"Tony, what is this?" she asked, gesturing to his back.

"Ahh, it's a long story.." he began but was interrupted by her lips meeting his again in urgency.

Tony snatched her into his arms so he was carrying her. His lips never leaving hers.

"..That I will tell you later.. in your bedroom." He murmured as he began walking down the hallway. He suddenly stopped; Ziva looked up at him with an unhappy expression on her face.

"Uhh.. Ziva.." Tony said hesitantly. "Which one is your bedroom?"

It was 0300 and Tony lay awake his head propped up on one elbow, his eyes trying to burn the image of Ziva into his mind. The mop of messy hair next to him, her bare body, half hidden by the tangled cotton sheets. She looked so vulnerable. She was beautiful, and he loved her. Of that much he was sure.

He couldn't sleep. He should have been exhausted, but he wasn't. He watched the steady rise and fall of her body until she began to stir at around 0400.

She rolled over to face Tony, who was staring at her intently.

"Good morning," she said with a smile.

"Good morning," he replied huskily, sending shivers down Ziva's spine and making her blush.

He chuckled. "Are you blushing?"

Ziva nearly shouted "No!" as if she was outraged at the very idea.

He smirked, and pulled her close.
She kissed him passionately and then got up, wrapping the sheets around her.

"Where do you think you're going?" he said, as he teasingly pulled the end of the sheet.
"For my morning jog", she said with a smile "You're welcome to join me."

Tony smirked "Oh, I'd like to join you.. just not for jogging."

Ziva smirked. "Fine, suit yourself."

Tony pulled at the sheets again, "Ahhh, come on Ziva. Come back to bed. Don't go jogging for one morning." He said turning on the DiNozzo charm and giving her that smile that caused her heart to beat faster. "You're very fit" he smirked and looked at her with elevator eyes.

"Don't. Don't look at me like that." Ziva said.

Tony didn't fliched, he just stared at her.
Ziva gave in.

Tony woke up to the smell of breakfast at 0600, he stretched, wore his boxers laying on the floor and wandered into kitchen. The sight of Ziva wearing nothing but his shirt gave him goose bumps.

She turned around to face him with a smile and placed a plate of pancakes on the worktop. Tony sat on a stool and began to eat never taking his eyes off Ziva as she began to flit around the kitchen, putting things in cupboards. She finally sat opposite him and began eating off his plate, she was surprised when he didn't object.

"Yes Tony?" she said, beginning to get irritated. "You're staring."

"You're beautiful" Tony said solemnly.

Ziva stood embarrassed and put the plate in the sink, "Come on," she said "we've got to get ready."

She threw her arms around him and kissed him again. He grinned down at her. "Yesterday was the best birthday of your life wasn't it?" she pushed him away laughing, he pulled her back to him. "It was the best night of mine." He whispered into her ear then grabbed the keys of the kitchen work top.

"Hey, where are you going?" Ziva said, hiding the panic in her voice.

"Just gonna get some spare clothes from the trunk of my car!" he said over his shoulder.

"What, like that?!" Ziva said, gesturing to his naked torso and legs.

Tony grinned. "Ziva, it's 6 in the morning, who's gonna see me?"

Ziva sighed, "Never mind." She watched his retreating figure and her eyes went to the tattoo and she shook her haid. He was crazy, but she quite liked it, it didn't look tacky and she liked the idea, the idea that he was hers. That he belonged to her.

Tony showered first and sat in the living room, self consciously sniffing himself. He didn't know if it was paranoia , or if he really did smell of Ziva. He had used her shampoo.

Ziva walked into the living room at 0630, wearing another skirt and a green shirt and high heeled shoes. She left her curly hair loose.

Tony groaned.

"What?" she said looking down at herself.

He stood up and held her wrists and placed a kiss on her lips.

"How am I supposed to concentrate if you look this good?" he whined.

She looked at him, "Tony, I wore these clothes a few weeks ago."

"I know" he said exasperated. "But 'a few weeks ago' last night hadn't happened."

"Well you better get used to it." Ziva said with a smirk, as she pushed him out the front door.

Her neighbour stuck his head out of his front door. "Hey Zee," he said. "Shalom Luke " she replied with a smile.

"Zee?!" Tony whispered incredulously, as he snaked a protective arm around her waist walking down the stairs.

Ziva laughed her sweet laugh.

"Calm down Tony, he doesn't bat this way." Tony opened the passenger door for Ziva and went and sat in the driver's seat and sighed.

"It's swing Ziva, swing. Not bat."

Ahhh, sorry. Ziva's reaction to the tattoo was pretty anti-climatic wasn't it? Neverrrrr mind.
Have I mentioned how much NCIS is breaking my heart?
I have, many times, to my friends who roll their eyes and sigh.
I'M SO MISUNDERSTOOD.
*sniffffff*
I obviously do not own NCIS. Maybe one day..

YES, that's right ..I will keep telling myself that.