Title: Favourite Friend
Author: Trista Groulx aka dustytiger
Rating: T (same as the show, nothing explicitly naughty)
Disclaimer: I am an unmotived beauty consultant and frazzled barista who does not own NCIS, it belong to its creator, network, writers, actors, actresses and other people who bring it to life weekly, I make no money from having fun with these characters, just some much needed sanity. I also do not own the song which helped this fic to grow it belongs to Katie Rox, and likely SOCAN.
Summary: Tony goes to pick up Ziva from the airport after she buries her father, but she doesn't want to go home.
Notes: This part was inspired by the too short part in Shiva where Ziva has a nightmare. This is what should have happened hehe…
Thank you for the support on this so far, yes, I really do update daily so long as ff doesn't get glitchy.
I know the chapters in this fic a little short, but it's how it fit when I wrote it... enjoy!

"…It creates a certain melody, But crooked lines and crooked smiles…"

Dinozzo woke up a few hours later hearing sounds coming from his room. As much as he didn't want to invade Ziva's privacy he wanted to be a good friend. He couldn't ignore the fact that she was in pain. He went into the bedroom quietly, and sat at the edge of the bed, waiting for her to tell him to leave. She looked up at him, and it was only then it fully registered she had been crying; and even though she thought he was asleep she'd been trying to hide it. She then crawled into his arms, shocking him. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her. For a moment she tensed, realising that she was in his arms, then relaxed into the embrace. He was sure at any time she would wake up fully and kick him out of the room. He was afraid to say anything to her, and to reassure her he ran his fingers along her cheek.

"I am still mad at him Tony," she explained after a few long minutes of silence. "I miss him, but that does not change the fact he lied to me. His being dead does not change anything that he did in life and still I am crying over him!"

"He might have made mistakes but he was still your father. You still needed him."

"That is illogical Tony."

"Of course it is. Nothing with your father is cut and dry, but you are allowed to hurt for losing your father while still being mad at the Mossad part of him which made it so hard for you to have a decent relationship with him. You need to let it out Ziva, I keep telling you I'm here for you."

"I do not know what else to say. I am angry that the last thing I said to my father was so hurtful, but I cannot forgive him for what he did."

"I know," he assured her, kissing her forehead. "I'm here whatever you need just tell me."

"This is good right now."

He nodded to let her know he wasn't going anywhere. She took a deep breath relaxing into him not moving from his arms for a long time. Dinozzo was sure she had fallen asleep, and went to get up, to give her privacy but she pulled him back toward her. He was surprised but stayed where he was taking enjoying being able to be so close to her. As close as they had become Ziva was not the kind of woman who often needed human contact like this, but after everything that had happened there was only one person she wanted to have support her. There was something right about getting closer to him. Being like this was making her feel better about everything, and she wanted to explore their relationship further. Something inside of her knew it was the right thing to do, to finally change their relationship from just friends.

He was shocked when he felt her lips brush against his. For a moment he was sure he was dreaming there were so many times he imagined what it would feel like to kiss her. When he felt her tongue brush his lips he knew this was real, in his fantasies he was always the one in control. None of his fantasises did her justice. Feeling her soft lips on his, the determination in her kisses was intoxicating. She tasted like nothing he had ever experience before, and he knew he was addicted. She smelled sweet like apples and he wanted nothing more than to taste her skin, but didn't dare make the move. At any point they could come tumbling back to reality and he wasn't going to be the one to end this surreal, much awaited moment.

He was starting to feel like he was in high school again it had been so long since he had gone this long only kissing a woman, but it felt right with her. Their kisses were getting more frenzied as the minutes passed. They would pull away from each other for air but would be drawn right back to each other. There was a part of him that was yelling at him, begging him to take the next step, his hands were so close to her chest, it wouldn't take much to finally cop a feel but he fought those primal urges. He groaned when she moved to sit in his lap wrapping her legs around him, her hands slipping down his back teasingly slow.

"Ziva," he whispered, pulling away, and running his hands across her cheeks. "Slow down."

"Why, do you not want this?" she asked him running her fingers down his chest.

He took her hand to stop her. "You have no idea how much I want you," his voice low and a little strained.

She moved suckle on the pulse point on his neck, he moaned softly, letting go of her hand, letting it slide dangerously lower. His hands seemed to take on a life of their own and he ran his hand up her shirt. He wondered how soft her skin was underneath. His mind was racing. Her lips were surreal, he had never been with a woman who could turn him on like so quickly. He was glad he wasn't in a position where she could feel just how excited he was about this new turn in their relationship

"Wow," he groaned, almost letting himself give in. "Wait, Ziva, wait."

She pulled away from him, glaring. "I know we do not have a lot of space here but we can make it work."

"I know we could, but we should wait. I always rush into sex and it always ends the same. I can't risk that with you. I'm sorry." He got out of the bed slowly.

She didn't stop him this time, and something inside of him was yelling at him; telling him to get back into that bed with the woman who had been the star of so many of his fantasies for so long, it was time to make them a reality. He knew he couldn't, not yet. She was still hurting and they would both be making and repeating past mistakes. He went back toward the living room, lingering at the door for a long moment watching her.

"Tony?" she whispered, causing him to go back to her side. "There is enough room for you."

"Ziva, I…" he tried to reason, he needed to wait he needed to make the right choice this time.

She looked up at him, there was something in her eyes which was different from anything he'd seen before. Ziva had finally decided to let him in fully, even if she could be hurt, and she needed to have him close. Since her father was killed she had been having nightmares, and she didn't want to have to face them alone anymore.

"I do not want to be alone anymore," she told him. "I understand that you want to wait but I cannot be alone tonight. Please Tony stay with me."

He nodded. "Sure."

He got into the bed slowly still not believing she wanted him there. Within seconds of him getting into the bed with her she moved to rest her head on his chest. He smiled, wrapped his arm around her, kissing the top of her head. Within moments she was asleep, while he laid there awake, trying to shut his brain off. He couldn't believe he was actually in his own bed with Ziva and there was nowhere else he wanted to be. He also knew that the next day he would not be able to tell anyone what had happened. For the first time in a long time he was regretting his choice in beds. As amazing as it felt to be next to her he knew it would feel even better if he wasn't afraid to fall out of the bed.

End Part 2

Notes: It would be a little cramped but I think it could work hehe.. let me know what you think :D