Hey, just a heads-up: My grandfather is very ill and we are flying out to go see him tomorrow. I do not yet know how long I will be staying and if my internet connection will be working over there in order to update this. I promise to finish this story, but the next few chapters may not come at such regular intervals as they have been.

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Disclaimer: Last night I dreamt that I owned them. Then I woke up.

Things were a bit awkward after that conversation they had in the bathroom. Ziva still did not understand her intense attraction to him – funnily enough she did not even think of the possibility that they were soulmates as she has been blocking it out for all of her life.

As they watched the movie, both of them desperately waned to move closer to the middle of the couch just to be near the other. Tony was still incredibly angry about the space between them and Ziva started to doubt whether she made the wrong decision by telling him it was too soon. Her head told her it was the right decision, but again that feeling in her subconscious made her feel that being close to him was the right thing – too quickly or not. She did not really focus on the movie. Sure, her eyes were glued to the screen and she was watching the characters interact with each other, but her head was swirling with thoughts. Her brain and her subconscious were arguing with each other about how to approach the situation with Tony. Her brain told her to keep her distance, but she wanted to be close to him so badly.

Meanwhile, Tony was rehashing every interaction they have had since she came home with him the previous evening. It felt as if they have been in each other's company for weeks, yet it was only a meagre twenty four hours. He thought about the way she clung to him when he found her in the park and her broken voice when she told him she was the one who had killed Ari. And the fact that he was her brother. He remembered their shower and how well they fit together in his bed, even if they were only sleeping in it. He vowed to one day take her to that very same bed and seal their soulmate-bond by making love to her in it. However, at the present moment even touching her felt as if it wasn't going to happen anytime soon with her sitting so irritatingly far from him. Taking into account the amount of touching they have done in the past day, she should have been cuddled up to him with her head on his shoulder or in his lap instead of being all the way over there. He looked at her and saw her eyes were trained on the television, but her body was rigid and she looked very uncomfortable where she was sitting. He desperately wanted to reach over and pull her to him. His primal instinct was to be close to her, to protect her and to love her. He knew the loving part was a bit soon – he didn't exactly love her yet because that takes time – but he knew he was going to love her in the future. He only prayed to heaven that she will let him be a part of her life and someday love him back.

Their concentration was eventually pulled to the movie when there was a very romantic kissing scene between the two lead characters. A few minutes later, Tony turned his head towards Ziva, paused the movie and broke the silence for the first time.

"Would you like anything to drink?"

Knowing that this was her chance to make her decision about what she was going to do with whatever there was forming between them, she stood up to walk to the kitchen herself.

"Do not worry, I will get it. What do you want?"

"Soda is fine, thanks," came Tony's surprised answer. He watched her saunter to the kitchen, his eyes glued to her butt the entire way there.

Coming into the kitchen, Ziva went to the fridge and opened the door. Something about looking into the fridge always made her clear her thoughts. It was either the light or the cold or the combination of the two, but staring into Tony's refrigerator that evening helped her make probably the most important decision of her life, even if she did not know it at the time. Grabbing two cans of soda from the rack, she closed the door, squared her shoulders in determination and steeled herself for what she was about to do. Taking a deep breath, she walked into the living room with a slight smile on her face.

"Here you go, Tony," she said as she handed him the can.

"Thanks," he replied and waited for her to return to her seat at the end of the couch before pressing play again. He was shocked to his core when she instead sunk down right next to him, not meeting his eyes. He was stunned to silence for a few seconds, but finally caught up with himself. "Can I open that for you?" he asked, reaching for her can.

"Thank you," came her voice as she handed it to him. They both knew she was very capable of doing it herself, but letting him do it for her felt like a step in bridging the gap she had placed between them earlier.

He smiled at her when he gave her the open can back again, and caught her eyes. He was overjoyed that she was smiling back at him. And that she was sitting next to him. Opening his own can of soda, he pressed play on the remote and they watched the movie again, both a lot more content than they were just a few minutes ago.