A/N: This was written last night and finished this morning, but I had to go and pick my sister up from the airport, so I didn't have time to publish it, please review. Thanks :)

Tony did not know what to do, his lips still tingled from the soften of hers. He yarded to pull her down for another kiss, but as he gazed at her brown eyes, he saw confusion with a hint of desire (or so he thought).

Lingering silence stayed in the room as they both when into individual daydreams. She swiftly stood up and walked towards his living room, not once looking back.

She settled herself down on the coach and turned the TV on to cause a sort of distraction between the thick tension that fell in the apartment. His taste remained in her mouth and if she were to slide her tongue across her lips, she would savor his mint ice cream. Flicking through the hundreds of channels, she sighed and threw the remote across the coach. Standing up once more, she paced around the coffee table, rapidly glancing at the direction of his kitchen, before she made the round trip around the ornament once again.

Purposely sighing loudly, she tilted her head from the living room's door, and saw him staring right at her. "Tony? Are you okay? I mean I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything but you're making me feel strange"

"What? No, no. I'm okay. Everything is good. I mean wh—why are you strange?" he mumbled.

Frowning with confusion, she hugged herself and glanced at him. "I think, I'm going to bed—" she squinted at him "—Tony"

He nodded. 'right, yeah bed is good' he whispered to himself.

As he was about to lift himself off of the chair, she walked back in and said "Are we still going to NCIS tomorrow morning?"

His head nodded once again.

"Right, good night Tony"

"Good night___" he replied and then whispered "sweetcheeks"


Opening his eyes to the sound of heavy rain, Tony groaned before his palms rubbed against his eyelids. Taking him minutes to remember why he was on the coach, he heard the sound of the shower running and the memories rushed to his mind at once.

Pushing his body up to a sitting position, he growled at the sharp pain that ran up his spine. "Ah crap," he muttered. Cupping his back with his hands, he got up and wobbled in the spot in a head rush.

"Argh, this sofa is going to be the end of me," he moaned and strolled to the kitchen. He utterly felt like a zombie in the morning before his cup of coffee and with the lack of sleep he looked like one too.

A loud throat cough, caught is attention and he spun around to see Ziva standing there. Her hair was wet with little droplets of water freely falling down her hair. She wore a woollen green cardigan with shape complimentary jeans and black boots. He could see glimpses of the old Ziva in the woman in front of him, but something about her attitude was different, but he was unable to comprehend what.

So he smiled. "Good morning Zee, want some coffee?"

"Yeah sure,"

He gave her a single nod before he filled her cup with the hot dark fluid. He gave her the cup and smiled at the way she looked completely relaxed around him.

She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again when she remembered the memory she had in her sleep;

"She died alone" he said as he took a sip of his drink.
"We are all alone"
"Yeah, thanks for that... I just mean that she never got married, never had any children, never even heard her talk about it..." she saw his green eyes looking at her, she remembered the look of hurt she saw in them. "Paris... that's when it must have happened"
"The two of them alone, in another world"
"Putting their lives in each other's hands, every day," he added
"Not to mention the long nights"

He took a deep breath, "It was inevitable"
"Nothing is inevitable"

She was unsure on whether the dream was merely a dream or a memory of them, but something about their conversation made her heart ache, 'maybe this is my second chance to be happy, maybe I should not be me!—I don't know,' she thought.

Tony gazed at her for a long while, while she drank her coffee. She raised an eyebrow at him before she took a sip of her coffee. "Tony, you're staring at me," she said with a blush.

"The Ziva I know, wouldn't mind it at all," he grinned, "in fact, I believe she'd challenge me,"

"The Ziva you know is no longer here," she stated "you better get used to the new Ziva".

Nervously chuckling he looked down at his feet. Apart of him believed her, she looked like Ziva, she smelled like Ziva. Hell she was Ziva! However, something about her petrified him; this was not the Ziva he had fallen in love with. "And what Ziva is that?"

She walked over to him, until she was inches away from him, "the Ziva that won't back away when she knows what she wants,"

He gulped, "What does Ziva want?"

"Ziva wants—" her lips fell slowly onto his "you." Her tongue slid on his bottom lip and demanded entrance, which was received seconds after, his hands reached for her damp locks; his fingers parting to hold her still. The kiss rapidly turned hungry, her hands tugged his shirt, until her fingertips made contact with his flesh. A low groan of desire rushed through his throat. How he wanted to show her his love, but this was not right he thought. Not like this, not with this Ziva. So he did the most painful thing that he has ever done in his life. He pulled away from her.

She frowned through her heavy breathing, "I thought you love me!"

"Not like this,"

"You're sending me mixed signal here Tony!" her words sounded cold.

"I'm sending you mixed signals?!" He chuckled in disbelieve. "You, you told me last night that you didn't love me, but your body does! How does that work?"

She shrugged, "How am I to know? The kiss from last night, I want that"

"Believe me Zee, I want that too, but not like this! I want you to remember me, all of it the bad and the good. I want you to really want us, not just what you think you want. I want you as my—wife!" he sighed in frustration "I want you forever"

Not knowing what to do with this new information, she blinked several times. "I don't—want you as my husband!" she exclaimed. "I don't wan—I don't know what I'm doing, god I'm confused!" she paced in the room in front of the room, her mind was messed up, she did not know what she wanted, everything felt like a rollercoaster to Ziva. Feeling the whole world closing around her, she allowed angry tears to fall down her face.

He walked towards her and tried to hold her, but she pushed him away and glared at him. "DON'T! I don't want to be near you, I can't handle these emotions. I'm going" her words came out in harsh cries.

"Where you gonna go?"

"I don't care, anywhere where you're not"

A/N: Sorry I've ended like this, I guess I had some angst in me today! Please let me know what you thought by clicking on the green button.