Okay so I got a couple complaints that it was very very OOC. So I'm stopping this story here. I believe that in this VERY VERY short chapter I have done my best to clear up this problem. So here you go!
Tony immediately sat up, blinking a couple of times, breathing heavily into the pitch black darkness. He strained his eyes to stare around the room, but he couldn't see anything; his eyes hadn't adjusted yet to the lack of light.
He could feel the cold beads of sweat rolling down his face and he wiped them away with one hand before he realized that he was sitting on something soft…his bed? Why was he in his bed? He slowly regained his eyesight and noticed that he was sitting up in bed in his room. It was all just a dream? But it seemed so vivid…he could almost feel her on top of him…he glanced over at his clock and read the time. Almost 0500h…they hadn't even missed a couple of hours of work, much less a whole day.
He heard soft snoring next to him, and he turned his head to stare at the beautiful goddess that lay next to him. Her hair was sprawled all over her back, for she was lying on her stomach, wrapping her arms around the pillow and holding it close to her.
So at least one thing hadn't changed. He started absentmindedly running his fingers through her hair.
He was still dating Ziva, but her father didn't want to take her away to Israel.
Michael wasn't chasing after them.
They hadn't gone to Vegas (a spur of the moment decision.)
They hadn't skipped work.
They hadn't had sex yet.
They hadn't run from Gibbs and McGee in Las Vegas.
He hadn't refused sex in an airport from Ziva.
They hadn't gotten married.
He sighed and stared down at her. She looked so peaceful, so vulnerable, and so gorgeous when she slept, he couldn't believe it. But she wasn't his. He nestled down into the sheets, pulling them close to him as he let go of his partner and turned to the side to gaze at her. The moonlight was shining through his window and reflected off of her skin, highlighting only some of her features. But even through the goddess look Ziva had in his bed, one thought ran through his mind; He wasn't married to her. It almost broke his heart just thinking about it. It swelled it just thinking that she was that close to being his. "Maybe someday, sweetheart." He whispered, kissing her forehead, "Maybe someday." And then he promptly went back to sleep.
THE END
Sorry about that. Really, I wanted to continue. I knew everything that was going to happen. So sorry if I offended anyone, especially the NCIS characters. I feel horrible now.