Getting a Single Room

They exited the cab with Tony paying the driver with Euros. Tony took Ziva's bag again, something that made her blush slightly, but she was silently grateful for the action. No one had ever taken care of her the way she was being taken care of now. She was pleased and scared at the same time.

Tony led her through the double doors at the entrance of the hotel. He walked straight up toward the desk to check-in and waited for the lady to finish with the customers that had come in front of them. He waited patiently, until the lady finally turned toward Tony.

"Hello, reservations under DiNozzo," he said quietly.

She looked through her computer and smiled at each of us, causing Ziva to blush again. Ziva knew that this looked like a typical American couple stopping in Paris on a journey of love. I was not sure what kind of journey Tony and I were having, but it was more like a journey of cat and mouse. He was the cat, chasing me around and I was the mouse, skimpering away at every opportunity.

"Yes, that was a single room," the woman said, fiddling with something in the computer as she checked the reservation.

"Um… shouldn't it either be a double or two separate rooms?" Tony asked, feeling awkward about it, but knowing that Ziva would be uncomfortable in a single room with him right now.

"Not according to the people who booked the room, no," the woman said quietly, double checking with her computer.

Tony and Ziva exchanged a glance. Their eyes met and locked for the first time fully since they met in the bathroom. This was not just their eyes locking, this was them reading each other at that moment. Tony could see her fears and she could see his concerns. For that moment, Ziva admitted to Tony that she wasn't fine and Tony admitted to Ziva that he was going to make sure she was alright at the very least. Neither thought that sharing a room was a good idea right then. It was clear in both of their expressions.

"Is there another room available?" Tony asked quietly, knowing what Ziva needed.

"No. I am sorry, we are all booked for tonight," the woman said shaking her head with a look of genuine apology on her face.

"It is okay, we will take it," Ziva said, feeling resigned to the fact that they were going to have to share a room with only one bed.

The lady smiled and handed Tony the key to the room and told him where to go. Ziva was a little nervous, but she knew that it would work out, somehow. She knew that she could trust Tony. If she asked him not to push, then perhaps he wouldn't. But, perhaps she would be okay with him being there; after all, she knew that she trusted him. She knew that she could rely on him, if she would allow herself to. But, she was terrified of what she felt for Tony.

Tony grabbed their bags and slung them over his shoulder. He very gently put one hand on the small of Ziva's back to lead her in the direction of the elevator. She flinched slightly at the contact, but soon relaxed under his touch, with a soft glance down at his hand.

Tony noticed her flinch and it made his heart ache and his imagination go free and back to a place he didn't want it to go. Something terrible had happened to his ninja while she was captured and held in a terrorist training camp. He didn't want to think about it, so he pushed the thoughts away from his mind. Tonight was about not getting on each other's nerves and learning how to be themselves again. They both resolved that at the same moment, though it was very much unspoken.

Tony made it to the elevator and that was when he allowed his hand to drop from Ziva's back and push the button on the elevator. They were headed to the top floor. Ziva knew from experience that that was usually where the nicer rooms were kept anyway. They waited silently in the elevator as it went slowly upward toward their floor.

Finally, there was a soft ding and the silver doors of the French elevator slid open to reveal a very nice-looking hallway. Tony placed his hand back at the small of her back, much softer this time and was relieved to notice that she didn't flinch under his touch this time. She might trust him and she might just be used to him. He could hope for the former.

They found the door and Tony pressed the key into it, turning it a little and listening to the click of the lock as it released, allowing him to open the door. He held it open for Ziva and they walked in. They both looked around.

This was not a very large room. It had one bed and a small couch. It was small even by Ziva's comparison of sizes, since she was the smaller of the two. There was no way either of them would be sleeping on that couch. How bad could it be?

They stood there, looking around the room. It wouldn't be so bad. But, they were definitely going to fight over who got that couch. She was going to insist on taking it and he was going to insist on being a gentleman and taking it; that was the way they worked and always had and always would. They both knew that.

Ziva had a solution in her head to give to Tony. They could share the bed. But, Ziva didn't know if he would go for it or if she could handle it. The tension between them was nearly visible at this point and they could both feel it; and it had a hint of the old sexual tension that they used to have so prominently. It was scary and exciting all at the same time. They would work it out and she knew it. She knew that everything was going to be alright, with or without a fight.

A/N – They found out that they had a single room and they reacted to it. They are both scared now. But, Ziva, at least, is sure that it will turn out to be okay. Please review and let me know what you think!