ok I sort of got really bored with my other story so thought i might turn my hand back to this instead, so well i hope ypu enjoy the fruit of my boredom and if you think should keep going with this (or not!) then let me know!

A few hours later Tony was lying in bed frowning at Ziva's book. He opened it and turned it upside down, screwing his face up as he examined it. Ziva emerged from the en-suite wearing a plain vest top and shorts, she shot him a questioning glance, "What are you doing?"

"I'm looking at this, how can you read this? Doesn't even look like letters!" he ran his eyes over the page again,

"You read it from right to left Tony." she told him as she crossed the room towards the bed, clambering into her side.

"oh right, well now it makes perfect sense to me!" he handed her the book, expecting her to read for a while like she usually did before falling asleep but she just took it and held it limply in her hand. He said nothing for a few minutes but finally broke the silence,

"Uh, Ziva? You ok?" she frowned at the ceiling before rolling onto her side,

"Tony, next week I must go to Israel to sort out some things in Hannah's estate."

"Uhm . . . Ok." he replied uncertainly,

"Can you look after the girls, just for a few days."

"uh, yeah, sure." he smiled at her, "no problem,"

"Thank you." they lay in silence again until Tony asked;

"Are you ever going to tell me what the deal is with their dad or not?" She flicked her eyes up to meet his which were staring at her earnestly. She sighed and rolled onto her back;

"Hannah's family were very rich, she has a lot of money which she left entirely to the girls in trust funds which are to be looked after by their legal guardian until they are twenty one." She paused for a second before continuing, "Hannah told me that she had changed her will before she left to come here-naming me their guardian."

"Okaaay . . ." Tony prompted her,

"But their father still has to relinquish parental rights and can dispute the will. He is not a good man and is a terrible father. He never wanted children, he resented Leora but he hated Zipporah even more. He had assumed that they were finished having children but then came Zippy and well, he was not pleased. But now, they are the only chance he has to get at Hannah's fortune. You see he will try to take them back to get their trust funds- he has nothing of his own he just leeched off Hannah like a parasite." She spat the last sentence out furiously. "Leora does not want to go back, she says her and Zipporah are much happier here than they would be at home with him." her voice lost its venomous fury and took on a tone of wonder and confusion.

"Of course they like it here, why wouldn't hey? You are handling everything amazingly." Tony reached out and squeezed her arm encouragingly, "I'm, well, proud of you I guess," he whispered uncomfortably, letting go of her. She turned her head to look at him,

"They like it here because of you Tony, without you we would not have made it this far." Tony blushed slightly under her intense gaze before dropping his eyes to avoid it.

"So, basically, we're doing a good job?" he chuckled to lighten the mood slightly, she smiled back at him,

"I think so, according to Leo they are as happy as they could be . . .considering."

"Good," he smiled, "So, do you know when you're going then?"

"Tuesday, I am not sure exactly when I will be back. The weekend I think, is that ok?"

"Course." she sighed and turned to place the book on the bedside table and switched off the light leaving the room shrouded in a thick inky blue.

She fell asleep quickly, the sound of her gentle snores soon filled the air. She rolled towards him slightly and then every few moments shuffled closer and closer.

Sharing a bed with Ziva had brought an amusing discovery to his attention-she was a cuddly sleeper. Of course e had often slept with someone who liked to be held

but he had never had Ziva pegged for one of them but every night within five minutes of her falling asleep she was inevitably pressed up against him. She was like a

heat seeking missile, he only had to move a tiny bit and she instantly followed him, once he had leant over to switch off the light and she pushed herself right up

against his back, preventing him from lying back down. He wasn't complaining, he enjoyed feeling her warm skin pressed up against him, having her wild hair tickling his

cheek while her scent filled his nostrils. He could never resist wrapping his arms around her, convincing himself that this was what she wanted, albeit subconsciously,

when she nuzzled up against him. He held her close, revelling in the feel of her curves against his body while she slept, she always got up before him so she must be

