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: Thank you for the support on this it means a lot. Had a flood of alerts today that made me very happy when I was on break. Well time to see where things go… hehe... hope you like it, let me know ;)

"…Believe me here, you're my favourite friend…"

Meanwhile after her dream Ziva's mind was racing, without thinking about it Ziva had sprung out of her bed and pulled on a coat and shoes. She knew she needed to talk to Tony before she lost him. She thought it was odd that he had wanted to spend an evening with McGee instead of her, but now she realised that he might just need a break from her. She didn't like the idea that he needed a break because he might realise she was in her own way pushing him away. She was glad that he had kept denying her when they were together, because if they had taken their relationship there before she realised just how much he meant to her their friendship would have suffered, and might not have been able to be repaired.

She started her car and drove straight to Tony's knowing what she had to do to keep things moving forward between them. She was terrified that she would reveal her feelings to him and he would not feel the same. She also worried that he might not even be home, just because he said he was going to play poker with McGee that didn't mean that was what the men would do when that night played out. While she knew logically that they had probably spent an evening, drinking, gaming and eating copious amounts of meat, there was a part of her that realised they could have gone out to do just the same. What if in the state of mind he was in Tony picked up another woman? She knew he wouldn't take anyone to his place, but maybe because of the situation he would do something different that night.

She hoped she was wrong about him finding another woman, but she wouldn't blame him, after all he had been denying himself for a month, there was only so long a man could go without having sex. She could not ignore the fact that she knew just how turned on he was by her. As much as it was hard for her to go to bed each night after only a lot of making out, she knew it must have been painful for him. She had heard him a few times in the shower, but there was only so long that dealing with the situation yourself was satisifying, she should know. Even if he ended up with another woman that night she knew she couldn't get too mad because their relationship wasn't clear, and that was probably why he had stepped away that night.

Her mind began to wonder about how amazing he would be when they finally got to that point, she hoped she'd find out that night if he was there. She shuddered as her mind wondered and she knew she needed to see him if he wasn't home she would get the super to let her in and lay in his bed, waiting for him, to tell him what she had to tell him. She buzzed up to his apartment, hoping he would still be awake. It was only then that she realised that she was only wearing his shirt under the coat and started to feel a little embarrassed that she hadn't gotten changed first.

"Wha?" he groaned thru the intercom.

"Tony it is me, please let me in," she asked, glad to hear the door open, she went up to his apartment and he opened the door for her.

She could tell he'd been sleeping by the way was talking but was relieved he was home and willing to let her in. She could tell he was surprised that she was there when she saw him; he hadn't even pulled a robe over himself to cover his boxers. She tried not to stare at the bulge that had grown the moment he saw her, knowing that it would only distract her from what she was there to do.

The second the door was closed and locked, she curled up to him in a hug. He wrapped his arms around her without thinking about it, enjoying the feel of her in his arms. Their lips were soon exploring each other in the dim light of the apartment. It took him a moment to realise that he quickly falling into the same routine which he wanted to get away from. This woman could lead him off a cliff if she had any desire to, he was sure of it, but he needed to hold his ground. He needed to stop blurring the line between friendship and love.

"Ziva," he warned, his voice strained from exhaustion.

"Tony," she whispered, running her fingers along his jaw. "I – I love you." She gasped then went to pull away.

His heart began to beat faster when he heard those words. He knew it hadn't been easy for her to admit, but it was exactly what he needed to hear from her. He had known for a long time that he felt the same way. She looked so vulnerable and scared as she stood there, exposed by her words. He wanted to reassure her, but mostly he wanted to tell her he felt the same way; the proceed to the bedroom where he would do things to her that would ensure she would never want to take another lover.

He placed his hand on her hip to keep her there and he was glad when she didn't move. "I love you too," he told her his voice thick with emotion.

He pulled her closer to him then brushed his lips against hers softly. It didn't take long for the embrace to deepen, and he pushed the coat from her shoulders. He groaned when he saw her standing in front of him wearing only his shirt. He wondered what could have made her drive across the city dressed like that. He ran his hands down her back, stopping at her ass. She moaned softly and leaned into him, letting herself go and letting him know that he was in control. He pulled away for a moment, staring into her eyes, and then kissed her again.

"I think we have done enough of this," she whispered when she pulled away for air.

"I still think I'm dreaming," he explained, running his finger along her cheeks, then through her hair.

"This is no dream Tony. I am here, ready for wherever you would like to do to me. Are you ready for that?"

He nodded. "I am, but that doesn't mean I want to rush tonight. I hope you're ready for this because by the time I'm done with you you are not going to remember that any other man has ever made you come, and I don't want to remember any other woman in my life."

"You are very sure of yourself very special agent Anthony Dinozzo." She stared at him, surprised. "But you have been with many women."

"I have but I have never wanted any of them this close before," he explained, running his finger along her cheek. "You're different Ziva, you are the only woman I want to have in my space, in my own bed, screaming and begging or more."

"I feel the same about you Tony, but I do not want to talk about this tonight. I want you to make good on all of those promises you keep making."

"I will, you have no idea what you are signing up for super sexy agent Ziva David." He nodded. "But we'll talk about this?"

"We will." She kissed him softly and he gently led her toward the bedroom. "Right now I want to know what you can do."

When they got into the bedroom her sat down on the bed, and she moved to straddle him, her lips on his in a deep explorative kiss. He groaned happily running his hands up her back. There was a part of him that still didn't believe that his fantasy woman was really in his bed, ready to take their relationship to the next level, and it felt amazing.

End Part 7

Notes: I hope the pace of this works for everyone, nothing too explicit. I might do a companion fun piece but I don't think I'll have time