up at the woman…"If?"...Ziva started to get angry.

"Not my call…his father had the tubes pulled."

"H-his father?"…Ziva asked.

"Yes, he has power of attorney over him."

"Where is he? I would like to speak to him."

Dr. Hennig lets out a small sigh…"I haven't seen him, just a courier who delivered the papers."

A tear escapes from Ziva's eye and slowly starts to crawl down her face…"He will be fine, he is strong…do you hear me, Tony?"…Ziva nodded towards him, the back of her fingers still caressing the side of his face.

Later that day…

Ziva still held Tony's hand firmly as the credits roll on the small portable DVD player that sat on the table in front of Tony.

"I love Stifler."…She laughs, it quickly fades away as she looked at Tony's face…"I love you more, though."…She started to caress his face again.

She sighs…"You know, there are some things I wish I could have told you. Like, like…I love your voice, especially your laugh, I love your laugh and your smile, it makes me melt inside."…She swallows hard…"An-and every night before I go to sleep, I wish you were there…with me."…She wipes tears from her eyes.

She opens the pizza box, lifting a slice from the box…she holds the slice under his nose…"Smells good, yes?"…She smiled, which quickly turns to a frown after he doesn't wake up…"What do I have to do to wake you up?!"…She started to yell, she tosses the piece of pizza into the box, pushing the table away in disgust, turning away.

She grunted as she turned back, but stopped suddenly, she cocked her head to side looking at him oddly. She lets out a grin, she closed her eyes….

….and remembers being at the movie theater with Tony to see, "The Bucket List." and how Tony teased her as they walked out of the theater.

"You know the three things you never, ever do, Zee-vah?"…Tony asked, impersonating Jack Nicholson… "1. Never pass up a restroom. 2. Never waste an erection…"

Ziva opened her eyes, still grinning from ear to ear…"That DEFINITELY is not a knee."….She chuckled, looking back at the door as she slowly started to unbutton her pants. She unzips her pants, letting them drop to the floor below. She lifts the bedding and carefully slides on top of him, straddling his waist.

She looks down at him, her palms on his face…"What am I doing?"…Bringing her hands to her face, covering it, embarrassed.

Having second thoughts, she starts to move off of him. She backs up, but suddenly stops, letting out a gasp…"Uh…I think you are…umm…yes…yes…but, why can I not stop?"…She said as she leaned down, softly touching his lips with hers.

She quickened her pace on him, she stops, sitting up…"This is wrong, yes?"…She asked…"Tony?"

With no response, she continued on, making love to him. She shut off the outside world, nothing was stopping her from finally getting what she desired more than anything in this world.

"Uh, Z-Ziva?"

Ziva stops, panting rapidly…her heart skips a beat, quickly kisses him on the lips…"TONY!"…She gasped, still moving on him.

He moves his hands to her arms, holding her still…"Wh-what are you doing?"

Ziva slowly sat up…"You?"…She bit her lower lip, hoping that was the right answer.

"Heh."

He started to sit up, but she pushes down on his chest…"Stay."

"Why?"

She leans back down, kissing him…"I am not finished."…She grinned.

"Am I dreaming? How did I get here? Why are we having sex?"…He spoke in a scratchy voice.

"Uh, would you believe…an accident?"

"What?"

"See, you were pinching a tent, yes? Wait, is that right?"…She sat up, shaking her head, looking off to the left trying to think.

He moves his hands up, turning her face back towards him…"And?"

"And you were in a coma and well, remember when you said, never waste an erection? Well…I am not wasting it, yes?"…She kissed him again.

"Huh?"

"Oh, shut up and just lay there."

Tony sat up, their eyes met…his hands shaking as they supported himself on the railing.

"I thought I told you to stay."…She softly wrapped her arms around his neck, easing some of pressure off of him.

"I can't."…He replied.

"And why not?"

"How else am I supposed to kiss you?"…He tilted his head, kissing her on the lips.

She closes her eyes, letting out a soft moan, he finally kissed her for real, she smiled sweetly as she opened her eyes and let go of his neck, reaching back. She lifts the bedding over their heads and started to giggle.

"Hey, is that my hoodie?"

Ziva laughs.

Ziva slid out of bed, tugging at her pants as she squatted over them…she stood, buttoning them, she looked back at Tony, his eyes closed. She leans over him, pressing her lips against his.

She starts to pull away when he grabs her arm…"Where are you going?"

"Nowhere…go back to sleep."…She whispered.

"What? One of my ears is still ringing."

"I have to pee, okay?!"…She raised her voice.

"Heh. Okay. Although, I might not be here when you get back."

Ziva tilted her head…"What? Why?"

He motions her over with his left hand, she leans back into him…"Don't you know, I'm terrible at his commitment thing."

Ziva lifts his left hand and starts to kiss the back of his hand, metallic clinking makes him turn his head, seeing his hand cuffed to the railing.

