These are my story's "What I loved about Paris" "All his Zivas" and "Warm blood" which I also published as OS but I'll put them here anyway, because I think they belong here. Don't worry I'm not out of ideas so Tomorrow I'll upload the next chapter which contains rule number one made by Ziva for Tony. Promise!

What I loved about Paris

Tony was worried. Ziva looked really sick. She sat in the passenger seat of the car and had her eyes closed while he was driving through the storm. They had had orders to take a witness home after a case. Unfortunately the witness had lived a four hour ride away from Washington DC and it had been a little boy who was not able to travel by himself. His mother had been so happy to have him back that she forgot to thank them.

When they had left the home of the boy Ziva had just waved a hand. Tony knew she had not been feeling well for the entire case. Being Ziva, she understood being sick as a weakness she was not supposed to show. But now she was almost lying in that seat. Tony stopped the car and took a closer look. Her eyes were shut, she was asleep, sweating and coughing heavily from time to time. He touched her forehead and realized in shock, that she was burning up. There was no way they could just drive back to Washington DC. No, he decided to just drive into the next city and book a hotel room.

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It was a small town and a small but clean hotel. He took Ziva upstairs into their room. She was not even waking up and his worries grew. So he phoned the reception and asked for a doctor.

The NCIS had sent them out on this trip. Now it would also have to pay the bills for the hotel room and the doctor.

The room had only one bed, a king size bed and that reminded him of Paris. They had stayed together in one room and one bed and…

There was a knock on the door and Tony went to open. It took some time until the doctor was finished with his examination. Ziva had woken up and tried to answer his questions. Now the man was injecting a needle into her arm and Tony jumped up from his chair and went over to them.

"What are you doing?"

"I'll give her something against the fever and the cough. It'll also sedate her so that she can sleep tonight. I understand that you don't live here?"

Tony nodded.

"She needs to rest. Stay the night here and tomorrow take your wife home and get her those medications I prescribe. Since when has she been that sick? " The doctor said handing Tony a prescription.

Tony wanted to tell him, that Ziva was just his partner but he didn't. "A few day's now."

"And you've been with her the whole time? Then you don't need to worry about getting infected."

Tony nodded again and escorted the man to the door and went over to the bed. Undressing to his shirt and boxers he climbed into the bed. Ziva was lying on her side facing him and opened her eyes weakly.

"Thank you." She whispered and stretched out a hand which came to lie between them.

He smiled softly: "No problem." He said placing his hand over hers.

She closed her eyes, completely exhausted and he took his hand away to turn of the light as he saw a shadow clouding her face. She had seemed calm just seconds ago and now it was like she'd bust out in tears any moment.

He didn't know why. Carefully he caressed her feverish cheek with his hand feeling her lean into his touch as much as possible without lifting her head from the pillow.

"Tony?" she whispered.

"Yes?"

Eyes opened just a little: "Would you… would you hold me?"

Something in that question was disturbing. He pulled her towards him and hugged her tightly. "Of course." He said and saw that she smiled a little.

"That's what I loved about Paris… it was the first time…" she breathed speaking very silently.

"First time?"

"That a man held me in my sleep." She said eyes still closed.

Tony's mouth fell slightly open. He remembered the morning as if it was yesterday.

They had gone to sleep in Paris and were careful to stay on their own side of the bed. However he had woken up with her in his arms. She had been smiling in her sleep and when she opened her eyes he had had retuned the smile. Until he had said: "Do you always cuddle up to your partners?" And then… he had seen the hurt in her eyes and she had turned away.

"Surely it was not the first time. Your lovers must have held you before." He said.

"No…" he could barely understand her, she was almost asleep: "They just wanted sex… it was alright… I got from them… what I wanted and… they got what they wanted…"

"But… Rivkin… He must have…"

Ziva shook her head weakly still not opening her eyes and swallowed. "No… he always pushed me away after… you know."

Tony could not believe what she told him and his heart broke for her. With his hand he caressed her shoulder blade, feeling one of the scars she got in Somalia beneath his fingers. She twitched only once when she felt his hand on the scar.

Tony was afraid to ask: "And… Ray?"

Ziva swallowed again, she was tiered and wanted to sleep but he needed an answer.

"Ziva, what about Ray."

"He said… it disgusted him touching me… without having sex… Said he loved me… but those scars… after sex he went… to sleep in another room." Ziva answered. She was way too tired to show any emotion to this.

But Tony's heart broke even more and he held her closer. He heard a thunder from outside.

"It was okay… I loved him… and I'm… I'm…" the sedative worked quickly on her now: "I'm not the person… you'd like to hold at night. So… I just loved Paris."

Tony kissed her forehead. She was less feverish now. The medication was doing its work.

