A/N: HEY. WHEN I FIRST STARTED TYPING THIS CHAPTER, I WAS GOING TO TYPE ABOUT SIX PAGES, THEN FIND A GOOD PLACE TO STOP. THEN I TURNED ON THE RADIO AND HEARD SOME TERRIBLE NEWS. MICHAEL JACKSON DIED AT ABOUT 2:00 TODAY. (ON THE WEST COAST) SO I GOT ALL DEPRESSED AND DECIDED TO TYPE AWAY THE BAD NEWS. SO HERE IT IS. A REALLY REALLY REALLY LONG CHAPTER. TEN PAGES OF WRITING. HOPE YOU LIKE IT. R&R.

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He leaned a little closer to her a whispered so quietly she could barely hear him, "Ziva, we need to talk."

Ziva's whole body froze. "Not now."

But Tony's mind was made, "Yes. Now." He grabbed her book and slammed it shut.

"Hey! You lost my place."

"Ziva, now."

Ziva looked into his eyes, her own sad and worried. "No. Tony, don't do this." He looked back at her a hurt expression on his face.

"Ziva..." He said softly, but was cut off when Gibbs decided it was time to save Ziva. He knew what Tony was thinking. It was written all over his face, and they both had to be ready to have that conversation. It was obvious she wasn't.

"Time to go, everybody up." Tony looked startled, having completely forgotten there were other people in the room. He looked around at them as if seeing them for the first time.

Abby looked like her birthday had come early, McGee feigned a look of innocence, Jenny looked mildly amused and smirked, Gibbs looked furious.

Uh oh, Tony thought, had he said anything to give away what had happened in what he had said. He thought for a second, panicking, then relaxed. He had only said he wanted to talk to her. There was nothing wrong with that. Why wouldn't she? Did she know what he was going to say? Was he really that obvious?

They all got up and walked over to the gym, changed, and went out to wait for instructions.

A few minutes later Ginger and Willie walked out and greeted them, "Hello again. I hope you have all had a very enlightening day and are still having a wonderful experience." At this nervous glances were exchanged, but there was a mumbled assent none-the-less.

"Well," Ginger said in a much too cheery 'Good-morning America' voice, "Let's get started. We will warm up first, like we did yesterday, with a half-hour jog on the treadmills."

"And I still do not see the tip of running in the same spot for half an hour." Ziva countered.

"Point, Zee-vah, not tip. POINT." She glared at him, while everyone rolled their eyes at the pair.

They walked over the the treadmills and began to run. The first half hour was relatively easy for them. They ran in complete silence, even Tony at a loss for things to say; so the only sound was the humming of the mills. By the end of the run, Ziva had easily outdistanced them, and contrary to her argument before, she did feel better after running in place, even if she would never admit it.

The mood slowly started to lighten as they moved on to lifting weights as Tony started to tease McGee about his physique. Although McGee was mildly annoyed with Tony's antiques, he was also mildly gracious the awkwardness of the situation was lifting, so he took the jibes with little fuss.

As Ginger and Willie watched the team with amusement the began to notice some things about them. They noticed how much fun McGee and Abby had together, and how Gibbs would try to bench more and more weight, trying to show off to Jenny, who would smirk and roll her eyes in return, but obviously enjoyed the effort, and how Tony would continuously watch Ziva, who would pretend to be oblivious to his show of affection, but they caught her smiling about it a few times.

The hour passed quickly ending with some stretching and a ten minute cool down jog. And with that the team went to eat.

Throughout dinner, Tony was unusually quiet and polite, sitting and eating, staring at the table in front of him, occasionally glancing up at Ziva. He knew he was falling in love with her. It wasn't something he had consciously done, it had just... happened. After only finishing half of his food, he got up and walked out, wanting to be alone with his thoughts, Ziva watching him curiously as he walked out of the room.

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Going to bed that night was about as awkward as anyone could imagine. Well.... at least it was for Tony and Ziva. They crawled into bed as far away as possible from each other, Tony facing one direction, Ziva the other.

