A/N: Finally I've put enough of the little scenes I've had written for forever into a chapter, aren't you proud of me? ...Okay, I can tell you're all going, "Well after all that waiting, this better be good, woman!" I understand, I was telling myself the same thing as I read over it ;)

Haha, anyways, here it is, and I hope you like it! I have another chapter almost done as I'm posting this one!

With love, from Ponytails.

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Ziva blinked her heavy eyelids, struggling to keep her attention fixed on the television screen, which was filled with a flurry of men in rugged medieval attire. She raised an eyebrow, glancing at Tony, who was seated next to her on his couch, and still seemed rather intent on the film.

"Is it almost over?" she yawned, rolling her stiff neck.

Tony took his eyes off the TV and watched as her eyelids began droop once again, and as she forced herself to stay awake.

"You were the one who claimed you weren't tired yet." he commented in an 'I told you so' tone.

She rolled her eyes and fixed him with an irritated stare. "Well I lied." she gave the screen another glance, raising a quizzical brow. "What exactly is this movie about?"

Tony chuckled and shook his head. "I think you'd actually like it if you weren't so doped up on painkillers, Zee-vah."

"I am not 'doped up'! I have all my wits–"

"Shh.".

"Don't shush me DiNozzo–"

He put a finger to her lips, "You know you look really cute in sweats, right?" he whispered teasingly, their faces inches apart, then took his finger it away.

Ziva watched his hazel eyes questioningly, then leaned in on a whim, and kissed him.

Though he was surprised at first, his hand found its way up into her long dark curls, caressing the back of her neck, not wanting to let go.

As they broke apart, Tony said breathlessly, his forehead resting on hers, "I'm shushing you so you don't wake up your kid, who happens to be sound asleep on my living room floor with my throw pillow." he grinned, motioning with his chin to where Kazia was curled up contentedly at their feet, her long hair falling over the pillow.

Oh shit. What just happened? Why the hell did I–? "Sorry. I guess I am doped up." Ziva said quickly. Still needing a little clarity she sighed, and after a brief silence asked, "What just happened?"

Tony scooted closer and put an arm around her gingerly, avoiding her wounded side. "Uhh, forget it. You've had a tough couple weeks."

Ziva shook her head, but relaxed slightly, letting his warm embrace encircle her. I don't want to just 'forget it', Tony. I think I'm in love with you, she wanted to blurt out. Just say something

"Hmm..." Tony pondered, his eyes following the movie credits as the scrolled past. "You know what?"

She held her breath for a moment, then gave a quiet, "Hmm?"

"I am gonna be dead tired at work tomorrow. Movie was not such a great idea."

"Oh." Ziva nodded. They just had silently and mutually agreed to pretend nothing had happened. They had almost just broken Gibbs's rule 12: Never get involved with a co-worker. But they were already involved, whether they were ready to admit it or not, and their silent agreement couldn't last forever.

"I'm gonna sleep out here. You and Kaz take the bed." Tony gave a wide yawn.

Too tired to argue that she was fine on the couch, Ziva agreed.

Tony got up, careful not to bump into Ziva's left side, and picked Kazia up off the floor with a grunt that sounded vaguely like "Heavy."

Ziva grinned, heaving herself to her feet with a slight grimace, and followed Tony to the bedroom, where he gently tucked Kazia into the bed.

He straightened up and yawned again. "'Night Ziva." he muttered, scooting past where she stood in the doorway.

Her smile faded a little after he brushed past. "Good night, Tony."

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Ten minutes later, Tony lay on the couch in the quiet, semi-dark living room. He was tired, but unable to sleep.

Ziva had kissed him, he thought, grinning like a cocky teenager, and he had kissed her back. But what had happened after? Were they really just going to let it drop like that? They had kissed one time before this, but that had been different, that had been to maintain their cover as married assassins. This time, he decided, this time had felt different.

Tony supposed he'd always thought Ziva a little out of his reach; true there was a definite attraction, but she'd always seemed to be close, yet so unattainable...somehow. Like having a crush on your best friend– your wow-amazingly-hot best friend who could probably kick your ass if you tried anything with her...

Wait– were they best friends? That revelation instantly threw his mind into a new spiral of questions.

A best friend was someone you were with constantly– Tony began checking off from a list in his mind. A best friend was someone you always told the truth– even when it stung a little– Check. Someone you told your problems to, trusting that they wouldn't judge you– Possibly, another check? But yes, that was a check. That last part they'd just covered today, and everything else seemed to fall into place.

There was a thump from the hallway. "Shit."

Tony sprang up. "Ziva, you okay?" he asked anxiously.

She sighed. "Yes, I stubbed my toe."

"Oh." he yawned.

Ziva came and silently sat down next to him on the couch. "I was so tired, but now..." she said apologetically. "I mean, I didn't mean to wake you, I was just going to..." she trailed off again.

"Mmm," Tony said understandingly, saving her from having to make another excuse.

Ziva hesitated, but then slowly suggested, "Maybe if...if we just sit here a while, you know, until we fall asleep?" she bit her lip, watching him.

Feeling that this was some sort of confirmation, Tony smiled. "Yeah. That could work."

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Okay, now tell me what ya think...Huggles -Ponytails