Ziva brushed her teeth at the sink as Tony walked through the bathroom shirtless. Her eyes lingered on his body while he gathered up the clothes he had left there after his shower. It was already hot inside their cabin but Ziva felt her skin rise several degrees higher.

"Can I join you?" Tony asked, holding up his toothbrush.

Ziva nodded and he stood beside her at the sink. They cleaned their teeth in an awkward silence till finally Ziva finished and started to gather her things, but Tony quickly rinsed his mouth and lunged for the door before she could reach it.

"Uh…can I leave please?" Ziva asked with her hands on her hips.

"Not until we talk first."

"I know what you want to hear, Tony, but can you just mind you own business for once," Ziva's voice was slipping and she knew Tony could tell she was tearing up.

"Why won't you tell me?" Tony lowered his voice and actually sounded hurt.

"I just— I do not—" Ziva was stuttering and looking at the ground, finding it harder and harder to keep her tears away when Tony asked with such despondency.

"Do you need a hug?"

It was such a childish question that it caught her off guard. Her eyes still watched the floor, as her vision grew blurry from tears. She couldn't take it anymore. Ziva threw her face into her hands as the tears finally spilled down her face.

"Ziva…." Tony pulled her into his chest and wrapped his arms around her shoulders and back. She couldn't stop crying, that dam was broken and so she just cried down his shirt and fisted it tightly into her hands.

She felt Tony pet her hair and speak soothing words until she became too exhausted to cry anymore. Her tears ceased and her breathing slowly went back to normal, but she stayed in Tony's embrace and rested against his neck.

"My father called me last night."

She felt Tony's body tense, but he didn't say anything.

"I should not have answered it, I knew it was him. I thought— I thought he might forgive me for….." Ziva didn't want to finish that sentence.

She let out another sob," He said the most awful things."

Tony pulled her tighter against him, "Shhh…" he kept repeating until this second wave eventually calmed.

"Take a deep breath," he ordered her as he began to run his hand up and down her back. Ziva obediently breathed in and out and her eyes grew heavy. She felt herself fall into him completely and she was too tired to care.

"Ziva."

Ziva felt her name echo in his throat, but she didn't acknowledge it.

"Hey, look at me."

Ziva didn't want to look at him; it was much easier to talk to him without looking into his eyes. But Tony pulled back a little and forced her chin up so he could see her. He gazed into her eyes and she felt herself get lightheaded from their intensity.

"Why would you need his forgiveness? You didn't do anything wrong."

He smiled and she knew he could see it in her eyes, the immense liberation that came with his words. She smiled gentle back at him and then realized their proximity. Her stare immediately dropped to his lips. She didn't think until her mouth was against his. She dragged both hands into his hair as they kissed soundly. It was wet and messy and exactly what she wanted at the moment as their heads turned and their lips and tongues smacked.

She hooked her leg around his calf, trying to get more contact, but Tony pulled back slightly.

"Zi, we can't do this here." Tony pleaded.

Ziva ignored him and just pulled him back to her, annoyed that he had interrupted. Tony could not resist her, she knew that much, and his kisses proved his enthusiasm. As they grew frantic, Tony rolled her bottom lip into his mouth and Ziva racked her nails down his back…

"Tony! Ziva! I have to use the bathroom too!" McGee shouted from the other room.

Tony and Ziva pulled apart immediately and shattered to reality, just staring at each other in shock.

Tony recovered first, "Jesus, McCranky, I didn't know I had a time limit on my bathroom routine."

"Just hurry up!" McGee obviously hadn't noticed their make out session.

Ziva reluctantly untangled herself from Tony's body and collected her things once again, not looking at him.

He still stood blocking the door though. She turned and waited for him to move. He placed his hands on her neck and gave her another tender kiss.

"When we get home," he said almost like a wish and her eyes fluttered open.