So, i erased my work twice, revised it all, and then finally got this. The beginning might confuse you, but just read it. I'm not sure how it ties to the kiss, but I think it shows that Ziva's found her happy place, and this kiss tops that. :)

Hey, do any of you live on the West Coast of the USA? I havent' met one person who does yet on here :(

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Italics are thoughts, Italics and Underline's are quotes. For the first part, anywho.

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Chapter Fourteen: Stop Thinking

Everyone has their own happy place, and I started having one when I was a kid. When I was little, I would imagine myself with my mom. It didn't matter what, as long as I was with her. However, as I got older, I started to imagine myself with Tali. Whenever I was away from her, I would zone out of whatever I was doing and be with her. On the plane ride to America, my happy place was back in Israel. For the first week, I was back in Israel. But soon, it changed.

By the second week, I didn't have to think of a happy place. Everyone felt like family to me. However, at night, when I would wake up after horrific dreams, I would go to my happy place. It wasn't far. It was just down stairs, sitting on the living room floor and playing Life with Abby, Jenny, and Gibbs. Even that changed.

As I got closer to Tony, and school started, I would sit in third period and imagine myself with him. Riding in his car, playing tag in his house, or just sitting with him next to the pool; it was not hard to do either. I'd just sit back and bam!

I was in my happy place.

When my father had told me that Michael was to stay and be my boyfriend, my happy place was the only thing I could do to stop myself from throwing a fit. I slipped into it silently as my dad talked to me. I was on autopilot, answering his questions with a 'Yes sir' or 'No sir'. He was pleased, and I was in my happy place. I was dancing with Tony. It was perfect, and my dad couldn't mess it up.

When Michael first kissed me, I imagined it was Tony. Not Michael's bushy face and his dark eyes. No, it was Tony's soft cheeks and perfect greens eyes I was seeing. I got out of Michaels car and brushed my teeth, ate three breath mints, and brushed my teeth again. Just for good measure.

For the past month, I didn't have to go to my happy place much. It wasn't really necessary. Everything was just right, and I was with Tony all the time. There was no need.

"Can….. can I kiss you?" He asked, his voice nervous. I stared at him. Now, his guard was down. I leaned up so our lips were just barely touching.

"Whenever you want." I whispered back before pressing my lips to his.

And then, worlds collided.

Electrocution?

No.

Lightening strike?

Still no.

Splitting an atom?

Close.

I couldn't find some sort of scenario that could describe the feeling. All of that pent up energy, the tension, the feeling of needing to kiss him. It was all let out when I finally pushed my lips up to meet his. His reaction was what caused an amazing feeling.

We had kissed before, but that wasn't as amazing as this. That had been short, and there wasn't as much emotions as this kiss held. Tony's hands moved up to my hair, holding my face in place. As soon as he moved, I moved my hands around his neck. It wasn't long before his tongue was in my mouth, moving over my teeth. I let out a small moan, the feeling so overwhelming.

Tony's fingers were running down my arm, and when he reached my hand, he held it tight. He pulled my arm up and entwined our fingers. I suddenly felt light headed, so I broke away from his lips. His breaths were heavy, as were mine. He opened his eyes, and could barely make out the green in the dark. He kissed my cheek, and then my jaw. I felt even more shivers go through my body as his hand ran over my bare stomach. I couldn't do anything, I was so mesmerized. I let out a small gasp as his lips found a sweet spot on my neck. His fingers tickled my ribs, and I started to laugh. I pushed him onto his back, sitting on his waist. He propped himself up on his elbows, looking at me.

I bent down and captured his lips again, this time sticking my tongue in his mouth. His hands found my waist, his fingers holding onto me as if I would disappear at any moment. I ran my one hand into his hair and the other across his chest. This time he moaned, his body shuddering. I smiled into the kiss, loving the fact that I could do this to him.

"Ziva." He whispered against my lips, his hands moving up my sides. I felt goose bumps rise on my skin, his fingers causing some sort of sensation in my head. We kept our eyes shut; just letting our hands do the talking. Tony's hand ran up my arm to my shoulder, and then down my jaw line. I pressed my forehead against his, trying to calm my breathing.

