So here we go with the usual disclaimer. I don't own these characters, or the show for that matter, and I am just borrowing! They belong to DPB and CBS. Big thanks once again to Jacey05 and tonyzivafan for all of your help. And so you know this chapter is one of the reason's the M rating is there.

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Saturday Night

"I never pictured you as one for a pub." Ziva said, looking around at the darkened room.

"I'm not really. The owner Jack's a friend of mine. We were on the force together." Tony replied.

Ziva studied her pint and took sip. "This isn't half bad."

"Don't tell me you've never had Guinness before."

"I have, just in Ireland. I don't know what Americans add to beer to make it taste like metal." Ziva's voice trailed off. Her gaze darted past Tony briefly before she resumed eye contact. He saw a flash of emotion, discomfort?

Tony felt a familiar hand slap him on the shoulders. He grinned as the face of his friend came into view. "Hey, Tony. We still set to watch the game at your place tomorrow?"

"Hey Jack." Tony said. "Yeah, 2 pm?"

With out waiting for an invitation Jack sat in one of the open chairs and before Tony could make introductions he said. "Hey Ziva."

"Hello again Jack." Ziva. She locked eyes with Tony and refused to meet the other man's gaze. Casual indifference radiated off her in waves.

"You know each other?" Tony asked.

"We've….met." Ziva said. The corner of her mouth tilted up in a half smile.

Tony felt his stomach rise and sink. Ziva. Ziva's the one Jack's been talking about, for months now. She was the one nightstand. Or all night stand as he puts it. What did he say about her? Something about strawberries and my ears are still ringing and…At the time Tony'd been paying attention to a rather flirtatious redhead and hadn't listened to Jack extol the virtues of his mysterious fling.

Ziva nodded in confirmation at Tony. She knew what he was thinking.

"You never called." Jack said to her.

"Never said I would." She kept her eyes fixed on Tony and sipped from her pint. "I'm sure you'll get over it."

Seeing that he was not going to get anywhere with Ziva, Jack stood. "Well, I'll leave you two to it." He leaned in to Tony and in a staged whisper loud enough for Ziva to hear he said. "You're playing with fire."

Ziva watched him retreat into the background and shook her head.

"So, you and Jack?" Tony asked.

"It wasn't anything to remember." She said. Ziva was saved further explanation by the arrival of their food. She stabbed at a piece of chicken and ignored Tony's querulous look. Finally she took a deep breath and said, "So you never had a real pet?"

"Sea Monkeys." He replied.

"I said real pet Tony. Invertibrates are not real pets."

"Then no. You?"

"I had a cat. Shasti."

"Does that mean something in Hebrew?"

"Russian actually. It means happiness."

"I didn't know you spoke Russian."

"I don't. I didn't name her, my sister did. She was a good cat. She slept on my pillow."

He laughed and she smiled at him. "What?" She asked.

"You. Volunteering information. Tell me Ziva David, were you a girlie girl?" he leaned across the table, a glint in his eyes.

"What's that?" She asked.

"You know. Wears dresses, likes pink, wants a pony…"

"I was just me."

"Alright then. I was a pain in the ass."

"What do you mean was?" She asked.

"Hahaha. Very funny. "

Ziva gave him a wicked smile and kicked him under the table.

Tony pulled back and scowled at her. "I didn't like taking orders. I did my own thing and no matter what anyone else said or thought."

She slid him a coy look. "So you like control. Nothing wrong with that, I do too."

"Oh really? I hadn't noticed."

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Tony lay on the sofa, his feet hanging uncomfortably over the edge. He'd opted to spend the night in the living room in hopes of actually being able to sleep. It didn't seem to be working. No matter how he moved, thoughts of Ziva followed him.

Even with his eyes closed he could picture her naked form perfectly. He saw her pounding the pavement in front of him as she ran. He felt her skin on his in the shower. He tasted her as he kissed her, felt her body respond as he took her breast in his mouth. He'd never even slept with her, but he knew what she looked like naked and it was driving him mad. The more he thought about her the smaller the sofa became. Well. At least I don't have to hide in the bathroom to fix this. Benefits of trying to sleep on the sofa. He slid his arm under the blanket. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath...

Ziva stood in front of Tony's bedroom window. The city lights illuminated the room through the parted curtain. She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. It was early enough in spring to still be chilly at night and the air felt cool on her skin. She glanced back at the bed thought of the cold sheets against her already chilled body. Then she imagined Tony in bed with her, the two of them locked in a sweaty embrace and she knew he would feel warm against her skin. If she closed her eyes she could almost feel him.That's it. She padded softly into the living room.

Tony sat up. "Hey." How long had she been standing there? "Hey." She sat beside him. "Busy?"

He shifted uncomfortably. "Not any more."

She looked down at his lap. "I can see that." Ziva raised an eyebrow. She didn't want to admit just how much it turned her on. Knowing what he'd just done. She wondered if he

knew she had been doing the same thing only moments earlier.

She cleared her throat."For what it's worth I'm sorry about last night."

"What, the faking the orgasm part or the pounding on the door?"

"A little bit of both. Your turn."

"What do I have to apologize for?"

"Stealing my towel."

"After you just about froze off my favorite body part? I don't think so."

Ziva laughed and placed her hand on his thigh and gave it a small squeeze. "I have an idea."

"I'm listening." He said excitedly.

"Truce?" She said. "Just for tonight."

"Sounds good."

Ziva stood, grabbed his hand and pulled him upright. "You can stop picturing me naked."

He winced inwardly. Was he that transparent? "I'm only thinking about sleep."

"Right," Ziva said leading him down the hall. "Sleep."

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