Thanks everyone for the great reviewsss!

I know some people were hoping for steamy-ness to happen in this chapter...and...well...didn't happen. I don't have the nerve to write smut yet. But I will get there one day and when I do, I'll write it. :)

This chapter may seem a bit weird, over-dramatic, and rushed, but I wanted to move along with the story. I'm not a patient person. So, when you get down to the end, press the nice button and tell me your thoughts.

Disclaimer: Ha! Wish they were mine, but they're not.

Tony woke up the next morning from the sound of his alarm clock blaring on the end table. He reached over the naked woman next to him and switched it off, trying to ignore the fact that he had to get up, shower, dress, and pack in an hour to make his flight to Tampa.

But it didn't even seem important.

He looked down at Ziva, her dark brown hair sprawled over the sheets of his bed. She stirred and opened her eyes, looking up at him. Tony couldn't help but smile. "Good morning."

She returned the smile. "Morning." She turned slightly, staying in his arms to look at the clock. "You have to leave soon, yes?" She asked.

He sighed, "Yeah." She didn't reply. She didn't have anything to say. And suddenly, she started second guessing everything.

What was she doing? She knew that this could never be anything but a fling with Anthony DiNozzo, and she didn't want that. Yes, the sex was great, but after that, she couldn't expect any kind of relationship from the man.

She quickly moved from his arms and got out of bed, slipping on her shirt. "What you doing?" He asked, his voice breaking a little.

"I am getting dressed, Tony." She replied, as if it was a stupid question.

"Ziva..." He started, but her glare at him shut him up.

"This should not have happened." She said, tripping on her own words a little. She crossed her arms and watched him as he got up and found his boxers, slipping them on before walking over to her.

"Yes it should've. And I'm glad it did." He replied. She looked up at him.

"No. Now I have to accept the fact that this was a one time thing with you and I do not think I could handle that." She replied.

Tony scrunched his eyebrows together, "What do you mean, 'one time thing'?"

"It will never happen again, Tony." She replied, and walked away from him, looking for her undergarments.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Ziva." Tony said. He stood in the same spot, watching her as she walked around the room, collecting her clothes that were thrown everywhere in the room.

"What is so hard to understand?" She stopped moving and stared at him, waiting on his response.

Tony was starting to get angry, "I don't understand why you think this was a fling, Ziva! I want to be with you." He admitted. He let out a heavy sigh and looked at the floor before looking back at her.

"Tony, you know as well as I do that when you go down to Tampa, you will meet someone else."

Tony gritted his teeth together, "That's not me, anymore." She scoffed.

Ziva knew she was being ridiculous. But there was a part of her that wanted to believe that Tony would do what he always did.

Chase women.

She let out a sigh, "How do I know that?"

"Because. I wouldn't." He said, and walked to her, "I have wanted to be with you for about 3 years now, Zi. I'm not gonna ruin it."

Ziva was shocked. Did he really just say that? " If you wanted to be with me, why did you not tell me sooner, Tony?"

"Beats the hell outa me." He replied. He put his hands on her waist and pulled her close. She held her clothes in a small pile between them. "I really want us to work, Ziva." He whispered.

She smiled up at him. "It will." He pulled her the rest of the way to his body, and she responded by dropping her clothes. He kissed her, and it immediately turned passionate, Tony tangled his hands in her hair. He lay her back on the bed and started to pull on her shirt when Ziva put her hands on his bare chest and pushed him.

"Your flight leaves in an hour." She said, glancing at the stupid clock once again.

He sighed deeply, "Yeah, I know." He kissed her again and climbed off of her, heading for a shower. She sighed and looked down at her small pile of clothes that lay on his floor. It was 0530, but she couldn't go back to sleep and expect to get up in time for work.

And she also wanted to take Tony to the airport. She got dressed in yesterday's clothes and decided that she should help him pack. She went into his closet and pulled the only suitcase out that he had in there. She heard the water turn off as she went to his dresser, pulling out all of the boxers he had in there, which weren't many, since he usually went 'commando'.

The next drawer down was full of jeans, so she pulled a few pairs out and placed them in the suitcase. Tony emerged and thanked her, proceeding to help her finish. In no time, his suitcase was full and he was dressed.

"I assume that Director Vance sent a car?" She asked.

Tony walked over to the bed and zipped up his suitcase, "Yeah, he did."

"Well cancel it. I wish to take you to the airport." She said, crossing her arms. He turned to her, smiled and gave her a kiss.

"Already did, Zi." He lost his smile and sighed, "I guess that's everything."

"Yes." Ziva replied.

"Ready?" Ziva nodded and he took her hand as they walked out of his apartment together.

The drive to the airport was silent, neither of them really had anything to say. Once there, they got out of the car and had to rush because his flight was to leave soon.

They stopped at security, since Ziva couldn't go any further.

Tony put his bag on the ground and took both of her hands, "I'll miss you." He finally broke the silence.

Ziva smiled slightly. "I will miss you too, Tony." He leaned down and gave her a slow, passionate kiss before pulling her into a hug. Once the intercom gave his flight number a 'final boarding call', they broke the hug and Ziva looked up at him. "You are going to miss your flight." She said, "You still have to go through security."

"Eh. Security is easy. One of the perks of being a federal agent. No metal detectors." He smiled and she returned the smile, even though it was fake. She was holding it together better than she thought she would, but still, it was hard. "Tell Abby, Ducky, Gibbs, and Palmer I'll miss them."

She scrunched her eyebrows together, "And McGee?"

He rolled his eyes, "Yeah, him too. Throw some spit balls at him while I'm gone, would ya?" Ziva smiled and he leaned down to kiss her again. "I'll call you." He said and then finally started through security. Ziva watched him as long as she could through the people, and then waited until his plane flew off into the sky before leaving.

She got into her car and sighed.

This was going to be a long thirty days.

Life sucked sometimes.