"I'd hold you till the end of time if that's what you want, Ziva." He whispered.

She nodded and said: "Yes." Then she fell asleep.

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Tony had trouble falling asleep after the talk. Back in Paris he had enjoyed holding her but when she woke up he felt a little embarrassed. So he had cracked a joke about her cuddling up to him. He also knew that it had probably been him who had pulled her in his arms. He knew, and he would never ever tell it to anyone; he was a cuddler. But now he could understand the hurt he had seen in her face that morning. The memory of her smile fading into a hurt expression didn't want to leave his mind. But now she was asleep peacefully in his arm. She was not smiling but she seemed contented. He reached back to turn off the light and hugged her again.

Before he fell asleep he made a mental note to go find Ray and rip his heart out.

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It was still raining when he woke up the next morning. Ziva's face was almost hidden in his shirt and he was not sure how she was still able to breathe. He shifted slightly so he could look at her face. Her skin still felt hot but yesterday it had been much worse. Gently he brushed a strand of hair out of her face and she stirred before she opened her eyes.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you up." He said quietly.

She looked at him for a few seconds. Her eyes were still a little glassy from the fever.

"Tony." She said and her voice broke.

He reached over to her nightstand where she had a glass of water and she drank and cleared her throat. Tony now feared that she didn't remember what had happened last night. Then she settled back against his chest.

"Why are we in a hotel room?" she asked while closing her eyes again.

That was a funny question. If she really did not remember the last evening then her first question should have been: Why are you holding me?

But she had not ask that question in Paris so why would she now?

"You were very sick last night and so I thought it might be better to get a hotel for you to rest." He explained.

She nodded: "Thank you."

"Ziva? Do you remember anything from last night?"

Her eyes opened and she looked at him: "Did we break rule 12?"

He chuckled in disbelieve: "You really think I'd take advantage of you while you are sick?"

"No, but I only…" she yawned against his shirt and closed her eyes again: "I only remember your promise to hold me. Though I'm not sure if it was just a dream."

"It wasn't."

"If it wasn't a dream… and you really promised me… and we didn't break rule 12… what are we then?"

That was really a good question. Yesterday morning they had been partners yesterday evening they had been very close friend maybe more and this morning…

"Well… thinking about it… Maybe we broke rule 12 in some way. Or we agreed to do it any time soon?" he asked hopefully, caressing the skin of her back.

"Is this okay for you?"

It took him a moment to figure out what she meant then he realized that his fingers where tracing the big scar on her back but in a very loving manner.

"No." he said and before she could pull away he pulled her a little closer: "Not okay. This is good. Very good. Like I said yesterday: I'll hold you till the end of time. And you agreed so don't try to get out of this now." He warned her.

Her soft giggled turned into coughing but that was, like her fever, not as bad as last night: "I won't."

"Good, now let's try to get you home. We'll stop at a drug store and when we are home I'll keep my promise and we can talk about how we start breaking rule 12."

The End

All his Zivas

It was very cold outside but the cabin was nice and warm. Tony listened to the crackling fire inside the fireplace and Ziva's even breathing. It was their third weekend as a couple and he had rented this small house in the mountains just for them. He had planned to spend some time with her in the snow. Maybe have a snowball fight and give her all that she had missed in her childhood. But after half a day of driving they had ended it with sex. He pulled the blanket a little higher to make sure Ziva was warm enough. To his surprise she was not asleep. She lifted her head from his chest and looked at him.

"Do you love me?" It was not a question she would normally ask.

"Yes I do."

She laid her head back onto his chest. "As much as you loved Jeanne?"

He shifted so he was lying on his side and she was now trapped between his body and the back of the couch. She looked up again.

"Why would you ask something like that?"

She shrugged. It was obvious to him that she held back the answer maybe she was ashamed of it or she already regretted to have asked at all. "I ... just know that she was someone you really loved and I was wondering …" she didn't finish that sentence. Then she said: "She was one of those girls you are always crazy about. Tall, slender, like a top model …"

Tony remained silent for some seconds. It was true; Ziva was nothing like Jeanne neither in her physical appearance nor in her character. Jeanne was slender Ziva was that too but Jeanne was almost skinny while Ziva was made out of bones and muscles. Jeanne was tall and had shiny blue eyes. Ziva was not so tall and her eyes had the color of warm chocolate. Jeanne's skin was flawless while Ziva's had a lot of scars. But Tony had never felt a softer skin than hers nonetheless.

"Yeah. She was top model like. The dream of every man. But not my dream." He drew small circles with his fingers on her shoulder blade. He was glad that she didn't flinch any more when he touched one of her scars. "And by the way: I love all my Zivas as much as I loved Jeanne."

