September 27, 2013

"Yes," Ziva says. "Yaniv told me that they were a part of the Brotherhood of Doubt and I had forgotten it. I was a little distracted in Berlin and the name did not tinkle a bell in my memory."

"Ring, Zi," Tony says with a smile. "Did not ring a bell."

"Yes, that is what I meant. But it makes sense now," Ziva says to him.

"You were distracted in Berlin?" Tony asks. "By what?"

"I thought that was obvious," Ziva says feeling relief wash over her as she is reminded that there is less urgency than she is feeling. She thinks back to Berlin and what happened after their eyes were locked in that dance and they returned to the hotel.


April 26, 2013

Ziva flops down on the bed with a sigh. She is distracted to say the least. She was interrupted in her thoughts and her moment of being with only Tony on that dance floor. They had never felt closer.

She feels the bed shift. She turns to look at Tony laying next to her with his head propped up on his hand and staring at her the way he did on the dance floor. A smile crosses her lips. She also turns to her side.

"It's not what we hoped for, but it's something," Tony says to her.

She shakes her head, she cannot think of the current case at the moment. "Tony… on the dance floor…," she begins but cannot finish.

"I know," he says to her and moves a little closer to her.

She moves up a little so they are even on the bed and at each other's eye level. Her eyes flash to his lips. "You are tense," he says quietly with a smile on his face.

She chuckles. His lips are on hers without permission and she moves closer, meeting his body in front of her. Her lips part as their tongues meet in the middle. His hand travels to her back and pull her even closer. His hands begin to explore the body he knows too well and remembers perfectly.

His lips leave hers and trace her jaw-line before getting to her neck. She takes in a sharp breath as he kisses her there and finds her sensitive spot. She lets out a moan but tries to suppress it. She remembers what that sound does to him. He is on top of her now, without either of them realizing it. Her arms around him and exploring his body too, which is still too familiar to her after all the years.

He lifts her dress up and she allows him to lift it off her as his lips kiss down her body. He stops just above her left breast and her breathing has stopped. He looks into her eyes. She nods and he continues with this exploration of her body. He is worshiping her in a way that she's never experienced, and she's also underneath him, allowing him to do as he pleases to her.

His teeth play with her nipple and she moans again. "Tony," she whispers and his eyes find hers again. He can see vulnerability there and he smiles at her and kisses her cheeks and her neck. His hand is at the top edge of her panties. Her hand brushes against his and he knows it's okay. He slowly slides them down her legs, touching every inch of her legs and her breathing becomes very ragged now with a desire that she hasn't felt in a long while.

His hand rests upon her inner thigh and her heart is pounding. His slides his hand upward and her breath catches and he stops. He sees no fear in her eyes so he slides one finger gently inside of her and flicks it a little so that she moans and her back arches of the bed. He is still fully dressed and she rids him slowly of the clothes while he works. Her hands are all over him when she is stopped in her tracks and moans out his name in pure pleasure her muscles clamping down on his fingers. When she comes down from the high his lips find hers again. She can feel the warmth of him, but he moves away.

He kisses her cheek and covers them up. She looks at him curiously. He answers her curiosity by kissing her cheek again. "Not when there is fear in your eyes, sweet cheeks," he whispers to her and her breath catches in her throat again as she is overwhelmed by emotions again and curls into his side. She kisses his neck, where her face is pressed.

"Thank you," she says, still not able to fully comprehend each of his actions and how much he really cares for her. She had never pictured Anthony DiNozzo as the type to be this aware and caring for another and is always taken off-guard when he is. She smiles before they fall asleep together.


September 27, 2013

Ziva glances at the clock. It's three in the morning. She should be sleeping, but she can't, not while there's so much to say. She looks at Tony again and sees the memory on his face and he is smiling at it.

"I guess you were a bit distracted," he chuckles.

"Yes," she says quietly. "But, back to Bodnar. Yaniv told me that they were part of the Brotherhood of Doubt and I only just put the pieces together. Tony they are after me to kill me. They will hunt until they either find me or you all find them. But somehow… I think it goes deeper than just that."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I protected Gibbs. I was your partner. I was suspected of being with you, which I was but we managed to avoid telling," Ziva explains. "You saved me from Somalia and Gibbs shot Saleem. McGee was there also and Abby helped. You were with me when we caught Yaniv. I killed Ilan and you all protected me. I think… I am not sure, but I think…."

"You think we're all in too deep for your disappearance to affect whether they're after us or not?" Tony asks her with the same realization that she is coming to now.

She nods, tears filling her eyes again. "I am sorry, Tony," she says.

"Don't be," he answers. "You can't choose your family or what they choose to do. You can only choose those you trust. Ziva, please, come home, so I know your safe. Please! I'm begging you now, but I promised I wouldn't. I promised I would let you make your choices. But, I would feel better if you were here. Please, come home!"