Ziva opened the door to her apartment, reaching for the light switch when she decided to forget about it. She and Tony both knew her apartment by heart, and they carefully moved around the random objects on the floor as they linked hands, barely able to see their faces. They made it to the kitchen, the occasional 'thump' and cursing in Hebrew behind them as they both tried to stifle laughter. Of course, they hadn't meant to not turn on the lights just because Michael wasn't used to her apartment, right? No, they weren't that mean.

Silently, Ziva opened up the refrigerator and pulled out two beers. Her hand not leaving Tony's, they made it back into the living room right as an annoyed Michael entered the kitchen.

"What movie are we going to watch tonight?" She asked, "Continuing the James Bond marathon, yes?"

"Whatever you say, sweet cheeks." He said, leaning down to peck her on the lips as the light turned on. They both turned to look at an angry Michael.

"Ziva, could you have not bothered to turn on the light?"

"Oh." She said, "I will remember that. Movie?"

"No thank you. I will just…can I just go to bed now?" He asked, and Tony and Ziva both looked at each other.

"No."

"Why not?" Michael demanded, obviously upset.

"Because Papa did not realize that this is a one bedroom apartment."

"Is he spending the night?" Michael asked, pointing to Tony.

"Of course." She responded, as if he had asked a stupid question, "He always does."

"Well where does he normally sleep?"

"In my bed…" She smiled seductively at Tony, "With me." She suddenly felt his hand grabbing her ass, and she jumped before playfully whacking him in the stomach, "You will sleep on the couch, Michael. Unless you want to go to the hotel with Papa, because that is fine with me."

"I am sure it is. Movie it is."

Ziva smiled and popped the DVD in before turning to Tony and grabbing his tie, "Let's get changed." She smiled before pulling him into the bedroom, closing and locking the door behind her as she undid his tie and slid off his shirt. Her lips met his as they wrapped their arms around each other, Ziva's hands reaching for his dress shirt buttons before undoing them all and sliding his shirt off of his shoulders. Her hands ran over his muscles, groaning as his tongue slid into her mouth. Just as the straps of her dress fell off, the top part of her body exposed as the straps rested on her hips, Tony broke off the kiss.

"Ziva, we really shouldn't be doing this." Tony breathed, "Not with Rivkin in the house."

"Mmm but why not?" She asked, nibbling his ear, gently, before continuing to place kisses down his neck.

"Because, Ziva, Michael obviously has something planned, I can just tell, and I don't think you want him going back to Daddy saying that I screwed you over….literally."

She huffed, "Fine, Tony, if that is really what you want…" She let go of him and started over to the dresser, pulling out sweatpants and a t-shirt, slipping them on before staring at him, "Well, are you going to get dressed or just stand there like an idiot?"

"Oh…yeah…uh…" Once Tony finally got dressed, they both headed out from the bedroom.

"Wow." Michael said as he looked at them from where he was sitting in one of the chairs, watching the movie, "You two really know how to have fast sex."

Tony and Ziva looked at each other before both sitting down on the couch. Ziva grabbed the quilt off of the floor and pulled it around her before snuggling in with Tony and resting her head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer to him. After a while of watching the movie, he stared down at his partner, who seemed deeply engrossed into it. However, about twenty to thirty minutes later, a soft snoring started, and he looked down to see Ziva fast asleep, her mouth slightly open, her eyes closed shut, but the eyelids shaking. She winced in her sleep, moaned, and then wrapped her arms around Tony's waist, pulling him closer to her before she fell into a deeper sleep. It was only then that he realized just how lucky he was to have her, for her to just have come right out and admitted her feelings. She and he both knew that they were running their relationship right now clearly on sexual tension, and that was what scared Tony. He didn't want to go too fast, for he had had enough experiences with women in which he had 'gone too fast with'. Needless to say, that didn't end well. He also knew what it was like to take things too slow, for example, Jeanne. He shuddered at the memory of her. He didn't want Ziva to be another Jeanne, he wanted everything to be taken the right pace.

The movie ended, and Michael got up to turn it off. It was only then that Tony remembered that Rivkin was even in the room.

"I need to take a shower." he commented, not looking at anything in particular.

"Down the hall, first door on your right." he nodded as he disappeared. Tony heard the door close and the water starting to run before Ziva let out a whimper. He was shocked. He had never heard Ziva whimper before. Suddenly, her eyes shot open, and she sat up quickly, looking around frantically.

"Ziva, Ziva." Tony called, trying to pull her back down, "Ziva?"She turned her head so that he wide-eyes could face him, "Tony." She flung her arms around him and buried her head into his shoulder.

Tony was confused, "Sweetcheeks?"

"Tony…" She started as she turned her face up to him, "Why does my father dislike you?"

"Because I'm not Jewish."

"That is not a good reason!" She backfired, as if she was having an argument with herself, and was badly losing, "I do not understand his idiocy, his behavior! It is rude, cruel, and…ugh, I can not stand him."

"Where did this come from?"

Ziva suddenly stood up, grabbing Tony's hand, "It was nothing. Come on, Tony, let's go. I must be overtired…"

"Rivkin's in the shower, if you're wondering."

"I am not. Let's go to bed." She said, pulling him towards the bedroom, "And not that way either, I am very tired, and if we both come in late tomorrow Gibbs will be-" She stopped in between her bed and the doorway, "Gibbs." She dropped Tony's hand, "Oh my god, Gibbs." She spun around to face him, "What about Gibbs, Tony? What are we going to do? How are we going to explain this to Gibbs? He has a rule…rule twelve! We are breaking it, we broke it…"

"Ziva, Ziva, calm down, all right? Look, I know that it's hard to keep secrets from Gibbs, but we can do it, as long as we get Daddy dearest to shut his trap about it and Mr. Mossad as well, then we're fine. Just calm down. Besides, what's the worst that Gibbs can do? Slap us?" Tony joked, but Ziva shook her head, crawling into bed. Tony sighed and looked after her, "Ziva? Ziva, please."

"I believe you, Tony." She said in a small voice, "I believe you. We will keep our relationship a secret."

"Atta girl!" He smiled before crawling into bed next to her. She turned off the light and her head automatically moved to his chest, her dark brown curls spooling over his chest. His hand found hers, and she grasped it tightly as she felt his soft lips on the crown of her head as well as his other arm wrapping around her waist.

"Goodnight, Ziva." He whispered.

"Lailah Tov, Tony." She whispered back before she fell asleep.