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Okay, I'm terribly sorry for the long wait! I know, I'm a terrible person. I always bitch when authors don't update for a long time, then here I am doing the same thing! Anyway, I'm sure you can forgive me :) I have to say, I'm not as happy with this fic as I was with Kissing you in the Driveway, I'm not getting as many reviews, that's for sure. But oh well, I hope you guys still like it. I'm hoping this chapter has improved on my others, I think it has. It's definately longer too. Anyway, I'm babbling, Enjoy...

"Tony?" Ziva's voice was a hushed echo as she closed his front door behind herself, letting her eyes wash over the empty room.

"Ziva," Tony's voice cut through the silence as he emerged from one of the doors.

"Oh, there you are," Ziva said nonchalantly, peeling off her coat.

"Been looking for me?" he asked, a teasing tone hidden in his voice.

Ziva took a deep breath, hesitation evident in her eyes, "Actually, yes."

"What's wrong?" Tony asked her, his eyes were effulgent in the dim light. Ziva could see the apprehension written across his face.

"What are we doing?" she sighed, her fiery eyes scrutinized his actions.

Tony was in no situation to joke; even he knew when to draw the line.

He had learnt over the years how to read her. She may have been a highly disciplined assassin trained to hide her emotions, to show no weakness, but beneath the facade she was still human; she still had feelings. Subtle emotions would seep through her demeanour, and when they did, it always thrilled Tony, as it was never anything he expected.

"Tony?" Ziva questioned softly, his eyes had drifted to the floor and he hadn't responded.

She was afraid of what would happen when she arrived at his apartment, wanting to talk about things too deep for him. She was afraid he would shut the conversation down, like all of the other things she had attempted to speak with him about. But most of all, she was afraid of him actually answering the question. Afraid of him telling her something she really didn't want to hear.

These fears were the reason she had stood outside his door for a good twenty minutes, fighting an internal battle before she picked the lock, and walked in boldly, fighting the urge to flee.

Tony's eyes snapped up to meet hers; the fear that flashed through them unnerved Ziva further, even though she didn't show this. Her eyes stayed trained on his, reading his movements.

"Yes?" he responded weakly.

"Did you hear me?" Ziva asked, taking a step toward him.

"Yes," he said again.

"Where do you stand on this?" she asked, subtly moving a little closer to him.

He gulped. "I don't know..."

Ziva stopped moving, "So you are just in it for the sex, you do not think about it at all? You have no consideration for the fact that I am your partner?"

"Of course I do!" Tony exclaimed, his eyes daring her to question him again.

"Well then, where do you stand on this?" she asked again.

"Look, I don't know!" he yelled, stepping away from her, "Where do you stand on this?" he asked, his eyes boring into her.

She pursed her lips, sighing, "I asked you."

"I don't even know what I'm standing on let alone where I am!" Tony exclaimed.

Ziva's face was a mask of confusion.

"Nevermind," Tony growled.

"You know exactly what you are standing on," Ziva said prosaically.

"We haven't even fucked yet!" Tony exclaimed stubbornly.

"That is beside the point!" Ziva yelled as her calmness dissipated.

"That is the point!"

Ziva took a few calming breaths, trying to compose herself, before saying quietly, "Look, I did not come here to argue."

Tony bit back a snide comment, choosing just to glare at her furiously.

"I thought we could talk like two mature, dignified adults, but it is quite obvious we cannot, so goodbye, Tony," she turned toward the door, and pulled her coat off the rack.

Ziva felt a warm hand on her shoulder, turning her around sharply.

"Don't put your coat on," Tony said, clenching his jaw.

Ziva gripped her coat tightly in her tight fist, meeting his eye with an equally poisonous glare.

"We can't work like this," he stated calmly, his features relaxing.

"I know, but what are we meant to do?" she asked him, biting the inside of her cheek.

"Sort it out."

"How?"

He took a deep breath, "I don't know."

Ziva nodded brusquely, slipping her coat on smoothly.

"See you at work," she said before turning to leave.

"Ziva..."

She turned to face him once again, "Tony, I do not know what else we can do either, so now, I have to go."

"Ziva, you were the one who showed up on my doorstep, wanting to talk about this and now when I want to talk about it, you have to leave?" he questioned, looking her square in the eye.

"I would have hoped things would be different," she said softly, her eyes ablaze with untold emotion.

"Different?" he asked, stepping toward her.

"I do not just want to be an easy fuck for you Tony," Ziva murmured softly, her gaze dropping to the floor.

"It hasn't exactly been easy..." he said jokingly, but when her hurt eyes met his again, his grin faltered.

"You just do not know when to stop, do you?" she demanded.

"You are much more than that Ziva," he replied, the sincerity in his eyes sent tingles rupturing through Ziva's body, "You're also my partner."

The hopeful feeling in her chest plummeted to her stomach and quickly faded, "Then why are we doing this?!" she asked poisonously, waving her hand at the empty space where his dining table once sat.

"What?" he asked in confusion.

"Last time I checked, partners do not have sex," she said hotly.

"Well, good thing we haven't then," he replied bitterly.

The door slammed, and Tony immediately felt alone and regretful, standing in the middle of his apartment

Without thinking, he pursued her, slipping into the corridor before slamming his door behind himself.

"Ziva!" he bellowed down the hallway, making her spin on her heel and give him a perspicuous glare.

Neither of them spoke for a few moments. Their eyes said more than actions or words possibly could.

Ziva turned her body around, and kept walking away from him, her anger and frustration was clearly evident in the way she swayed.

Tony raced after her, catching up to her before she turned the corner.

"Tony, let go of me!" Ziva shrieked, feeling his fingers curl around her wrist.

"What do you want from me?" He breathed heavily through his nose, clenching his teeth together tightly.

She said nothing, just peered into his eyes. Her face was void of any emotion.

"You come around here, wanting to talk to me, now you can't even answer a simple question," he continued, not sounding entirely pleased.

"It is not so simple, Tony," Ziva said calmly.

"What are you trying to say?" he asked, confused.

"You would not understand..." Ziva sighed.

She knew trying to explain her feelings to him was already a lost battle and she wasn't ready to tell him just yet, she was struggling to even come to terms with them herself.

"Fine," Tony said abruptly, dropping her hand.

Ziva was shocked when he had turned around and begun stalking down the hallway toward his apartment. She stood immobilised, watching his retreating form.

"Goodnight, Ziva," he called venomously, his eyes locking with hers one last time before he slipped into his apartment.

Ziva cursed, this was not supposed to happen she thought to herself. She sighed, feeling her lips quiver, and the back of her throat burn. She pinched the bridge of her nose; her emotions were out of control.

She had never been out of control before; everything was always locked away securely inside of her. Suddenly, though, everything had changed. She was physically - and mentally - being betrayed by her body.

She suddenly felt a surge of violent, malicious rage course through her body; it was directed at the man who had made her feel this way. The man who had torn down her protective walls and left her emotional and shattered, wondering what she was doing. She felt her frustration and anger toward Tony come to a riotous bubble at the surface that like everything lately, she had no control over.

Ziva yelled out in frustration, running toward his door she started pounding it with her fists.

"Harah!" she screamed, "Kusemek!" she started kicking the door ferociously, "Ben zonah! Leh lehizdayen!" She cussed in Hebrew, pounding against his door.

She began to mix her languages, "Merde! Va te faire fourte!" she exclaimed.

The door swung open, and Ziva fell forwards, pounding Tony's chest with her fists as it had taken the place of his front door.

"Calm down!" Tony exclaimed, trying to pin her wrists behind her back to no avail.

"Vaffanculo!" she exclaimed.

"No," he successfully held her wrists together.

"Slow down, just breathe," he held her wrists tightly, trying to steady the squirming officer.

Tony took in her flushed cheeks and emotion filled brown eyes.

She was breathing deeply and raggedly as she tried to pull her hands from his grip.

"Tony," she warned.

"What did you expect me to do, let you bash my door down and come in here, then what?" he paused, "What were you going to do when you eventually got in here, kill me?" he asked, an accusing tone underlying his voice.

"Kill you?" she half squeaked, she was slightly taken aback.

Tony watched Ziva crumble before him, after all of her training, her locked up emotions suddenly came flooding out of her.

Tony pulled her towards him; their faces were mere centimetres away as they continued to glare rancorously at each other.

The apartment door closed behind them as Ziva, once again, entered his apartment, being drawn in by Tony.

Ziva wasn't quite sure what was going on, she just put one foot in front of the other as Tony lead her to the empty space in the middle of his dining area, their bodies stayed close as their breath mingled.

Ziva's lips quivered.

"I hate you," Tony whispered.

He pushed his mouth against hers with a bruising kiss. He opened his mouth, thrusting his tongue into hers, as she gasped in shock. Ziva felt a tingling trail where his fingers ran down her spine to rest rather unceremoniously on her ass.

They released all their rage and hatred towards each other into that kiss. Ziva bit down on his lip, hard, causing him to groan as she pushed firmly against the back of his head with her hands.

They broke apart for a moment.

"I hate you," Tony breathed heavily again, pressing his lips against hers once again.

His other hand trailed back up the side of her body, he hooked it around her neck, and rested it on her shoulder as he pushed her backwards forcefully, slamming her back against the counter.

Ziva cried out in surprise and pain, but it was cut short when Tony thrust his tongue into her mouth again. He let his hands run back down to hook under her thighs and he pulled her up and roughly pushed her onto the counter.

Tony kissed a path down her jaw and sunk his teeth into the sweet tasting flesh on her neck.

"Oh!" Ziva gasped as Tony swirled his tongue across her velvety skin.

Ziva wrapped her legs around Tony's waist with crushing force as she dug her nails into the back of his neck.

She brought her hands up to her head, yanking on his hair so his lips would meet hers again.

"Tony," She gasped through clenched teeth, her lips mere millimetres away from his, "I hate you too," she whispered, running her tongue over his bottom lip.

"Good," Tony breathed heavily, "because I still hate you too."

"I am glad," Ziva said softly, her eyes squeezed shut tight.

Tony placed his fingers on her waist and picked her up easily, sliding her backwards on the counter, pushing her shoulders down, he climbed on top of her.

He pushed his mouth onto hers once again, tasting the sweetness of her lips.

He couldn't describe the feelings that were rushing through him at that moment: he was angry at Ziva for coming to his apartment and being completely indecipherable; he was frustrated because they were yet to successfully have sex and most of all – he was horny, for obvious reasons.

Ziva's legs were wrapped so tightly around Tony's waist he swore she was cutting off the blood flow.

Tony knew he was being physically rough with Ziva, but he didn't care, he was too frustrated and angry as he continued to tug on her lips with his teeth.

Ziva felt Tony tug on the bottom of her shirt with one hand, while the other rested just beneath the waistband of her pants.

Ziva dug her fingernails into the flesh of his shoulders, before flipping them over, so she was on top, her knees either side of him.

Tony looked up, and for the first time, he noticed the tears that had welled up in her eyes. He felt a pang of guilt as he watched her stare down at him with emotion filled eyes.

She leant down so her lips were beside his ears and in a slow, sad tone she whispered, "I cannot do this, Tony."

She lingered there for a moment, before placing a soft kiss to his cheek and climbing off of him gracefully.

"Lailah Tov, Tony," she said sadly, walking toward his door, she closed it quietly behind her.

Tony sat up on the counter, a stupefied expression on his face.

"I'm an ass," he muttered to himself, running his hands over his face.

Outside his apartment, Ziva walked along the corridor quietly. She shuddered, partly because of the cold, but mainly because of the way she felt, and the feelings that were pumping through her.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she felt the back of her throat burning. Tears threatened to fall, but she willed them away.

She felt horrible. She couldn't believe that Tony would be so compassionless, as to fuck her in an angry rage, trying his best to hurt her.

She remembered the hurtful look in his eyes as he had whispered that he hated her, this made the urge to cry strengthen.

She shivered. Her body was clammy, and she had butterflies in her stomach. She walked faster. She was worried that Tony would come after her, and she didn't know whether she could face him in the fragile state of mind she was in.

She knew this was out of character for her, but for the first time in her life, she didn't know what to do. she couldn't control her thoughts and emotions and that scared her.

Tony had invoked feelings in her that she hadn't even known existed and the fact that he could do all this without even saying anything only mounted to her frustration.

She felt more tears push at the back of her eyes and she tried to fight them, telling herself that she was strong, and that Tony DiNozzo was doing this to her.

She sighed, it didn't work.

Her vision became blurry as she turned the corner, heading toward the stairs. She willed her feet to move faster, so she could get away.

She placed her sweat slicked hand on the rail as she began taking the steps three at a time. She used her free hand to rub her eyes.

She turned the corner to continue down the second flight of stairs, they were never ending.

She leapt down the stairs, gasping as she felt herself falling forward. She thrust her hand out, attempting to grip the rail. She spun around, clenching her teeth together as she felt her sweaty hands slip.

Ziva squeaked in surprise as she fell backwards, tumbling down the flight of stairs. She cried out in pain as she struggled to stop her fall, grasping at any solid thing she could see.

Suddenly she came to a halt and the world went black.

Oh dear, well long story short, I was angry at Ziva so I just has a sudden thought, 'Let's throw her down a flight of stairs!' I still have faith in her though. Anyway I really hope you enjoyed that chap, I have messed around with it quite a bit to get it the way it is, as you can probably tell from the long wait, sorry again.

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