I toyed with the idea of making Ziva and Ari lovers, but decided that was just too complicated and would set back the Tiva. So I'm sticking with canon and leaving them siblings.
Disclaimer: Still no. *cries*
She wondered what was bothering him.
Yesterday when they met he had seemed so nice, in fact she was very attracted to him, until the conversation turned to Ari. She still has not completely gotten over the fact that everyone here seems to believe that Ari is a killer. Well, he is, because he was trained as a Mossad Assassin, but she did not believe that he would so brutally kill this Kate woman as they all seem to believe he did.
Especially Special Agent DiNozzo.
In fact, they have not spoken since they met. She was not sure how she felt about that. She felt an attraction to him – a strong one – but how could they ever make it work? She has already vowed to keep her distance from him since he had said that he wanted Ari dead-
No. Correction: he wanted the bastard dead.
And that stung. Very much.
She knew her brother as a sweet, kind-hearted person. They have always gotten along fine. They had been there for each other when their father had not. He was there for her when her first crush broke her heart. She was there for him when they got the news that his mother had died. They were there for each other when they lost Tali.
Yet nobody here at NCIS seems to believe in his innocence.
And that bothered her. A lot more than it should have.
The one whose actions confused her most was Agent DiNozzo's.
He seems to be attracted to her, very much so, but he is determined to hide it. And she does not understand why. Just now when she saw him in the elevator it was evident by the way that he studied her face that he liked what he saw, but then he just stormed past her and into the squad room. She had felt the shiver running down his spine when their arms had brushed. She had felt one too. Then she had even caught herself watching his backside when he walked to his desk – and a handsome one he had too.
What puzzled her even more than his actions was her own.
She had vowed to keep her distance, yes, but she could not help seem to stop herself from feeling attracted to him when he is in the vicinity.
No: scratch that. He did not even have to be in the vicinity.
Last night she had had a dream about him. About them.
They were in the bull pen. Alone.
She was sitting in McGee's chair and he in his, just like when they met.
In fact, the dream was exactly the same as their first meeting, up to where he had come to stand before her, with his hands in his belt buckle and she had checked him out, her eyes lingering a second too long on where his hands were clasped.
That was then it changed.
She had stood up, looking his straight in the eyes and she had noticed the look of pure lust on his face, most likely mirroring her own.
Suddenly his hands were no longer on his own waist, but on hers pulling her closer as their lips crashed together and her arms flew around his neck. She moaned when she felt his tongue trace the outside of her bottom lip, seeking entrance which she granted as her hands thrust into his hair, pulling him closer.
His hands were wandering over her hips, her back and through her hair, cupping her face before returning downwards. Their kiss was electrifying, making all the hairs on her body stand up with its intensity.
And that was when it stopped. She had wanted to desperately for it to continue, but it had not.
Just thinking about it know was making her feel hot.
She suddenly remembered where she was and quickly walked to the ladies' room to try and calm herself down a bit.
What she did not know was that one Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo was watching her the entire time where she was standing in front of the elevator. He could only see her in profile, but he knew that she was having some sort of fantasy.
His blood boiled when the saw her practically running to the ladies' room, thinking that the fantasy was probably about her and Ari.