Friday couldn't come any quicker for Tony and Ziva. Tony was nervous…very nervous, but Ziva on the other hand was a different story. She was excited in a sense. She was jumpy all Friday, she wanted to get home and wait for Tony, and she was feeling like a school girl having her first date.

She was now showered and fresh. Wearing a knee length flared skirt, a pale green thin strap vest, just a casual outfit she told her self. It was round about 8 when Tony showed up at her door. She opened the door and greeted him in.

"Hey Tony, come on in"

"So…hmmm that smells del-is-cious" he said smelling the vegetable lasagne that she had prepared.

"Well…it better taste like it"

"I'm sure it will" he said taking a seat on his couch

They were now both on the couch watching the movie Tony had brought along. (A/N can't think of a movie…a romantic/comedy one). Ziva's eyes widened she realised that the main characters of the movie were making out and was about to 'get it on', making her extremely uncomfortable next to her partner.

"Errrm…I'll go…and…erm get dinner sorted" she practically ran into the kitchen

"Right...yeah…sure" she called after her. He realised that this was not the sort of movie that you should watch with someone you have feelings for. Very wrong movie. He slowly raised form his seat and walked into the kitchen.

"Can I help" he asked cautiously, not to startle her.

"Wow…you are actually offering to help" she replied with a smirk

"Hey…I can be a gentleman" he scoffed at her comment.

"Okay…would you please be a gentleman and get the plates out…they in the cupboard above"

Tony walked over to cupboard above the sink where Ziva was standing; he stood behind her and reached up, which in return made Ziva's breath catch in her throat. He was so close, that his lips were merely half an inch from her neck.

"The one next to it" she said in whisper, which wasn't supposed to be a whisper to begin with.

"Okay" he replied with a smirk, sensing her discomfort. His breath tickled her neck, making her suck in her breath. He took out the plates and set the table, Ziva, who was knocked out of her trance when Tony nudged her arm, set the lasagne on the table. Dinner went by in silence; both the agents didn't say a word. After dinner and the washing up to which Ziva insisted that she could o it herself Tony settled himself on the couch, Ziva walked with two glasses of wine and handed one to him.

"Thanks" Ziva sat in silence. He broke the awkward silence "how long are we going to avoid it Ziva…pretend like everything is fine between us". Ziva looked at him eyes glued to his beautiful emerald greens. He was now getting furious, "damn it Ziva…talk to me. We pretend like everything is fine between us, but there is no twinkle in your eyes when you talk to me like there used to be" he waited for her to say something, but nothing came out of her mouth, so he continued "Your smile, the way you talk and walk, your anger, the way you get your idioms wrong, everything about you brings out a part of me that I hadn't even known I had" he hesitated before adding "day by day, I fell in love with you more and more, but I can't help but still be in love with you because now you're my oxygen, you've become a part of me" (A/N: Cliché…I know). Ziva just stared at him, this was not what she expected from the night, but she was confused top what she wanted to say to him. She knew she loved him. That much was enough

She walked into the kitchen. "So that's it…you are not gonna say anything" he said as he followed her into the kitchen. She placed her wine glass on the counter, and turned around to come face to face with him. "What do you want to me say Tony…you want to me to tell you how much I love you, how much I miss your old, annoying and immature self. Because I can't Tony…I can't" she said as her tears sliding down, just like her relationship with Tony was going to "I can't force my self to trust you because I trusted Ari and Michael, they both misused that trust and they both ended up dead. I love you too much to let you in. I have lost enough in my life; I don't want to lose you too"

"I'm not going anywhere Ziva, I promise" Tony said as he inched closer to her.

"Do promise something you cannot be sure of Tony" she said in between sobs. He moved closer and held her in his arms, where she cried for all the people that she lost her mother, Tali, Ari even Michael. Minutes passed, which felt like hours to Tony and Ziva, Ziva moved away from Tony and looked him in the eyes.

"Do you really love me?"

"More than anything else…even movies" he said with a small smile playing on his lips.

"I'm touched…but…erm…I need time, to think things through" she said, still holding on to him.

"Take all the time you need" He said, hugging her back "I just want my old Ziva back" Tony felt her smile to his chest, where her face was hidden away.

"…and I want my old Tony back" she pulled back and looked at him, his eyes searching hers. She slowly rose to her toes and pecked him sweetly on the lips, to which he responded with the same sweetness. They both wanted more but they knew that there were many things unsaid between them. They needed to sort those out first, before they took any step further. She pulled back at looked at him; he had that sensitive glint in his eyes which showed his understanding. They pulled apart from their embrace.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow at work"

"Yes, you will" he walked to the front door and was about to open the door when she pulled him back for one final kiss. She stood leaning on the closed door and whispered "I love you too". He walked out of the apartment with a smile on his face. They were both going to sleep really well tonight, especially Ziva.

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