"Stupid fire doors." Ziva muttered under her breath.

She swore in her head as she threw punches and kicks against the concrete wall that wasn't planning to budge anytime soon.

"I'm pretty sure that wouldn't help. Other than giving you swollen knuckles and throbbing feet." Tony stated, looking on at the martial arts show she was putting on.

"You know you could do something instead of just standing there." She scolded, as she continued abusing the sturdy wall.

"Why waste energy?" Tony shrugged.

He was right. The wall wouldn't budge for now. All they could do was wait for someone to come pry open the stubbornly shut walls.

"I do not want to stay here. It is dark and hot." She complained with a hitch in her voice.

Tony leaned his back against a wall of the small area they were enclosed in as the heat started getting to him too. A sheen of perspiration started forming across his forehead.

"Not to mention you are here. I am stuck with you." She continued grumpily.

"Hey! That hurt, am I that bad?" His hand flew to his chest in mock hurt.

"Yes." She took a pause to her kicking and answered bluntly.

"Well, fine. I'm not going to talk to you anymore." Tony acted childishly.

He didn't see that coming. He didn't think he was that bad, really. That actually hurt a little. And that made him a tad angry. It wasn't like he was the reason they were stuck in there. He crossed his arms across his chest defiantly and turned his back towards her, facing the wall which he could barely see but knew it was there. Being sulky, he dropped down on his butt and just sat there. The more Ziva wanted him to do something, the more he wanted to do nothing. And so he did nothing.

The only sounds he could clearly hear was the sound of Ziva's fists and shoes colliding with the solid wall and her heavy breathing as she tired herself out. He got annoyed at her unnecessary behaviour and plugged his ears with his fingers, humming a tune to Frank Sinatra's 'Fly Me To The Moon', successfully droning out any other noises.

Ziva on the other hand wanted to get out bad. This place wasn't her ideal place to spend the rest of her day in. It was barely illuminated with any light at all, and it was getting humid. Beads of perspiration rolled down her forehead and dropped to the ground as she worked her ninja on the wall.

She was getting just a little panicky. It was all too familiar. It was a good thing she had indeed seen someone previously for her fear of the dark. But to be met with a real situation in the dark, Ziva started suspecting that it wasn't exactly enough help. There was no Gibbs there to hold her hand. She figured that Tony was right, thus she finally stopped attacking the walls that blocked her only way out.

Instead, she flopped down to the ground facing Tony's back. Right behind him, close enough to touch. She wasn't exactly in the right mind to care about his childish stubborn antics as she crossed her legs and lightly grasped the hem of Tony's suit. So lightly that he couldn't feel anything.

She had actually gotten better in overcoming the terror of the darkness which had phased her, but just not fully. She found out just, that therapy and actual scenarios were two totally different things. But she could handle this. She just needed to know that someone was there with her. Gibbs wasn't there obviously so she settled for Tony.

She cupped her chin in her other hand and stared at Tony's broad suit-clad back, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly. Her foot at its end was shaking endlessly, the only movement that displayed her uneasiness. Compared to the last time in the elevator with Gibbs, she was doing darn well.

Holding onto Tony's suit kind of grounded her, letting her know that there was a familiar living being there. Along with his humming, she wasn't as anxious anymore. Her heart rate was just a little irregular, but it was getting better. She didn't even realise her nervous foot had stopped moving.

After what seemed like a few minutes, she found herself humming the same tune Tony was. Soon her head started lightly bobbing to the music, as the fingers of her free hand started thrumming lightly against her cheek to the beautiful classic melody.

Tony on the other hand still had a finger up in each of his ears, hearing the hum of his own voice reverberating against the inner walls of his ears. He had earlier rested his elbows on his knees and closed his eyes, twitching to his music. It was a weird sight to see. Ziva had actually suspected an itchy butt at first.

His arms soon got sore as he loosened his fingers from his ears, only to hear another voice humming with his own. He had stopped humming as he straightened his back, getting ready to turn his head. Ziva had swiftly released Tony's suit and kept quiet when he ended the humming and she felt his back stiffen.

Tony looked over his shoulder, letting out a yelp at the sudden close proximity of his partner. Ziva tried to contain a laugh, but spluttered "What?"

"You don't get to 'what' me! Since when did you sit down right behind me?" Tony asked as his hand laid over his chest, feeling a slightly sped up heartbeats.

He turned around fully, mirroring the position Ziva was in.

"A while." Ziva wiggled her eyebrows.

"Huh."

"You were too busy being a child to notice."

"I was not!"

"You were."

"I reject your statement."

"I object your rejection."

"I reject your objection to my rejection."

"I object your rejection to my objection of your rejection."

"I'm lost." Tony crossed his arms and frowned.

"Who is acting like a child now?"

"If I distinctly remember, you were humming along with me."

"So?"

"Why were you sitting behind me anyway?"

"Uhh-"

"You were trying to pull a ninja stunt on me, weren't ya?" Tony smiled proudly.

"Yes. Let us leave it at that." Ziva concluded convincingly.

"Nope that's not it." Tony tapped his lip with his finger as he pondered.

"If that is what you want to think, go ahead." Ziva dismissed with a wave of her hand.

She dragged her butt over to the adjacent wall, where she had her back against it. She pulled her legs up closer to her torso as she rested her chin in between. She rested her gaze on Tony's shoe just to make sure he wouldn't disappear and started humming to the song 'Running On Sunshine'. Tony's sharp ears picked up on the tune quite effortlessly as his face scrunched up comically.

"Running On Sunshine? Really?" Tony inquired incredulously.

Ziva's eyes drifted up to Tony's as she shrugged her shoulders. "It is my happy song."

"You have a happy song?" Tony raised a brow.

"Why not? My happy song takes my mind off things. Things like where we are."

Tony was about to rebut when Ziva continued pointedly. "And who I am stuck with." With that she resettled her gaze on Tony's shoe and continued her humming.

Tony was about to throw back a remark when he followed Ziva's line of vision."Why are you staring at my shoe?"

That sudden question successfully stumped Ziva. She felt embarrassment make its way throughout her being as she tried to tear her eyes away from his being. But she couldn't. What if he disappeared once she looked away? Being stuck with Tony was a little annoying, but it was better than being stuck alone. Like last time.

"Yoohoo. What's so fascinating about my shoes?" Tony asked again.

Ziva refused to open her mouth.

"Are you sleeping with your eyes open? I heard it's possible." Tony said as he bent his head over, lowering it till he was looking into Ziva's eyes.

"Does it look like I am sleeping?" Ziva deadpanned.

TBC

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