They lay in bed for hours, neither finding sleep easy to find. But, exhausted from the days activities, Tony did eventually drift off to a light troubled sleep.

Of course, now Tony's snoring made it even more impossible for Ziva to sleep. Needing to clear her head, she slipped out of the bed and out to the gym. She picked the lock, changed, then gave a light beating to one of the punching bags.

Forty five minutes later, she slowly made her way back to the cabins, the late, or early, hour finally catching up to her.

She entered the room to see everyone sleeping. McGee and Abby were cuddled together, and Jenny and Gibbs were too close for comfort. Although she didn't usually think things like this, they all really did look adorable together.

Her gaze then drifted to Tony and she sighed. Minus the snoring, he looked very innocent in his sleep. She laughed silently, how... ironic is that, as when he is awake he is anything but innocent. She smiled and took a minute just to watch him. She sighed again, almost wishing she had agreed to have that conversation earlier, before the workout. Maybe then things would be different between them. Better different.

She shook her head at herself. She had been making many decisions she regretted over the past few days, and they all revolved around Tony. First running off on him, now this. She was usually good at just moving on. What was it about her partner that was making her act like this. He mind began to wander, thinking about Tony and... **CENSORED**

Ziva shook her head and Gibbs-slapped herself. She should NOT be having thoughts like that about her partner. She quickly looked away from him and went to the shower, so she could rinse off before getting back into bed.

She undressed and stepped into a boiling hot shower letting the heat relax and massage her muscles, but it soon began to drain her of all remaining energy, so she turned off the water and wrapped herself in a towel before stepping out into the now steamy bathroom.

Tony woke up to the sound of nothing except the gentle breathing of his teammates.

"Zee-vah?" he whispered, turning over to find the cause of the missing snoring. And he found it, she wasn't there.

He sat up in bed, scanning the room, panicking, then noticed the light under the door of the girl's bathroom. He then began to pick up on the faint sound of her moving around, and sighed in relief.

He waited a few minutes expecting her to come out, and was surprised when she didn't. Confused, and beginning to worry again, he got up and knocked on the bathroom door to see if she was okay.

"Zee-vah?" He asked again, "You okay?" He heard her freeze. She opened up the door, causing a wave of steam to exit and engulf Tony. But Tony didn't even notice the steam. Ziva was standing there, brushing her hair, wearing nothing but a towel. He couldn't help him self. His eyes began to wander along her bare shoulders and long legs. He forced himself to suppress a moan. She had to be doing this on purpose. He tried to force himself to look away, but couldn't.

"I was showering." Her voice brought him back to his senses, and his eyes jumped back up to her face.

"I can see that. At two in the morning?"

"It is two seventeen." He rolled his eyes, so she continued. "I was working out."

"Zee-vah, it is two. What were you doing in the gym."

"Clearing my head."

"From what?" She paused, not sure what to say, until he decided he didn't really care at the moment. "Never mind, just come back to bed, you're going to be exhausted tomorrow."

Ziva merely rolled her eyes and closed the door. Tony didn't move. He waited outside until she exited a couple of minutes later. When she walked out his breath hitched. She was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of underwear. That was it. This time he couldn't suppress the small moan that escaped his throat, luckily Ziva didn't hear him. She was definitely doing this on purpose.

He forced himself to walk at a normal, slow pace back to the bed and crawl up next to her. But this time he didn't face away from her. He couldn't help but get up right next to her and put his arm around her waist and pull her up against his body, burying his face in her soft, damp hair.

When she felt Tony pull her close, at first she stiffened, until she realized how comfortable and safe she felt in his arms, so instead of pushing him away and immobilizing him like her instincts told her to, she rolled over to face him, lying her head against his chest.

Tony was pleasantly surprised by her reaction, but didn't let it show. Instead he only smiled into her hair and pulled her closer to him, finally falling into a deep peaceful sleep with her in his arms.