aware of their cosy sleeping arrangements but had never commented on it. Maybe she thought it was him who pulled her to him in the night but he didn't care, as long

as he got to hold her it didn't matter. She already had her back pressed against his side and he was about to roll over to let her lean against his chest when she

suddenly spun around, flinging an arm across his chest while her leg slipped in-between his two. Her head nestled its way into the crook of his neck so that he could

feel the hot moisture of her breath brush against his skin as she snored. HE slid his right arm underneath her and wrapped it around her shoulders while he brought

the other to rest on the arm lying across his chest. He sighed and began pondering their relationship, in many respects it was the most intimate he had ever had. He

lived with her, shared a bed with her, held her all night and was looking after two children with her. And what shocked him was that he liked it, he liked having people

in his flat, he liked having people around when he got up and when he came in from work and having someone to talk to at nights. He squeezed Ziva tighter to him and

sighed contentedly, impulsively kissing her head softly. She shifted slightly in her sleep, slowly dragging her foot up across his leg until her knee was dangerously close

to him. He held his breath, torn between hoping she would lowered it again and wanting her to keep pulling it up. She went with the latter, sighing as she pressed it

against him, he groaned quietly and reached his hand down to push it away, he could feel the warmth of her thigh radiate through the thin fabric of his shorts and the

heat was already causing him to harden. He pressed his hand against her thigh, intending to push it down slightly but as soon as his fingertips brushed against smooth

caramel skin he stopped and closed his eyes. Tony began to caress her skin in soft circles, his fingers danced across her as he bit his lip, trying desperately to stop his.

But instead of listening to him his fingers they began to skim further up her leg until they reached the hem of her shorts, they hesitated briefly before slipping under

them and moving up towards her ass. He was pressing his fingers deeper into her firm flesh as they moved higher and higher until they reached her cheek. His breath

was becoming laboured as he tried to control himself, this was crazy, she could wake up at any moment and then what would she do if she found his hand up there?

Cut it off probably! But it was worth the risk, he couldn't stop, he loved the feel of her perfect round ass in his hand. He squeezed it, digging his fingers deep into the

soft skin and let out a long soft moan. She shifted slightly and he tore his arm back out of her shorts, leaving it lying by his side as far away from her as possible. He lay

still for a few moments until her snoring had returned to its normal pattern before he moved hi arm back to rest on his stomach. Ok, he thought, just keep your arm

away from her and then you can forget that ever happened. He closed his eyes for a minute but then opened them again, he could feel his hand itching to slide across

to her. Ok so he could rest his arm on her, that would be fine. He let it lie against her waist, dangling down her back. A few moments later she wriggled again, shuffling

down slightly which meant that her leg moved slightly down his leg but on the other hand caused her vest to ride up, revealing a tantalising slit of caramel skin. He

could see her skin glow in the navy light struggling through the curtains. It was calling to him, begging to be touched, he swallowed and reached down, slidding a finger

across it. He sighed and gave in, slipping it up under her top letting it glide across her warm back. He swept his hand across it in circles before slowing it down to a

gentle caress, letting his fingers brush against her. He slid up to her shoulder blades before dragging a finger down her spine, she squirmed slightly and sighed when

he reached the bottom but he didn't stop this time, instead he began pressing his hand more firmly against her, feeling her smooth skin dimple under the pressure. He

pulled his hand over to her side, allowing his thumb to slip over so when he began sliding his hand up again it was gliding across her waist. As his hand slid up higher

he began to allow it to slide towards her front, edging it closer to the soft bulge of her breast which was pressed against his chest. He had almost reached it when she

let out another loud moan and pressed her body harder against his, arching her back to push closer to him. This time he did pull his arm out from under her top and

then carefully pushed her off his chest, rolling her onto her side away from him. He lay back down, Breathing heavily he stared at the ceiling, not believing what he had

just done