A/N I am really really sorry I have not updated and I know I suck but I have had exams all this week and last so I have been super busy. But here you go so I hope you enjoy :)

As the daylight streamed through the curtained windows that morning, Tony felt the warmth of the morning sun on his face. He woke fully to the wonderful memory of last night, and how he and Ziva had spent the whole night in each other's arms. He wasn't quite sure what it meant or what last night was. Was it just a one-night stand, or could this turn into a relationship? He looked down at her face that covered a proportion of his chest and knew that he would much prefer the latter.

Her hair was spread across his arm along with parts of his face, and he could feel her warm breath on his bare chest. He began debating with himself weather or not he should wake her up, but before he could decide for himself, her eyes began to flutter open and her head lifted from his chest.

"Good morning," he whispered softly into her ear. For a moment she was just looking around, trying to take in her surroundings before she fully absorbed what he was saying to her. She didn't respond to his greeting, she just smiled at him and placed her chin on his shoulder, so she could look into his eyes.

They both laid there staring at each other while her hand played with his chest hair, and he drew circles on her back with his finger.

Yet their moment was cut short by the ringing of her phone causing the realization of their situation to come rushing back to her. He could see the worry in her eyes that only made him confused. "You might want to get that." She nodded slowly before climbing out of bed to retrieve her phone.

She pulled the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around her body before picking up her phone and pressing the green button to answer the call.

"Shalom Abba," her voice sounded a bit on edge but her father barely noticed.

"Have you dealt with it?" he asked her as if he wasn't talking about the life of a man.

"Yes I have," she lied.

"Good I am glad I won't have to deal with that myself," His tone was almost needling. Annoyed, she grabbed onto the side of the sheets, her shaking hands nearly causing her to crush it.

She bit her lip, trying to calm herself. Her father had needled her, making her feel guilty and confused. "I will speak to you when you return" He hung up before she could respond.

Tony walked over to her wrapping his arms around her waist and began to place soft kisses on her neck.

She ran her hands through her hair contemplating how to approach telling him about her initial intention when meeting him. She knew she had to tell him and she knew he would freak out but there is no way she couldn't.

Taking a deep breath, she spun around in his arms to face him. Upon seeing how serious her expression was he knew that he was about to hear something that wouldn't be good.

"We need to talk," her tone of voice was too serious for his liking.

"I am not going to like this am I?" She shook her head, avoiding any eye contact, knowing it would be too painful to look at him.

He unraveled his arms from around her waist, moving to sit down on the side of the bed.

She concluded that the best way to do it would to just come out and say it all at once. "When we meet the other night, it wasn't by chance." He looked at her with a confused expression.

"So basically I work for this agency called Mossad." He nodded for her to continue.

"And I had this assignment to... Well, eliminate an NCIS agent who had apparently been causing trouble to the agency." She took a deep breath. "The NCIS agent being you, Tony"

He didn't say anything and he refused to meet her eyes.

"But listen Tony, I didn't want to and when you kissed me I knew I couldn't because you were so kind and there was something here," she pointed between them "Something between us that I couldn't destroy."

Without saying anything he stood up collecting his clothes one by one and began to redress himself. "There is nothing between us" he began "how could you even think that I would ever be okay with this, knowing what kind of person you really are" He didn't mean any of it, he was just angry at her, and with himself, for letting his guard down with a girl he had only just met, knowing he would get hurt. Yet when he looked at her and saw the pain, regret and devastation in her eyes, all he wanted to do was kiss her and tell her that it was all going to be okay because, even though he hated to admit it, he knew he had fallen for her, he may have even been in love with her. But at the moment, the situation was too much for him to handle.

He headed towards the door, but before he reached it he turned around. "You know the only thing I ever did to Mossad was attempt to place that bastard Eli David in jail because he murdered an innocent petty officer so that he could get his own way."

After slamming the door behind him he pulled out his phone to call a cab. But he decided it would be best to walk home, knowing he needed to blow off some steam.

For a moment Ziva didn't know what to do. She was not the crying type, yet she could feel her eyes starting to sting with her tears, before one rolled down her cheek.

She was aware she had lost this man forever, but was so confused as to why it was bothering her so much. She had been in plenty of relationships before that had lasted a lot longer than this one, yet she had never even come to close to feeling as devastated as she did at the moment.

A/N Okay so I hoped you enjoyed it and I would love to hear what you thought so please review :)