Chapter 17
The team had decided to hit the rack after the long day of investigating, since they had begun their work at 5 a.m. They returned to the guest's quarters, and went to sleep. At least all but two of them did.
Tony and Ziva were up and wandering around.
"Are you okay Z?" Tony asked Ziva. They hadn't had any alone time since the day before, but with all of the chaos, it had felt like weeks.
"I am fine," Ziva said. She was lying though, and Tony could tell.
"No, you're not. Are you gonna be okay? We have only one day left here," Tony said with a kind look in his eyes.
"Yes. I'm just confused a little bit."
"How are you confused? We found our killer, and he confessed. Case closed, and you probably won't be held back if you need to beat him to a pulp," Tony replied trying to put a smile on her face.
Ziva looked at the floor, and she bit her lip to keep from crying.
Tony saw her shoulders shaking and put his hands on them.
Ziva looked up, and said to him, "My best friend from my childhood killed my father." She began to tremble in Tony's hands.
"It's okay Ziva. It'll be okay," Tony said comfortingly.
She looked up at her boyfriend and smiled. Then she kissed him. Ziva could feel the stress and the solemnities of the day flow out of her in that kiss.
Tony pulled her close as he kissed her and tilted his head so that they could kiss better. When they pulled apart, their foreheads were pressed together. "Feeling better? Or are you still freaking out?" Tony asked playfully.
Ziva punched him in the arm, and she was wearing a giant smile on her face.
"Yeah, you're definitely okay if you can still punch me in the arm. But I know what would make you feel even better," Tony said.
Ziva raised one eyebrow as if to ask what it was.
Tony pulled her to him, and kissed her again. The kiss was gentler this time, and Ziva had melted into Tony's arms.
While all of this was taking place, they were unaware of what else was going on. And the fact the Gibbs had seen everything.
-Gibbs' POV-
Will I please be dreaming this? I'll wake up in a few minutes to my alarm clock, and we'll wrapping up this case. It's already been two days; we'll finish and go home. I'm just
imagining this about my two agents. None of this is really happening, and they haven't broken Rule #12. Everything's gonna be fine. I can trust that Tony and Ziva are probably
asleep in their beds, and they'll wake up tomorrow exactly the same as they did today. They'll be bickering in their normal, annoying, headslap-worthy way. None of this is real.
Gibbs returned to his room, and went to bed.
Tony and Ziva were totally unaware that he had been there to witness them in their own little world. While he was thinking to himself, they were whispering to each other.
"I don't mean to bring up another thought to haunt you Ziva. But I was thinking about this earlier," Tony said. He truly didn't want to stress her out anymore, but he couldn't help but grin.
"Yes Tony? What is that?" Ziva asked.
"Well, when should we tell Gibbs about us? It's gonna have to come out sooner or later?" Tony felt good to have that off of his chest.
"Not now. How about when we get back to DC? We can have the whole team together, and we'll tell them. Is that okay?" Ziva asked him.
"Sounds good to me. Now let's get to sleep before I get really crabby in the morning," Tony said. He kissed Ziva on the forehead and said, "Good night Sweetcheeks."
Ziva smiled and gave him a hug before she went to bed. Both of them fell asleep with smiles on their faces.
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