A.N. This will be (hopefully) a collection of one-shots based on what song comes on my mp3. At the moment I am fairly sure they will all be based on Season 7 and I will say what episode there are spoilers for at the start because being in Australia I hate it when people don't say spoiler and then it ruins the next episode. Anyway enough of my ramblings. I'm not 100% happy with this but I am on a writing blitz at the moment so hopefully I will have a few chapters out. Please review with what you think- I love knowing peoples opinions...even bad ones =)

Disclaimer- I own nothing....but Christmas is soon.......

SPOILERS: SEASON 7 EPISODE 1 Truth or Consequences (but not massive ones)

Clair de Lune

I knew where I would be able to find her long before I heard the music. What felt like years ago now she had told me that when she was stressed or lost she would only go to one of two places.

The first was somewhere to dance. I knew from many nights spent together about this. No one else did; not Gibbs, not McGee and not even Abby. It made me feel a bit special all those years back knowing something about Ziva David that she usually kept to herself. It felt like I was finally breaking through one of her many walls that she had built around herself.

I knew she wouldn't be dancing. Not because she didn't want but because I knew she couldn't. Even after getting fixed up on the plane back to NCIS her legs weren't strong enough; barely supporting her own weight walking let alone dancing. So I knew exactly where she was.

She looked so small compared to the giant, empty room. She looked tired, beaten up and mentally exhausted yet still the soft melody erupting from beneath her fingers was amazing. I never understood why NCIS had such an expensive piano when people barely used it. Maybe once a year at an important function but I didn't wonder anymore I just listened.

I knew the song so well. I was the one who had taught her it so I should know it. She played it perfectly; better than me and I ducked my head in embarrassment. I could barely remember the last time I had played my piano.

The song started to build up and I could see her counting under her breath, her fingers moving across the keys which such practised elegance. It made me think of easier times when the two of us would stay at her house. The piano mixing with our voices until late in the night, only stopping if we were too tired to keep going or the neighbours threatened to call the police. Surely we weren't that bad....

I slowly walked up to her, not wanting her to stop playing. She didn't notice me so either my ninja skills were getting better or she was really tired. It was probably the latter. When I was right behind her I got really worried. Where were my ninja's ninja senses? I continued to fret silently until she said, her eyes never moving from the piano, her fingers never pausing, "What do you want Tony? You have been dangling around here for ages."

It took me a few seconds to realise what she was saying.

"Hanging Ziva, not dangling."

My relief of her noticing me was swept away when I didn't receive a snappy or witty remark back only a quiet 'sorry'. Things still weren't right here.

Her fingers began slowing down in a part of the song I knew they shouldn't be. I gently reached out a hand a brushed back some of her wild, tangled hair and she slowly leaned back into my touch. Not much but enough for me to know what it meant. The music stopped and I gently picked her up off the tiny stool, her eyes already drooping of their own accord.

"Shh Ziva," I whispered when she started to move. "It'll be okay I promise."

By the time we had reached the squad-room she was fast asleep and I saw Gibbs watching us, a suspicious frown on his face. That wasn't right either. Our team had to restore its trust. Gibbs's trust in Ziva and Ziva's trust in me. I didn't worry though because worrying wasn't going to help anyone. I simply placed sleeping Ziva in my chair using the horrible old coat to cover her.

We could work out trust later, for now I was just happy we were all alive.

Okay I know corny last line but I had to end it with something......this is why I don't like writing one-shots. ANYWAY....REVIEW! Please and make my day.

Jules