I pressed my lips to his again, this time moving slowly. His hands went to my neck, pulling me as close as he could. I finally gave up trying to keep myself propped up and let my body fall onto his. Tony groaned as I broke away, laying my head on his chest. His arms wrapped around me, almost protectively. I could hear his heart; its beating irregular and sporadic.

Aroused.

I moved my arms around his neck, fixing my place on his chest. He kissed the top of my head, and I looked at him.

"You are amazing." He whispered. I blushed, moving my face into his neck. He laughed a little, rubbing my back.

"As are you." I whispered. I felt his hand trace the lines of my back, and we laid in silence for a while. Finally he spoke.

"Ziva, can I ask you something?" He said.

"You've been asking me a lot tonight." I said, and he laughed. However, it died off and he was suddenly serious.

"I know, but I just… want to ask you something." He said. I looked up at him, and saw that his eyes were glazed over. I reached up and touched his cheek, bringing back. He looked at me seriously.

"Anything." I answered softly. He looked at me, and I saw he was nervous.

What did he want to ask me?

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(Abby's POV)

As everyone left, I finally shut off the music. My ears were ringing, and Tim was grabbing the broom and a garbage bag. I looked around, not seeing Tony and Ziva. Everyone had filed out, leaving an empty house with garbage everywhere. I grabbed the broom Tim handed me and started to sweep a pile of garbage into the bag he held.

"Where are Tony and Ziva?" He asked. I shrugged.

"Probably having wild, crazy sex up in her room." I said, scratching my head.

"Abby, Abby, Abby. How wrong you are." Tony said from behind me. I turned around to see Tony, carrying Ziva on his back. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, and his hands were on her legs. I smirked at him, noticing that their hair was a little messed up.

"Stop thinking Abby." Ziva warned jumping off Tony's back. She grabbed a broom, and Tony grabbed a bag. They started to clean up as well. We all worked in silence, the ringing in my ears not going away. When Tim and I finished the living room, we moved to the patio. Tony and Ziva worked in the kitchen, and from where I stood, I could see them. Tony said something to Ziva, and she smirked at him. She moved away from him, sweeping some more garbage into a pile. I saw the look Tony gave her, and smiled.

"Hey, Abby!" Tim said in my ear. I looked up at him, smiling.

"Calm down Timmy. I'm still here." I said. He looked at where I was looking at, his eyes going over our friends.

"What do you think they did?" He asked. I shrugged, patting his cheek.

"Whatever they wanted to, Timothy. They are old enough to know what they are doing." I moved to sweep up some more garbage.

"Do you really think they did something up there?" He asked. I stopped sweeping to stare at him.

"Like Ziva said to me, stop thinking. Just pick up before my parents get home." I glared at him and he put the garbage bag on the ground. Kate walked out onto the patio, pulling her wig off as she walked. She looked in at Tony and Ziva, a slight smile on her face.

"Stop thinking Kate." Tim and I said at the same time. She looked at us, laughing.

"There is only one explanation for the way they look, how they are looking at each other and how her bed looks." Kate said. Tim coughed.

"Please stop thinking guys." He pleaded, and I patted his head.

"You need to loosen up Timmy." I said as I moved to sit down. Tim put the bag of trash next to the couch in the living room and walked back out to sit next to me. Kate was pulling her hair out of its pins, scratching her scalp. She grabbed the brush I handed her and ran it through her hair.

"That was a lot of fun." She said. I smiled at her.

"Did you really enjoy it?" I asked. She nodded. She pulled her fangs out, running her tongue along her teeth.

"It was the most fun I've had in years." She said truthfully. I smiled at her, looking at Tim. He was trying hard not to look into the kitchen, and it was really obvious.

"Tim, you are a crack up." I said, patting his cheek. He grimaced.

"It's scary Abby." I tilted my head.

"What's scary?" I asked. Kate moved closer to us, pulling off her shoes as she went.

"Them…… together……. just, that." He said. I glared at him. Kate was staring at him as well.

"Tim, everyone needs love." I said to him. He looked shocked.

