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Tony's mouth opened and closed like a fish struggling to breath on a dock. Ziva, on the other hand was much more composed. It wasn't hard to beat. She sat there, barely moving.

"You what?" Tony's fork fell to his plate shattering the silence that had spread.

"I thought it might be, er interesting to see your work. Break the boring circle of your apartment." Crispin leaned back in his chair, flipping his hair in an arrogant manner. Tony felt his anger building. This, dare he say man, bursts into his home, orders people around, and hits on his 'girlfriend' and then asks more? Ziva saw Tony's pupils dilate and quickly covered his hand with her own on the table. Tony immediately felt himself start to relax.

"We're in the middle of a case." Blunt. Ziva started to stroke the back of his hand, rewarding him for not kicking his cousin's rich ass.

"I wouldn't make trouble," Crispin knew he was pushing buttons. Seeing how far he could go before he got smacked. He wasn't far.

"It's not a good time, maybe later in the week." Ziva took over and Tony squeezed her hand, thanking her.

"Hmm...Pity well I suppose a later date would be fine." Ziva plastered a fake smile on her face and nodded. Crispin, a smug smile still outlining his features, started eating one more time and gradually so did Tony and Ziva. Minutes of silence ticked by. Finally Tony stood picking up his empty plate along with Ziva and Crispin's. Ziva followed his lead and started to help with the dishes. She walked into the kitchen to find Tony repeatedly banging his head on one of the cupboards. Ziva walked up behind him, placing one hand on his back she began to gently rub reassuring patterns. Tony turned to look into her eyes and immediately felt himself melt. Her chocolate brown eyes were staring at him with a look he had never seen on her before. Hell, he'd never seen it in any woman's eyes. He felt his pulse quicken and hoped she didn't notice.

"Tony. Tony. Tony!" Tony blinked a few times before he realized what had pulled him out of his day dream.

"Shit!" As Tony had started to day dream he had left the faucet on and gradually it had started to over flow. Ziva realized it only a second after it happened but the damage had already been done. The front of Tony's pant had already been soaked, giving the appearance he had wet himself. Sighing, Tony placed the remaining dishes into the warm allowing them to soak in the already full sink. Crispin rounded the corner clutching a now empty beer bottle. The already smug smirk he had on his face grew when he noticed Tony's pants.

"Am I interrupting something?" Ziva wanted to throttle him. Tony placed his hand on her shoulders when he felt her start to take a step forward. If anyone was going to kill his cousin, it would be him. Although, watching Ziva do it wouldn't be bad either.

"I'm going to take a shower." Tony started to walk towards the bathroom but immediately felt like he had said the wrong thing.

"Yeah looks like you need a nice cold one." Tony's nostrils flared, and he looked downright scary. Crispin's arrogant look faltered momentarily as Tony stared him down. Crispin merely shrugged his shoulders, placed his bottle on the counter and went back to the living room. Tony released the breath that had been held in his lungs. Ziva was still a few steps behind him when he turned around. His face fell. His green eyes looked tired, and lacked their usual spark. Ziva found herself missing it probably more than she should.

"Go, take a shower. You could use it." Tony glanced up at her appreciatively. "Oh, Tony would you mind if I read my book in your room, just so I don't have a possible run in with-" Tony nodded mid-sentence. She returned his appreciative smile and followed him down the hallway. The bathroom was across from his bedroom. Tony winked at her before closing the door to his bathroom. Ziva continued to stare at the door for a few moments. I have gotten in way deeper than I thought...She thought to herself as she walked into his room, gently closing the door over as she did. She walked to his closet, removing the duffle bag she had left there the day before. She pulled out her latest novel and started back towards the bed. Glancing up she caught something out of the corner of her eye. What do we have here? She walked up to the dresser. There were numerous pictures framed sitting on it. A picture of young Tony and his father sat on the far end. On the end opposite to it was the entire NCIS team at Tony's last birthday. It was framed in a metal frame with the title Family engraved on it. Ziva smiled to herself as she remembered the day. She smirked as she noticed a few pictures unframed propped up against the frame. She couldn't believe Tony had kept the pictures from when they were in L.A. Still smiling she glanced at the picture in the middle and her breath caught in her throat. The middle picture frame held a picture of them. Just her and Tony. It was summer. They were presumably at a crime scene, but seemed relaxed. They were sitting under a tree, not inches away from each other. They were looking at each other, having one of their little staring matches. This picture was framed.

DAMN IT! Tony said to himself as he realized he hadn't brought any clothes with him to the bathroom. His pants were still wet and he wasn't wearing those after that little fiasco. Sighing, he tightened the wrapped towel around his waist. He inched the door open, checking the hall. Breathing a sigh of relief he pushed open his bedroom door. He jumped back before he realized it was only Ziva. She had fallen asleep, tucked into his bed. She had already changed into her pajamas and looked genuinely comfortable. Grabbing his own pajamas he walked back to the bathroom, changed and brushed his teeth. Walking back to his bedroom he found another problem. Sleeping arrangements. He was just about to turn when he heard Ziva start to stir. She sat up from his bed, momentarily confused until she remembered where she was.

"Sorry, Tony" She started to get up before he stopped her.

"No don't get up I'll be the gentleman and sleep on the floor, hey toss me a pillow."

"No, Tony it's fine we can share the bed." Tony gulped. She could. No guarantee he could.

"Uh, are you sure?"

"Yes, it's fine I mean, it's big enough." Tony nodded and climbed into the other side of the bed. He flicked off his light and Ziva did the same. Tony turned his head to look at her. She had her back to him, but her dark hair was splayed out on the white pillow case. Tony thought it was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. He resisted the urge to stroke her hair. Sighing her rolled so his back was to her.

"Good night Tony."

"Good night Ziva."

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