So here's the next chapter, it took me a while to post as I couldn't work out where I wanted to take it but now I have done so here you go :D

My eyelids feel heavy and it's becoming a struggle to keep them open. My head falls to the side as I slowly give in to the world of sleep. Originally my head was on Tony's shoulder but he takes my shoulder and gently guides my tired body so that my head is in his lap allowing me to stretch out on the sofa.

The last thing I feel is his fingers gently combing through the knots in my hair.

-POV-

He looks over her peaceful face trying to memorise the expression on her features. His fingertips lightly brush against her skin. He smiles as she shuffles her body trying to find a comfortable position, unconsciously leaning into his touch. He doesn't want to disturb her so he lets her remain on his lap while he finishes watching the movie that was on her television.

Once it had finished he places his arms underneath her, picking up her body gently and cradling her slim figure in his arms as he stands. He places a kiss to her forehead as he walks along towards her bedroom.

When he is at her door he maneuvers himself so he can use his elbow and shoulder to open it. He huffs from the difficulty as he crosses the threshold into her bedroom. He strides over to her bed quickly and places her down gently on to the covers. He bends down to stroke away some lose strands of hair and notices her eyes flickering.

His hand whips back and he goes to tiptoe out of the room panicking that he had disturbed her. He feels a hand grasp onto his sleeve and a light tug. He turns to see Ziva's sleepy expression as her eyes open.

"Where are you going?" Her brown eyes were full of curiosity and another emotion he couldn't decipher.

"Well…I was going to go pour a glass of water to put on your bedside table in case you woke up thirsty and then I was going to go watch TV and let you sleep"

"Okay…" The curiosity had left her but there was still something tugging at him within those brown eyes.

"I will be back soon." And with that he leaves the room and walks off in the direction of her kitchen to pour that glass of water he promised.

-POV-

My headache comes back worse than it was earlier, I groan out loud as I shield my eyes from the open curtains on my bedroom window.

Tony walks back in to the room "You still awake?"

I reply with a shushing sound as I fight the need to cover my ears and remain protecting my eyes. He rushes over to my bed and sits on the edge, bedside me. His hand comes up to feel my head as he asks me.

"Want me to get you anything Ziva?" I'm beginning to enjoy this concerned side of him, but I won't admit it to anyone if they ask me.

"Could you possibly get me some aspirin out of my bathroom?"

"Thought you like to get through it naturally…"

"Usually I do, but right now I am sick of this pain and just want it gone." I turn over and push my face into the pillow in a poor attempt at soothing my migraine. "Also can you please pull the curtains on my window closed?" I silently hope that he can hear my muffled request.

I hear his reply in the form of the fabric being tugged along the metal rail and a light breeze tickling my neck from the force. He doesn't take long to look for the requested medicine and he walks back over to my bed, placing the pills on my bedside cabinet next to my glass of water.

I pull myself up to a sitting position and grab the glass and aspirin. I swallow the medication quickly, desperate for some relief from this ache.

He sits down beside me and looks me in the eyes as his hand goes to my forehead to check if I am warm. He smiles as his hand draws backward.

"Well you're not overheating but I'm guessing sleeping in your clothes mustn't be that comfortable."

I shuffle myself a little and swing my legs over the edge of my bed preparing myself to stand up. "No it's not that comfortable, could you go and get me a t-shirt out of that drawer."

I point across the room to where the t-shirts were held and he stands up to follow the direction I indicated. I groan as I stand up, the medication having not kicked in yet. I wait a moment for the pain to go away and then begin to rid myself of my clothing.

While Tony is searching for what I asked for, I unfasten the button and zip of my pants and slide them down my legs. I kick my feet a little to get them off fully almost falling over in the process. I then move on to my shirt, grasping the hem in my hands, I draw the fabric up off of my torso and over my face.

"Whoa, you could've waited till I left the room." He must've turned around to hand me the t-shirt I asked for.

I pause with the neck of my shirt over my nose and the fabric covering my eyes, but my ears tell me where he is and I turn to him.

"Why, Tony? It's not like you haven't seen me naked before."

"Yes but we've always been on some form of work duty…" his voice changed half way through and I begin to feel a little self-conscious.

"And how does that change things?"

"Well… while it doesn't change how you look… it does change how I look at you."

I quickly pull the shirt from the rest of my head and put my hands on my hips, I didn't care about showing my body off to him. I cock my head to the side as I look at him to talk.

"What do you mean it changes how you look at me?" I don't understand what is going on with him right now.

He eyes grow wide from the realisation of what he had said. His hand flies to his face in shame as he stumbles over the right words to say. He soon gives up and turns away from me placing my t-shirt on the bed.

"Forget I ever said it Ziva." He moves to go to the bedroom door.

"How can I forget it? Are you trying to say I am ugly to look at?" My voice rises with my hurt as I shout at his retreating back.

"I am not trying to say you're ugly, in fact you're beautiful." He turns to look at me as his had reaches the door handle.

I can't control the mouth drop moment as his words fall on my ears. He stands by the door looking at me for a moment before shaking his head.

"Look I have said enough, get some rest Ziva." With that he walks out of the door and I just stand there staring at the wood in front of me.