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Tony answered the door when he heard the knock. Ziva was on the other side. It had been a strange few days. First there had been their trip to Berlin, with the two of them kissing and almost losing their lead. Then Bodnar had crashed into Tony's car, stealing the diamonds that they had recovered in Berlin. Finally, after Ziva had gone on her own to hunt the man who killed her father, Bodnar had been apprehended and arrested. The team had been given a few days off. Tony had not seen Ziva for two days.
Tony opened the door wider and Ziva stepped in. There seemed to be something different about her, almost contented.
'How are you?' asked Tony, perching on the arm of the sofa. He had been concerned about Ziva, given what had happened. When they realised where Ziva had gone, he, Gibbs and McGee rush to the Port of Baltimore and found Ziva and Bodnar fighting. The fight had seemed to take it out of her.
'I am a bit sore, but all in all, I am OK' she replied. 'I did not come over to talk about that though.'
'Oh, what did you want to talk about?' asked Tony, curiously. Ziva seemed a little nervous and hesitated for a moment but then she stepped forward, cupped Tony's face and kissed him.
Tony responded by standing up and deepening the kiss. Ziva's hands went to his waist and Tony in turn cupped her face. Both of them had been thinking about their Berlin kiss since it happened, not to forget Tony intertwining his fingers with Ziva's in the car before the crash. Neither of them knew what to do about it. Ziva had to deal with other things first. Things involving Bodnar and Mossad. However, once they were over, there was only one place she wanted to be.
Tony pushed Ziva towards the wall as it became intense. She smelled like the citrus shower gel she used, he smelled like the freshly baked pizza he had ordered for dinner. They poured their feelings and emotions into the kiss. Eventually the need for air broke them apart. Tony rested his forehead against Ziva's, the two of them breathing in sync. Tony reached up and brushed Ziva's hair out of her face and behind her ears.
He smiled. Not one of his cheesy, big grins, but a small one, of genuine happiness. Tony kissed Ziva again and guided her towards the bedroom. They continued to explore each other, getting to know each other. It was loud and intense.
'What just happened, Zi?' Tony asked quietly as they laid on his single bed.
'We had sex Tony. Surely you know what we did.'
Tony chuckle. 'I'm fully aware of what we did, and it was... incredible.' Ziva smiled. 'But what happened?'
Ziva turned to look at Tony. 'When we were in Berlin, and we were dancing, I realised something.'
'What?'
'That I am in love with you Tony.' Ziva kissed him. When they broke apart, they rested their foreheads against each other again.
'I am crazy about you, Ziva' whispered Tony. 'I cannot stop thinking about you. You are the most beautiful woman I know. I cannot image my life without you, Zi.;
Ziva looked into Tony's eyes. Whilst he had not said it, she could see his love for her. It was in his eyes, written all over his face. She kissed him again. He pulled her closer, not wanting to let go.
The next morning Tony awoke to find Ziva still lying next to him. He smiled thinking of the night before, where they had laid everything out before them and did not worry about the consequences. The result was the best night either of them had experienced in a long time. Tony kissed Ziva's bare shoulder lightly. She smiled and sighed at the feel of him.
'Morning' whispered Tony.
'Morning' replied Ziva, turning her head so that she could see his face. Tony leant forwards and kissed her.
'God, you're beautiful Zi' whispered Tony. Ziva shifted onto her back so they could see each other better. They spent the rest of the morning in bed, not wanting to break the dream they appeared to be in. Eventually they got up in search for food. They sat on Tony's sofa, watching movies and eating the pizza that laid forgotten from the night before.
It wasn't long before they were naked again, discovering new things about each other. The previous night had been incredible, but both knew that it could only get better. The deeper they trusted each other, the more they allowed themselves to become lost in each other, the better their relationship could be.
Ziva had realised that she was in love with Tony after they had kissed. Tony was busy looking for the waiter but Ziva could not take her eyes off him. Seeing Tony in the crashed car had also confirmed her feelings. He appeared to be unconscious and all she wanted to do was to make sure that Tony was alright.
However, Bodnar appeared, ruining her plan. When Eli first died, Ziva had wanted to hunt and kill the man responsible. Her relationship with her father had been strained most of her adult life, but when she saw him lying in the doorway in Vance's house, Ziva's heart brok
Yet dancing with Tony in the Berlin nightclub seemed to change Ziva's initial plan. She no longer wanted to kill her father's murder, but arrest him and make sure he stood trial. Revenge did not equal killing anymore for Ziva. It now meant getting justice, it meant taking another step away from her old life and into a new one. Hopefully with Tony.