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Chapter 3

No Sleep…

Ziva had been worrying about Tony all night. Was he okay? Had he been able to finally let his mother go? She had been curious.

Tony hadn't been able to sleep. He had been looking at photos of his family. Ziva called him and asked him how he was doing. "Well," he began into the phone. "I am looking at pictures from my childhood."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" She asked.

"It's good." He replied. "I think it's my way of letting her go."

"Do you want me to come over? Or are you okay alone?" She asked.

"Come over." Tony answered. "I want to show you the pictures."

"Okay." Ziva replied. She and Tony lived fairly close to each other, so it wasn't too inconvenient.

"Thanks." They hung up and she was on her way over.

Tony answered the door five minutes later and led her into the living room. "Where do you want to start?" He asked Ziva.

"How about when you were a baby?" She asked.

"Alright." He smiled and picked up the album from when he was a baby.

Ziva sat down with the album and smiled. "Awww!" She pointed at the picture of him on the bearskin rug. "You are so adorable." She pinched his cheek and he blushed.

"You bet I was." He smiled. "Still am."

"Uh-huh." Ziva laughed and they continued going through the album. "Is that your biological father?" She asked as she pointed to a picture of a man in a Marines uniform.

"Yeah, that's him." Tony replied. He was drinking a root beer and leaning back on the sofa.

"You have his eyes." Ziva remarked.

Tony smiled. "What traits do you have of your fathers?" He asked her.

"His strength." Ziva replied. "And his deep brown eyes."

"Very good traits." Tony leaned in closer to her, lips almost touching hers'.

"Are we going to break rule twelve?" She asked.

"Not tonight…" Tony gently brushed his lips against her cheek and then pulled back. "Let's look at my teenage years. I will show you Booth's David Bowie hair."

"Okay." Ziva nodded, a little disappointed that nothing had happened between them and Tony opened the next album.

"This was when we moved to Virginia." He smiled and showed her his old house which the family had taken a picture outside of. "And that's the dad that raised me and that's a young Sealey Booth." He smiled at his family.

"And that's your mom?" Ziva asked.

"Yeah, that's her." He smiled and wrapped his arm around Ziva's shoulders. "And that would be our old dog Lucky. We named him when we were twelve."

"Was he lucky?" Ziva asked.

"That's a good one." Tony smiled. "Yeah, actually, he was!"

"How?" Ziva asked.

"Well, once, when I was about thirteen, I was about to get beaten up by these bullies. And Lucky came around the corner and pulled one of the bullies off of me and I ran off and Lucky followed me. The bullies never bullied me again."

"Sounds like a pretty cool dog." Ziva smiled.

"He was. After he died at the ripe old age of ten years old, my parents got one more dog, named Zeus. Zeus was a good dog too, but he was with my parents when they were older. And then in the 1980s, when dad got shot, well, all mom had left was us boys and Zeus. And Zeus was her best friend in those times. He eventually died too, but that didn't stop mom from moving on, gardening, being her usual self." He smiled and remembered her.

"Sounds like you had a lot of fun growing up." Ziva remarked.

"I did." He smiled at her. "How about you?" He asked. "What was it like in Israel? Did you ever have a dog? A cat?"

She smiled. "No," she frowned. "In our culture, animals are meant to stay outside."

Tony nodded. "If it were up to my mom," he began. "Both of the dogs would have been outdoor animals all the time. But us kids, we wanted them in the house."

Ziva smiled at that. "You are so sexy when you smile." Tony told her.

Ziva blushed. "No…You're just saying that…"

"I mean it." Tony leaned in and finally, they did kiss. He let the photo album fall to the ground off of her lap and began kissing her neck rapidly, then went to undo her blouse.

"We need to stop…" Ziva wiggled out from under him and went to the door. "I am not going to break rule number twelve, no matter how much I do love you!" She walked out as quickly as possible.

"She loves me!" Tony sat on the couch amazed. "She loves me!" He laughed again.

Ziva came running back in with a force so insane she didn't know what came over her. She tackled Tony and they fell onto the couch, finally getting to where Tony had wanted to go all night and to where Ziva had always dreamed of going with Tony, and although it happened fast, both knew it was not just a fling.

BONESBONESBONESBONES

"You look tired." Brennan remarked about Booth that day at work.

"I didn't get much sleep." He replied.

"You could have called me." She told him, handing him a cup of coffee which he gladly took and smiled at her.

"What? Don't you need your beauty sleep or something?" Booth teased her.

"Nope, I have had enough time to sleep." Brennan replied.

"Right…Is there a case today?" He asked.

"Nothing at the moment." Brennan replied.

"Well that's good." Booth replied. "I was thinking I would take the day off and try to sleep…"

"Maybe I can help you." Brennan flashed Booth a smile. She didn't know what it was, but recently, he was making her feel excited and happy and it seemed he wanted to get closer to her than just a partner at work.

"Maybe…" Booth hinted. "We don't have any rules about into-office dating here at the Jeffersonian…I mean…Cam and Hodgens dated for a long time!"

"So…What will it be?" Brennan asked. "Do we take the day off and attempt to 'sleep' or do we stay here at the office doing paper work?"

"Sleep." Booth replied.

"Sleep it is." Brennan smiled and led him out of his office.

They arrived at Booth's apartment and didn't hold anything back. Booth ripped open his button up white shirt and Brennan allowed him to then rip everything off of her. It was nice for them to finally be able to be together the way that they had always wanted to be together. It happened fast, yes, but both knew that it was not just a fling.