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You belong with me

I'm in my room
It's a typical Tuesday night
I'm listening to the kind of music
She doesn't like
She'll never know your story
Like I do

But she wears short skirts
I wear t-shirts
She's cheer captain
And I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day
When you wake up and find
That what you're looking for
Has been here the whole time

She was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Just where she had been for the past five hours. Ever since she had left Jeanne to Tony. God she hoped she had done the right thing.

She was not used to this. Sitting home alone, thinking of some man. Normally, she would be doing one of two things. Either out, finding the guy she was thinking of, or out, trying to forget him. And yet here she was.

The silence was just too oppressive. It gave her too much time to think.

Rolling onto her stomach, she reached out, turning on the CD player Abby had bought her for her first Christmas, along with some rather interesting CD's. She found herself listening one of her favourite songs. She didn't even remember putting the CD in.

Rolling over again, she sank into the covers, her mind drifting again to Tony. She hated how he just slipped into her head, invading her personal space without even being in the room. She could hear his voice in her head, laughing at her as she slumped on the bed. It wasn't a nasty laugh. More like teasing her for showing a weakness.

'What?' she could hear his laugh, 'Our Crazy Ninja, tired? Who would've guessed?'

'Shut up!' she groaned into her pillow.

Getting up, she started for the shower, wondering as she went, why it was she was so stuck on him. She should just get over it.

Jeanne was perfect. Just what Tony wanted and needed. She was pretty, delicate and knew what she should wear to show herself off. And Ziva doubted she had ever killed anyone. On purpose.

That was another thing. She was a doctor. She saved people.

Ziva on the other hand, was a killer. She was more at home with a gun in her hand than some antibiotic.

She did appreciate the irony though. From the way she had looked earlier, Ziva knew Jeanne loved Tony. So there were two women in Tony's life. Both loved him, both took up a lot of his time. But other than that, they were complete opposites.

Sighing, she turned on the shower and let the warm water wash over her, smoothing the aches away.

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Tony sighed as he rolled over. Next to him was one of the most beautiful women in the world. He smiled as he took in her sleeping form. The smile vanished as he thought again how he was living a lie. He was not Tony DiNardo. She loved a man that didn't exist. He knew in his heart that it wouldn't end well, but he couldn't stop himself from falling in love with her.

He was slightly confused over last night. He had come home last night, expecting a fight, expecting to grovel at her feet. Instead, he had been met by a beautiful, smiling woman, saying she understood. He had asked the reason for the sudden change in mood, but the only answer he had got was that a friend had dropped by and explained everything.

Now, he found himself wondering who the friend had been. Who did he know that would visit his girlfriend to calm her down and save him? Who did he know who even knew he HAD a girlfriend, let alone where she lived?

No one knew. Except, perhaps, Ziva? She was a trained spy. Maybe she had found out where Jeanne lived.

Tony shivered slightly. Just the thought of Ziva and Jeanne in the same room scared him.

But that was stupid. Why did he feel like that? I mean, Ziva was just a friend, and Jeanne was his girlfriend. So why did the thought of them talking with each other so... freaky?

Okay, I really struggled with this one. It just didn't want to work, so sorry if it isn't very good.

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Jen.