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The next morning Tony woke up, his face centimeters away from Ziva's. She was still asleep, which didn't surprise him considering how late she had stayed up, and snoring gently.

Sometime in the early hours of the morning, Ziva's legs had become intertwined with his, molding them together and making it impossible for Tony to move without waking her, but at the moment, that was quite alright with him. Lucky for them, he couldn't hear any movement anywhere else in the room, meaning no one else was awake and they wouldn't get in trouble for sleeping like that. He couldn't help but feel like a teenager who had snuck his girlfriend in through the window, and didn't want to be caught with her.

But instead of worrying about it, he took the time to watch Ziva sleep, loving the look of childlike innocence on her face as she slept. He couldn't help but give in to what he had been tempted to do for the whole day, and leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth, then pulled away slowly, wanting nothing more than for her to wake up and kiss him back.

Half of that wish came true. She opened her eyes, now awake, but instead of crashing her lips to his, she jumped slightly, startled to find him so close.

As soon as soon as he was sure she had gotten over the initial shock, he pulled her back to him and kissed her forehead. "Mmmm. Morning Sweetcheeks."

Her heart fluttered at the contact. She didn't respond, but smiled into his shirt. They just lay there, holding each other and basking in each other's warmth.

But of course, soon enough their moment was ruined when they heard movement coming from the other beds. Tony closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, savoring the last moments before he knew he would have to pull away.

When he heard someone begin to sit up, he leaned up and kissed her temple before pulling away so they would not get in trouble from the boss man.

At first Ziva was resistant to let him pull away, consequences be damned. She was comfortable. But then the mossad side of her thought about it logically and decided she probably should. So she kissed his chest and reluctantly reciprocated his movement.

When they pulled back they stared into each other's eyes, silently communicating, their looks mirroring each others, both saying the same thing: "I'm falling for you."

Ziva blushed and turned away from him a small small smile on her face. Tony on the other hand, had a huge grin plastered on his. This was the second time he had gotten her to blush in a week. It was a new record! Not that he was keeping track or anything...

Now there was obvious movement sounding throughout the room, and all tony could do was lay there on the bed, contemplating what he was going to do now. He and Ziva needed to talk. He didn't care how or when, (he hoped sooner rather than later) but it had to happen.

Soon enough he looked at the clock and saw it was about his normal waking hour, so he pretended to wake up. He sat up, stretched, yawned, and turned to Ziva, "Wake up, Zee-vah."

She groaned. "Go away." Causing him to laugh.

"Come one Ziva, time to wake up Sweetcheeks."

Ziva rolled over and hit him where it hurts and told him to shut up, and that they could sleep in, they had no where to be for a few hours.

"Breakfast." He said sadly. She opened her eyes a little and glared at him. "Okay, no breakfast for me today." He said obediently, causing her to close her eyes again and smile.

And so Tony sat there in bed playing with Ziva's hair as she continued to sleep.

Gibbs and Jenny had woken up and quickly gone to shower and eat so they could make it on time to their therapy session. Right before they left, Gibbs shot a 'Don't You Dare' glare at Tony, who grinned back, then continued to play with Ziva's hair, at this point not really caring what his boss thought.

Actually this wasn't completely true. Tony did want his boss's approval, but he wasn't going to give up on Ziva just because Gibbs didn't want them together.

About fifteen minutes after they left to the therapy session, McGee and Abby went to eat, Abby smiling the whole way out.

The second they had left, Ziva sat up in bed next to Tony and leaned against him, closing her eyes again.

"Good morning my little hairy butt," she greeted, yawning.

Tony grinned down at her and kissed her forehead. "Hey."

They were then quiet for a few minutes, enjoying each others company, until Tony broke the silence.

"Zee-vah?"

"Yeah?"

He paused. "I really do want to talk... whenever you're ready."

Ziva knew exactly what he wanted to talk about, and it started with an 'f' and ended with a 'eelings'. She thought for a minute. They would have to have this talk sooner or later, and she would prefer it not to be in the therapy session, in front of two almost strangers. She sighed.