"No, I know that! It's just… it's Tony. Mister-gone-out-with-every-girl-in-our-school." Tim said, emphasizing each word. I shook my head.

"Not every girl. Not me and Kate." I said.

"Yeah, but he's known you since like forever, and he just met Kate." I looked down at Kate, who just shrugged.

"Tim, no matter what, everyone needs love. It's something we all crave, want, and desire. And love is love, no matter how weird it is." I explained. "And if Tony loves Ziva, and Ziva loves him, leave it. You can't pick who you are attracted to." Kate nodded, patting my leg. Tim shook his head, looking into the kitchen. He looked back at me, and I looked past him to see what he saw.

Tony had Ziva wrapped up in his arms, and she was leaning up against the table. I turned away right before they kissed, smiling down at Kate. She shook her head at me.

"Abby, stop." She said. I glared at her.

"Do you see that?!" I said. She nodded.

"Abby, leave it alone." She said, slapping my leg. I glared at her.

"Abs." Tim said. I looked at him. He was giving me the look. I sighed, turning back to Kate. We sat there in silence, when I heard a car pull up. I jumped up, running through the living room to the front door. Ziva and Tony were now sitting on the counter, eating grapes. Ziva jumped off the counter, following me out the door. I smiled when I saw my parents.

"Mom!" I said, running over to hug Jenny. She hugged me back, walking up towards the house. She gave Ziva a hug, and smoothed her hair.

"How was the party?" She asked us. I looked at Ziva, who looked at me. I saw the look in her eyes, and tried not to laugh.

"It was great." Kate said, rescuing us from making fools of ourselves. Gibbs walked up to me, kissing my forehead.

"Was it now?" he asked. I looked up at my dad, knowing that he was using his God like skills to figure out what had happened. I nodded.

"It was! We cleaned up too." I said, and he nodded at me.

"Good job Abs." He moved inside behind Jenny. I followed them, grabbing Ziva's hand and pulling her inside. Kate was arguing with Tony about something, their banter childish.

"Tony, you are disgusting." Kate said, grabbing her fangs back from him. Tony grinned at her before turning to smile at Ziva. Ziva rolled her eyes, but smiled anyway. I watched, as they stood next to each other, close as usual.

"DiNozzo didn't do anything stupid right?" My dad asked, looking at me. I shrugged.

"Nope." I said. He eyed me, but let it drop. He walked up the stairs, obviously to get changed. I looked at Tim, who was practically sleep walking.

"Come on Timmy." I said gently, pulling him into the living room to lay him down on the couch. He allowed me to lay him down and pull a blanket over him. He fell asleep fast. Kate was sleeping on the air mattress in the living room, and Tony was going to be on the other couch. Although, I doubted he would stay there for long.

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(Ziva's POV)

I heard Kate and Tony arguing down stairs, again, and sighed. It was 2 AM, and none of us had fallen asleep yet. Besides Tim, of course.

"Just go to sleep Tony." I heard Kate say. I sighed as the talking stopped. Rolling over, I smiled at the scent of my pillow. My mind was still reeling at what had happened earlier, my body tingling. It was all so perfect, so amazingly right. Never before had my life been this carefree. I grabbed my iTouch, finding a song I could fall asleep too. I plugged it into its dock, and the soft music of Norah Jones filled my ears. I shut my eyes and fell asleep. Only to be awoken an hour later.

"Ziva?"

I turned over at my name, smiling at the source of the sound. I held up my blankets, and he slipped under them. His arms wound around me, pulling me to his chest.

"Trouble sleeping?" I asked, moving comfortably in his arms. He shrugged.

"Not really." He said. I looked up at his face. He looked tired.

"Well, go to sleep. I'm tired." I said, wrapping an arm around his waist. We snuggled closer, and then I felt my eye lids start to droop. His breathing got even softer, and slower, and finally we both fell asleep with Norah Jones still playing.

Don't know why, I didn't come.
Oh, don't know why
I didn't come.

I woke up to the sound of Led Zeppelins "Going to California". The soft sounds of the guitar were enough to put me back to sleep.

