A/N: Well, here is the long awaited Tony chapter. I've had this written for quite sometime but I wanted to post it last. Ok, on to what I wanted to say here. Since Thanksgiving was yesterday and I finally got to watch "Child's Play" I'd like to give thanks to a few people.

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Tony sat tiredly in his desk chair. Gibbs was downstairs talking with Ducky and McGee was in Abby's lab working on something that was too techno-geek for Tony to understand. It wouldn't have mattered if they had been in the same room less than ten feet away from him. In the emotional state he was in, almost nothing permeated the fog of depression anymore, except her. Every once in a while around the building, in the men's room, in the break room, in observation, on her jogging trail he would see a glimpse and know it was a ghost of her memory in his mind. It was never more than a glimpse and she never spoke or even looked at him and he never saw her face, just her hair or her ear or her hand or her profile for a fraction of a second.

Until that day in the bullpen, that is. He was staring blankly across at her desk when he blinked and she seemed to be there, slouching provocatively against the front edge of her desk, dressed in that flowing green dress she wore on their undercover mission, with her beautiful brown curls falling loosely around her shoulders and her sparkling chocolate eyes twinkling at him. Then she laughed, a light, happy, tinkling sound that almost made him smile. Just the corners of his mouth lifted up, but it was more than he had smiled in months.

"We had some good times in this dress did we not?" his remembered Ziva asked.

"Yeah, we did," he replied with the lightest of chuckles and a good look up and down her before faint bruises became visible on her arms and he looked at her face, trying desperately to ignore the hurt he could see materialize on her body. He knew something terrible had happened to her, but he wanted to pretend, if only for a moment, that it was just the two of them talking like old times.

"You know, you are nothing like all the men in your movies," Ziva began thoughtfully and teasingly. "They are all handsome when they are brooding. You seem so depressed you look like you are about to kiss the bucket."

Tony chuckled at her butchering of another idiom. "It's kick the bucket and no I don't."

Ziva just rolled her eyes before continuing. "It is funny, yes? That the first time I met you, you were doing this to your previous partner, to Kate? As long as you do not start imagining me naked I will not have to hurt you," Ziva teased, fingering the small container of paperclips on the desk behind her. Tony smiled ever so slightly, knowing exactly the moment she was talking about.

His memory got the better of him and his image of Ziva stood up, no longer leaning on the desk, and began untying her dress, just as she had in their hotel room three and a half years previously. "You know, you were just so good undercover," he said with a smirk which she suspiciously returned. "And that dress always looked best on the floor."

The pointed smirk Tony aimed at her waist caused the dream Ziva to look down at her hands moving of their own accord and allowing him to see parts of her he hadn't seen in person in a long time. "Tony! I'm halfway across the world at the bottom of the ocean or in who knows what kind of situation and you are having a sexual fantasy about me!" she yelled, chastising him with some amusement. He just chuckled. As the dress slid open and off her shoulders she yelled, "DiNozzo!" again before Gibbs stepped in from the elevator and ruined his fantasy.

Gibbs slammed one of his desk drawers shut in frustration. "DiNozzo, stop daydreaming and get back to work," he said loudly, but lacking the usual force.

Tony nodded lightly and put his fingers back to the keys. A few seconds of wistfully staring later, the soft scent of Ziva's shampoo and perfume washed over him and he felt the presence of her memory over his shoulder as usual. She licked his ear and lightly slapped his face before disappearing again.

A/N: Loved it? Hated it? Want me to continue? Or stop here? Let me know. =]

And I'm working on a little Christmas-Hanukkah fic that might be out soon-ish. I don't know what I'm going to call it. Maybe Christmakkuh or something like that, but be on the lookout for some laughs and some Tiva fun.