"Talk." She stated simply.

This surprised Tony. He was expecting to be in physical pain by now, but he wasn't going to complain, so he started to talk.

"I kissed you yesterday...." he began uncertainly, "and you kissed back." He really didn't know where this was going yet. He took a deep breath and continued. "Zee-vah... I don't know what you were thinking at the time and I don't know what I was thinking at the time." This was not coming out right. He could tell by the stoic look on her face, so he raced to correct himself. "Wait, just listen. You said it was a mistake. And it was in a certain sense. It was bad timing on my part. I'm... hoping that's why you ran...." He paused in hopes for confirmation.

She looked away from him. "I was scared." She confessed. "I thought that you.... I am sorry."

"I am sorry, Zee-vah. I should have waited until I knew were both ready for that. Wait..." He paused again, worried, "This isn't totally one sided, is it? You..." he coughed nervously. "You feel it too?"

Ziva was having trouble forming words. She wasn't used to Tony being so open about his feeling. His personal life? Yes. His feelings? No. So she gave him a nod and a small smile, and blushed again, earning a huge smile from Tony.

"Ziva, I want something to happen here. I don't know what yet, but I need something. We can take this at your speed. Do you think we're ready for a... a... re.. rela... relationship.'

Ziva rolled her eyes, annoyed at how difficult is was for him to say that word, yet also shocked she heard it come out of his mouth. He obviously wasn't ready for anything big.

"Tony I want this, too, but I do not believe you are ready to commit. I do not want to share."

"Zee-vah right now I see you and only you."

"That is because we are the only two in the room."

Tony didn't bother to explain. "Please Ziva? One chance, that's all I need. Please?"

Ziva looked at him for a second, judging the truthfulness of his words. "Fine, Tony. Although I think I will probably regret it, I want to give us a try." She pause, looking up into his eyes for a second. She smiled mischievously, "I also want to try...." And with that she began to lean towards, but stopped, her mouth centimeters from his. "But only if you are ready."

Tony smiled happily at her, "This is one thing I know I can handle." And with that he closed the remaining distance between them, kissing her for the second time in two days.

This was different though. This kiss was slower and deeper. It had much more meaning than either could ever think was possible in a single kiss. This kiss was a promise, a commitment, a symbol of... something. Was it love?

Tony brought his hand up and cupped her face, bringing her slightly closer to him. But the kiss didn't deepen. It couldn't. If it did their bodies, which were already begging them to give into their desires, would take over, and that wouldn't be good for either of them.

Eventually they had to break away for air. Tony closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Ziva's. He then began to let his hands drift, down her neck to her shoulders, then down her arms to her waist. His hands then worked their way under her shirt, ever so slowly, testing for sensitive spots.

Whenever he found one, he would be rewarded with a tiny shiver and smile, which would engender the same response from him.

He was leaning in to kiss her again when they heard footsteps outside. Abby and McGee were back from breakfast and about to enter the cabin.

Tony groaned, but realized they had to stop. He quickly grabbed the back of her head and kissed her one last time before jumping out of bed and running to the bathroom for what he expected was going to be a very cold shower.

A/N: HEHE. I WROTE MOST OF THIS THIS STARTING AT ABOUT ONE IN THE MORNING FROM KODIAK TO ANCHORAGE. CONSIDERING THE EARLY HOUR, I'M HAPPY WITH HOW IT CAME OUT.

NOW, BEFORE YOU REVIEW, LET'S HAVE A MOMENT OF SILENCE FOR MICHAEL JACKSON. (THE SINGER, NOT THE FRESHMAN ENGLISH TEACHER AT MY SCHOOL)

LAST COMMENT: I NEED INSPIRATION FOR THE JIBBS IN THE NEXT CHAPTER. I STILL CAN'T GET IT TO COME OUT WELL. IF I DON'T GET INPUT, IT MIGHT BE A WHILE BEFORE YOU SEE THE NEXT CHAPTER. SO REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW.