Ok, so here's finally another update of Tic. I don't like excuses but I was on vacation right after christmas and felt miserable throughout the past days/weeks. Writing this chapter took me the entire weekend since I really didn't feel well but I'm nevertheless content with the outcome and hope you're as well!
Reviews would really cheer me up at the moment and I would like to hear your thoughts and maybe even wishes for future chapter!
Thank you for sticking around & enjoy reading!

"Everyone suffers at least one bad betrayal in their lifetime. It's what unites us. The trick is not to let it destroy your trust in others when that happens. Don't let them take that from you."

― Sherrilyn Kenyon

It took both of them quite a while to calm down after the latest events and even more the latest confessions.

Tony didn't know where to go from there and neither did Ziva. Admitting their feelings towards each other was freeing but at the same time a burden for the situation they were in.

Her latest flashback still hung between them as they were currently zapping through the channels after having dinner.

He knew she was still processing the latest events and in an attempt to draw her thoughts away from the darkness of the past days he started mindlessly playing with her curls, something he had grown to love over the years.

Soon enough she leaned into his touch, reveling of the feeling of his fingers against her skin. For a moment she was able to forget about all the negative things in her life and purely concentrate on him, the one person she truly loved.

He was still focused on zapping through the channels when he felt her shifting next to him.
Before he knew it she was straddling him, her legs almost forcefully keeping him in place while she started trailing kisses along his jaw and down his neck towards his collarbones.

"Ziva." Tony let out a sigh before he felt her lips connecting with his. It was an unexpectedly tender kiss and for a moment he felt his will diminishing but he managed to pull himself together once he felt her tongue begging for entrance.

"Ziva. Please stop." He tried to keep his voice even while pulling away from their kiss. Ziva didn't seem to hear him though and that's when he grabbed her wrists and slightly pushed her from his lap.

She wasn't even fully settled down next to him again when he noticed her falling into a state of shock.
Her whole body tensed and she stared at the wall in front of her before she slightly started to shiver.

Carefully resting his hand on her arm she jerked away and Tony quietly spoke up.

"Talk to me Ziva. What is going on?" He was clearly worried about her, seeing as she still wasn't quite reacting to him.

It wasn't until some tears slipped down her cheeks that she finally looked at him again.
"Jamal." She whispered and he knew he had brought up some memories in her.

He had told her that the man's name was Jamal. He had also told her that he needed the information he had. That's why she was now standing in front of the mirror, getting ready to meet this guy.

It would be the first time she would use her body to get the information her father wanted. She was only 16. He was 24. Her hands shook as she put on some earrings and fixed her hair before leaving the house.
'

You can do this' She tried to reassure herself but once she stood in front of Jamal her strength seemed to leave her.

She met him at the bar her father told her she would find him in and it didn't take her long to seduce him even with her lack of experience.

Soon enough they ended up in some cheap hotel room and things were getting more heated.

Stepping in front of her he started undressing her and she tried to push away her fears. She simply played along and started unbuttoning his shirt as well, hoping this would be over soon.

As soon as he had gotten rid off her dress his rough hands started roaming over her chest and Ziva was barely able to stay relaxed any longer.

Moments later he had already pushed her onto the rather small bed and started working on her underwear.

When he entered her and pressed his body flat against hers she tried to block out the reality as he relentlessly pounded into her whispering things into her with an almost snarling voice.

Keeping her mission in mind she got the information she needed as soon as he was finished and she let out a silent sigh of relief when he finally got off her.

Getting dressed as quickly as she could she stumbled out of the room and let a single tear roll down her cheek as she realized what she had just done. From this moment on she spent endless nights crying herself to sleep, remembering how much this man had hurt her.

After telling him what happened all those years ago all he could do was to hold her close and let her old wounds heal a bit more.

It took him everything not to run away or hit a wall when he heard what her father, and this man, had done to her and he silently promised he would never intentionally hurt her like this.

She wasn't crying after replaying those events but he could feel her shivering next to him and could only imagine how vulnerable she felt after telling him about such an intimate thing.

"I'm sorry you had to go through this." He murmured into her ear and leaned his head against hers.

"I was never able to fully trust a man since then." Ziva quietly admitted, almost afraid that if she spoke too loud she would scare him away.

Seconds passed before Tony spoke up again. "Do you trust me?" Her reply was a small whisper and yet firm and came out almost straight after his question.

"Yes." Her deep brown eyes supported the sincerity of her words and he visibly relaxed next to her.
"Good." He said. "I think we can work with that."