He looked up at her face, she grinning…"You are mine now."...She laughed, she walked backwards towards the bathroom, finally disappearing inside, she closes the door.

Tony grunted as he sat back up, there was blood on the sheets below him, he looked down at his left hand and tugged slightly at it. The toilet flushes and he groans louder as he lied back down.

The door opened, Ziva rushed back out smiling.

"Heh. Good pee?"…Tony said with a smile.

Ziva moved over to the table, lifting a slice of pizza to her mouth, taking a bite…"Want some?"…She offered, moving to him.

"Pepperoni, sausage and bacon?"…He looked at her oddly, shaking his head…"What next, Eric Cartman is your favorite character on South Park?"

"The fat one, yes?"…She said, still gnawing on her pizza, nodding.

"I hate to tell you this, Zee-vah…but you are the worst Jew ever."

"Good thing for you then…you aren't exactly kosher, Tony."…She smirked.

"Heh."…Tony lied back, closing his eyes.

Ziva quickly straddles again, holding the pizza in her mouth, she leans down…"Open up."…She mumbled.

He opened his eyes, taking the piece of pizza from her mouth with his hand…"What are you doing? I'm not a bird, Zee-vah."

"Does that mean, I can not have your snake?"

"Worm, not snake, Ziva."

"No."…She kisses him softly on the lips…"It was definitely bigger than a worm."…She grinned.

The door opens, making Ziva turn her head.

"Uh, sorry."…A nurse spoke…"You have a call, Officer David."

Ziva hops off the bed and moves out the door.

She stood in front of the nurses's station, lifting the phone to her ear…"Officer David."…She closed her eyes and listened, she pulls the phone away from her ear, handing back to one of the nurses…"Thank you."

She turned back, sliding along in her socks smiling, she ducked back into the room…"I must…"

"Snake, huh?"…He smiled.

"Yes, a garter snake."…She retorted quickly, sticking her tongue out at him.

"That hurts, Ziva."

Ziva laughs, she sat down, sliding her black boots on, zipping them up in the back.

"Where are you going?"

She stands…"It is on like Donkey Schlong!"

"Kong, not schlong, Zee-vah."…He shook his head…"You watched American Wedding, didn't you?"

"Maybe…which one was that?"

"Um, the one with the wedding?"

"Oh."…She replied laughing…"I must go now, but I will be back, okay?"

"What, no cuddling? Heh."…He added a smile.

Ziva shook her head at him…"You are such a woman."…She chuckled.

Tony smiled at her as she left. As soon as she was out of sight, his face changed to that of great pain.

A nurse walked in as Tony sat up, he sighs deeply realizing he was still handcuffed to the bed, the nurse stopped, looking at him confused.

"You don't wanna know…do you know where my wallet is? I have to call someone."

Ziva walked down a flight of stairs that opened up into a large darkened basement. A dim light lit up a room in the back left-hand corner of the enclosure.

The heels of her boots echoed throughout…she stopped in front of the door as a older man stepped out.

The man kisses her on both cheeks.

Ziva smiled, holding out her Sig. He takes it from her.

He holds out his arm, stopping her from entering the room.

"Your back-up."

Ziva lifts her leg, pressing her foot against the wall. She pulls a revolver from an ankle holster. She holds it out towards the man and he takes it.

"And your knife."

Ziva grunted, pulling her knife from belt, handing it to the man…his arm lowered as Ziva stepped into the room.

He followed her in, a hooded man was on his knees, chained to a wall. Ziva moves over to the man, there was a cloth-covered tray next to him. She lifted it, revealing several sharp instruments, needles and various other torture items.

The man moved to the chained man, yanking off the hood. Trent Kort's mouth was gagged, his eye lids cut away.

Ziva turned, watching the man walk towards the door, leaving Ziva and Kort alone…"Toda, Aba."

Her father nodded as he closed the door behind him.

Moments later, Ziva walks out, Kort was screaming through his gag, the side of his head burned.

She buries her face into his chest…"I can not do this!"

"It is okay, go to him."

She looked up and he nodded…"What of Kort?"

"I will take care of it."

Ziva sniffles…"Todah."

Ziva walked back into Tony's hospital room, just as a man was leaving holding a video camera…she looks back at him…"Tony?"

Tony lifted his left hand, still handcuffed…"Yes, Sweet cheeks?"

She smiled, rushing over, she pulls a key from her pocket, quickly unlocking the handcuff, she starts to put them away.

"Don't, we'll find a better use for them later."…She grins at him…"On second thought, put 'em away."…He laughed, but quickly started to cough.

She placed her hand on his chest…"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just have to clear my lungs."

She starts rubbing his chest, giving it tap every once in awhile.

She slides back into the bed, under the bedding.

"What are you doing?"

"Cuddling."

"Who's the woman now?"

She turns her head, kissing him on the cheek…"You."

"Heh."…Tony started to cough again.

She slides down the bed, wrapping her left arm across his chest, holding onto him firmly…"I love you, Tony."