Here is another chapter. Shorter than the last, but posted much much faster. Enjoy!

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The night gave Tony so much time to think, about everything. But his mind kept drifting back to Ziva.

He thought of all the moments they had, from meeting, finding her in Somalia, their movie nights, to their time undercover as Jean Paul and Sophie.

He remembered the surprise, and joy, her felt when the bag was pulled off the woman's head to reveal Ziva. Ziva was alive.

Tony clearly heard the words he said. "Just couldn't live without you, I guesss."

He remembered getting t bring her home. They spent so long searching for bot her, but vengeance, thinking she was dead. They saved her from what would surely have been the end of her.

Thinking back further, he saw Ziva in the green dress she wore the first night she took on the name Sophie. He saw it fall to the floor from his own doing, revealing her beautiful body. She was wearing a similar dress now, and he repeatedly caught himself imagining tearing it off of her.

Tony's hands itched to get on her, to explore her body, to caress her. He wanted to feel that velvety ski under his hands, and his mouth. His lips wanted to kiss every inch of her. His tounge wanted to taste her.

But he couldn't. Ziva was just his partner; she had made that clear oh-so-many times. And there was rule twelve. Yes, Abby had said Gibbs wanted it. But what did she know?

Tony nearly sighed aloud. But he didn't. He couldn't have anybody finding out what he was thinking about.

Amazingly, he wanted the beauty for more than just her body. He actually wanted her. Tony DiNozzo, one of the biggest playboys of them all, didn't want this hot woman for the sex. And this was a woman that could evn make cargo pants and army boots look hot.

He was surprised at the feelings deep inside him. But her liked them.

Tony finally felt like he wasn't thinking with his other head.

A laugh caught his attention yet again. What he saw didn't please him. A man was gesturing toward Ziva's boobs, showing Tony had missed a huge part of the conversation.

The burning jealousy swept through him again, making him want to rip somebody's head off.

Instead, he thought calming thoughts. Which, he found out, mostly centered around Ziva.

Maybe he really did love her.