"Honestly, who forgets to put the toilet seat down?" I heard Kate say downstairs. I didn't open my eyes, but the arms that were holding me tightened their grip.

"DiNozzo, that's who," Gibbs said. "Where is he, by the way?" That was when I opened my eyes. Tony must have heard them talking to, because he let go of me and moved out of my bed in a flash. He was sitting in my desk not but a second later, looking at me. I sat up, slightly confused, and looked at Gibbs when he opened the door.

"Of course." Gibbs glared at Tony, and then looked at me. I could see the wheels in his head turning.

"Morning Gibbs." Tony said cheerfully for someone who had just woken up. Gibbs glared at him again, moving out of the door.

"Breakfast is ready." He said. I heard him descend the stairs, and when I heard him reach the bottom, I looked at Tony. He was smiling.

"That was close David." He said. I glared at him, getting up. I stretched my arms above my head, knowing exactly what he was seeing. I yawned and walked over to him, sitting in his lap. He wrapped his arms around me immediately, his nose in my hair.

"Yes, it was." I said. I looked at him, and our faces were mere inches apart. I smirked, getting up.

(Tony's POV)

I watched as Ziva exited the room, her hand sliding around the doorframe. She was playing dirty, something I knew girls did best. She was just plain teasing me when she got up off my lap. She was just playing dirty.

After last night, I now had the liberty to kiss her anytime. I wasn't afraid she would kill me. And she knew that.

Hence why she was playing dirty.

I got up and made my way down the stairs, following my nose to a big pile of pancakes in the kitchen. Jenny handed me a stack and I sat down next to Ziva. She looked at me, a smirk on her face. I stuck my tongue out at her. Gibbs slapped my head and handed me the syrup. I didn't protest just poured syrup over my food.

"Sleep good last night?" Jenny asked no one in particular. I tried to swallow slowly, making sure my mouth was full when she looked at me.

"Yup. I was really comfortable." McGee said.

"I bet Tony was comfortable." Kate teased, and I glared at her. Abby laughed, along with Jenny. Gibbs stared me down. Ziva just kept eating her food.

"Ha ha." I said, taking another bite of my food. Kate smirked before finishing her pancakes and putting her plate in the sink.

"Thank you, for breakfast and letting me stay here last night." Kate said.

"Anytime Kate." Jenny said. Kate grabbed her bag and made her way outside.

"She's leaving?" Ziva asked, putting her plate in the sink too.

"Yeah. Her dad is picking her up at the end of the street." Gibbs said. He sipped on his coffee.

I finished my food and put my plate on the growing pile. I then followed Ziva up the stairs. When we entered her room, she looked at me.

"You looked like a deer caught in the tail lights."

"Head lights. Deer in the head lights." I corrected robotically, pulling her to me. She fell into my arms, smirking at me.

"Feeling feisty?" She said, her voice low. I ran my fingers along her bare stomach. She was still wearing her ninja costume. I had found one of my shirts in her nightstand and put it on before I slipped into her bed.

"No, just about to collect on a promise." I said, leaning down to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around my neck as our lips melded together. We shuffled backwards until her back hit the wall. I moved my hand through her hair, the feeling of being so close to her overwhelming. She moaned as I ran my hand up her leg, stopping at her hip. As the need for air got ever so worse, she broke off.

"Tony, you're an amazing kisser." She whispered before attaching her lips to mine again. This time her tongue found its way into my mouth, and I reveled in the feeling. She just tasted and felt so good.

I stopped, pulling back. I took in a deep breath, clearing my head.

"We have to stop." I said bitterly. She looked into my eyes, and I fought myself from kissing her again.

"No, we don't." She said. I nodded.

"Yes, we do. We can do this some other time." I said. She groaned, pulling me back down for one more little kiss.

"Fine." She said, but she kept her arms around my waist. I kissed her hair.

"We're allowed to." I said. She smirked up at me.

"Oh, are you sure?" She said. I picked her up, making her eye level with me.

"I'm pretty sure you said yes." I whispered, remembering out conversation. She kissed my cheek, burying her face in my neck.

"You bet I did."

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