She gave him a confused look. "All your Zivas? Is this another idiom I haven't heard yet?"

He chuckled: "No it means that I love all the sides of you. The tough Ziva at work. She is powerful and can take down heavily armed men all alone. The dangerous Ziva, who threatens to kill me with a paperclip, I have to admit that I'm a bit afraid of her. There is more than just one of you. You know?"

She just shook her head at that, but laughed. "Only a few years ago you'd have said that one of me is more than the world could take."

"I was wrong about that. There are so many sides of you I love. And they combine. For example the passionate Ziva full of fire. Like a storm … an excellent combination with the horny Ziva … ouch"

She had nudged him. "I'm not horny."

"Oh yes you are or you can be. Only an hour ago … we just came in here and I had barely started the fireplace when you jumped on me."

"I did not jump on you." She said.

"Did too."

She shrugged: "All right. If you are complaining I'll never do it again."

"Wait who said I'm complaining? No no no no no, I'm appreciating!... ouch."

She had bitten playfully into his chest and she nudged him again, this time harder and he fell off the couch. Because he was holding onto her they both landed on the soft carpet in front of the fireplace. They laughed softly.

"Anyway." He said, fishing for the blanket which was still on the couch and pulled it over them. There was no need to get back up. "There are more of you. The cooking Ziva, oh I love her. She sings when she is cooking." Tony said.

"I sing?"

"Yes. And of course the sleeping Ziva although she lost her snoring somehow …"

"I never snored."

"You sounded like a drunken sailor with…"

"I faked it Tony. I wanted to annoy you … and it worked."

It took him some time for him to recover from such news. "So you were awake when you pulled that gun at me in bed."

She grinned: "Of course."

"Okay then. I love the Ziva who faked snoring just to annoy me." He said and suddenly held her very close. Then he rolled over her, so he lay nearer to the fireplace. After that he drew her on top of him. She didn't seem to mind him using her like a doll. She simply rested her head on his chest.

"Another thing I love about you. If you are very relaxed and content you don't mind in which position you are or how many times I push or pull you around."

He heard her yawn softly: "I don't care as long as I have what I want." She said and sighed happily when he caressed her back.

"And that is?"

"Your arms around me."

"So if I'd push you around at work…"

"You might lose a body part." She warned him.

"That's what I thought." He grinned. "Now let me finish. The calm Ziva … sometimes I'm afraid of her. I'm not sure if she is calm because she thinks of a way to kill somebody or because of other reasons. So there is Ziva the fighter at work and Ziva the woman after work. She allows me to hold her and gives me the feeling that I can protect her even though I know she doesn't need it …" Tony got lost in his thoughts and she shifted her head from his chest so she could look at him.

"Was … Jeanne the same?"

"No. She was just Jeanne. She had different sides too but not so many and I did not love all of them. To answer your question I love each side of you as much as I loved Jeanne so I love you about 100 times more than her. And I cannot wait to meet the other Zivas."

She raised her eyebrows on that: "You think there is still more?"

"I'm sure about it. Ziva the wife, Ziva the mother, the mother of a teenager and the grandmother."

She smiled: "I love you too."

"Really, tell me how much."

She shook her head and smiled softly: "It is you who is good with words. I could never express my feelings like you just did but … I can show you." She whispered.

"Told you … horny … ouch!"

The End

Warm blood

Cold blooded. That was what he used to call her. And not only him. Abby had said it to her and even Gibbs. It was just a phrase. Nothing more. But they had used it so often that Tony had managed to convince himself that Ziva was actually cold blooded. A cold blooded killer like all the people in the movies he loved so much.

He was surprised when he pressed his hand firmly on the gunshot wound in her chest. Her blood was warm, even hot, as it tried to stream out of her body. Just as warm as the blood of every human being. It was almost a shock. Her eyes were open and she looked at him.

"I….I…am….", she started, but coughed blood.

"Don't talk, Ziva, they'll be here any minute. You are going to be okay."

But she didn't listen: "… not…. cold…. blooded", with that she closed her eyes.

It almost broke Tony's heart.

Slowly he walked down the hall. The smell of disinfectant burned in his nose. He held on to the flowers in his hand. When he reached the door with the small window, he saw her. She sat in her bed reading a book, which Gibbs gave her yesterday. McGee had brought balloons and Abby left her a big pink ribbon with a skull in the middle, for decoration. They all had visited her, except him.

She looked up and smiled at him when he entered the room. Her warm eyes met his and he knew, he would never call her cold blooded again. And if anyone else was brave enough to do so, he would get in trouble with him, Anthony DiNozzo.

The End

I want to apologize to everyone who has already read these stories. Here is my promise again: Tomorrow will be the next NEW chapter!