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 as always for all the support on this. So what happens the morning after hehe… also Gibbs is coming soon so be warned… Hopefully I will find some time to write a quick M rated companion piece for this, but no promises kids. Enjoy.

"...Nothing needs explaining You have got a way with me..."

The next morning Dinozzo woke up, a smile still plastered on his face, a part of him wanted to wake the woman sleeping next to him. He watched her for a moment, knowing she was under the sheets completely naked but he stood up instead, pulling his robe around him, before going into the kitchen. He opened his refrigerator and saw that he had eggs and bread. He decided to make French toast, and started a pot of coffee. He was almost done making breakfast when two arms wrapped around him.

"Morning," he whispered.

"Morning," she replied.

He turned around and saw she was once again wearing his shirt, although this time he could tell she wasn't wearing anything beneath it. He smiled at her then kissed her softly. There was still a part of him that was sure he was going to wake up from an amazing vivid dream. He had often heard people talking at weddings about falling in love with their best friends, but he had never believed it before. Now he fully understood those statements. There was something very unique about their friendship. He had only ever been just close friends with one other woman, and he was glad he didn't let this fall through his fingers as well.

He put his hands on her hips, and she smiled at before his lips captured hers. As they embraced his mind stopped for a moment, and he realised he had never felt so focused when he was with anyone else. Usually his mind would wonder, think about movies, usually lame love scenes but with Ziva for that first moment every time his lips touched hers his mind went momentarily blank.

"I hope you like French toast," he told her, when he pulled away from the kiss.

"I do, yes," she assured him.

"It's almost ready, why don't you sit down?"

She nodded and sat down at the table, her legs crossed. As he watched her he was starting to regret having already started to cook their meal, because all he wanted to was strip that shirt off of her and have what he was sure would be great morning sex with her right there on the kitchen chair. His mind began to float away, picturing her in throes of an orgasm on that chair. The smell of the food brought him back to reality, he could make that fantasy come true another time.

Tony had to focus on not burning their breakfast, but couldn't help but peak at her exposed legs. He went to the table and gave her a mug filled with coffee. He flipped the bread that was in the pan, having a sip of his own coffee as he did. A few minutes later he brought her over a plate, and moments later he joined her with his own breakfast. After taking a few bites of his food he looked up at her.

"Why did you come over last night?" he asked.

"I missed you," she told him with a shrug.

"Ziva you were in a coat, a pair of shoes, and one of my shirts."

"Do not laugh at me," she warned him feeling suddenly nervous.

He took her hand. "I won't."

"I had a dream," she admitted.

"A dream, what kind of dream?" he asked with a knowing grin.

As much as she knew he had grown since she first met him there was still a part of him that would always be the same. As much as she had found it annoying at first, it was something that had grown on her. She wished in a way that she had had that kind of dream, but him thinking that made telling him about what she had really dreamed that much easier.

"Tony you will never change!" she laughed. "Not that kind of a dream. I had a dream about- that I talked to my father," she explained. "I don't know if it was a dream exactly. It was odd and real, but he told me I should look at the man who had been supporting me while I have been home. When I woke up I needed to see you and tell you how I felt. I did not even realise I was still in my pajamas until I got here."

"You consider my shirt pajamas?"

Her cheeks turned slightly red. "When you are not there, yes, I cannot always wear those night gowns you like so much."

He laughed. "Ziva you could wear a floor length parka and all you would need to do is smile and I'd be turned on. It's not what you're wearing it's who's wearing it."

She shook her head. "Tony you are too much."

"But you love me."

"I do love you, it is a good thing I do."

He stood up and kissed her softly. "And I love you."

She wrapped her arms around him. "Tonight can we go to my place?"

"That's a good idea," he assured her, running his fingers along her cheek. "Do you want to tell everyone about this?"

She shook her head. "Not yet. It is too nice to have this all for just us. I do not like to keep secrets but I like this being something only we know about."

"Is that why you act the way you do at work?"

She nodded. "I know that it is hard, but I am not ready yet Tony, do you understand?"

"I do now that you've told me."

She ran her fingers through his hair. "I am not good at any of this, I am sorry. I will talk to you from now on."

"I will as well, this is all new to me too," he assured her.

"We will learn together."

"I'd like that."

"Now I think we should get what you will need from here and go back to my place."

"There are a lot of things I could do to you in that huge bed you have."

She kissed him sloppily. "I look forward to that."

He cleaned up quickly, making sure he turned off the coffee maker, and packed an overnight bag with what he would need, and a few movies. They left the apartment a little while later, hand in hand. When they got to the elevator he looked around, and kissed her softly. She kissed him back for a moment but pulled away, putting her hand on his chest to stop him, and tell him she wasn't completely comfortable with where this was going where they were, but promising she would make it up to him when they got to her apartment.

End Part 8

Notes: So yeah, the next part is a Gibbs part… so 'ya know… Also let me know if you're liking this heart