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Tony opened his eyes and there she was lying on his bed wearing skimpy see-through lingerie.
"Good morning," she purred in his ear.
He felt his whole body stiffen at the sound of her voice.
"Ziva…" Tony pulled the covers up around himself some more. "What are you doing here… in my bed… wearing that?"
"Don't act like you don't like it Tony."
"I'm not acting."
She came closer and he swallowed hard. She began kissing his neck.
"Yeah, you can stop that now," Tony told her.
She ignored him.
"How did you get into my apartment Ziva?"
"I followed you."
"You were stalking me?"
"I wouldn't call it stalking…"
"I would."
Ziva leaned over him, attempting to look seductive. The look, however, was not accomplished and her face frightened Tony to the point of developing goosebumps. Her frizzy mane of hair fell forward, covering momentarily the widow's peak she adorned symbolizing the devil. As she leaned forward more, Tony got lost in the frizz. He couldn't see. He couldn't breathe. He was suffocating! He sneezed, he coughed, he spluttered, until she finally sat back up to reposition herself over him and he got some much needed fresh air. As she sat there on top of him, Tony got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to get up and run but he found himself unable to move.
"Ziva I need to get up and you need to go home," he said as calmly as he could.
She completely ignored him and instead pulled her top up and over her head.
Tony was never one to scream like a girl even in the most frightening of times but, right then and there, he'd have given Ned Flanders a run for his money.
His scream was enough to wake him up and he sat bolt upright in his bed panting. He quickly scanned the room. No Ziva. He breathed a deep sigh of relief.
Just a nightmare. A horrible, horrible nightmare.
Tony flopped back against his pillow and looked across at his bedside table. He smiled and reached for the photo frame that sat there.
Oh, Katie. I wish you'd come back, he thought, as he stroked his thumb over the photo he'd taken of her last year at a crime scene.
"Ziva scares me," he whispered to her.
And he could have sworn he heard her laugh.
Well… that was refreshing. Had to get a little bitterness out. Ziva's the obvious target for that! Please review! (If you like Ziva and hated this fic, well I told you not to read it so don't review and abuse me!)