Okay, so everyone was doing their take on what happened in sharing of a bed part, and I have decided to put my bit in on this. This is also a one-shot; it doesn't necessarily follow Chapter 1 directly, so it is being labeled Chapter 4. I had it ready on Friday, but the website kept saying something was wrong with it. Anyway, here goes nothing.
They were both tired, and decided that they could manage to sleep on the bed for one night. After all, they had done more before, and with them so tired, there was no risk of breaking #12. So, after they took separate showers, they decided to climb in bed. "This brings back memories, doesn't it?"
"Mm-hm. Good night Tony."
"Good night, Zee-vah."
Tony woke up, wondering where he was. Then he remembered. He was in Paris, sharing a bed with Ziva for one night. He felt something on his chest and instantly his imagination went into overdrive, imagining things that had only happened once. He looked down to see that during the night, he and Ziva had migrated towards the middle. Sometime during that time, she had laid her head on his chest and fallen into a deep sleep. She could almost be Sleeping Beauty, asleep for one hundred years until her love came and woke her with a kiss. He looked at her more closely, and in the moonlight from the window, he saw she was smiling. She had truly been through horrific things, with losing Michael, going on a mission, being captured and tortured, and then being rescued. It was a wonder she had even survived. Then again, to him, it was impossible to kill Ziva. Ziva dying was equivalent with the end of the world, the end of life as they knew it. It was something that simply was not possible. He looked at her again, kissed her forehead, and then said, "Bonne nuit, mon amour."
Ziva smiled as Tony drifted back to sleep. She had awoken when he kissed her on her forehead, and had caught his words. "Good night, my love." They sounded so lovely, and cherished them even more coming from his mouth, the man who could only keep a woman for maybe a month. He had matured. She wished she could say them back. They might have once told her that she had no fears, but she did. She was scared to death of telling him those words, of letting herself accept that she did love him. For now, his words would have to do, his words of "I couldn't live without you" and "Bonne nuit, mon amour." She promised herself that one day, she would say those words to him. She would do it eventually. Until then, she would just keep his words in close to her heart, reminding herself of how she felt.
"Bonne nuit, mon sauveur. Dors tendrement, sans démons de la peste votre repos."
Fin.
"Good night, my savior. Sleep sweetly, with no demons to plague your rest."
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