Music Therapy

She padded across the floor in her bare feet, her oversized t-shirt gently knocking against her knees. She considered her choices carefully. Normally at the end of the day she liked listening to classical, but today had been a rough day. She finally picked a CD case off of the shelf and slotted the disc into the CD player and then retreated to the couch with her glass of wine. She closed her eyes and sipped her wine slowly, letting the heavy metal beat fill the corners of her mind. She then began to nod her head in time with the music, simply forgetting all that had transpired that day.

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He arrived home and threw his Sig and badge onto his hallway table. He felt like yelling, but knew that his neighbors would protest the noise. Instead, he headed to the kitchen and popped the top off of a beer. Then he went into his bedroom and picked up his iPod, a gift from Abby. He moved his thumb in a circle, scrolling through his options. Normally, he would listen to jazz, but tonight was different. He needed something distracting. Finally choosing a song, he hooked the iPod up to his stereo and cranked the volume loud enough so he would be able to hear it over the noise of the shower. Then, accompanied by his beer, he stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash away all of the day’s events. He too, closed his eyes and let the beat take him away.

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Later, he arrived at her door and heard the loud music. He knew that if he knocked there was no way she would hear. He tested the door knob and was surprised to find it unlocked. He walked in and immediately went for the stereo and turned it down. When he did that, her eyes popped open.

“Oh, you scared me.”

“Sorry, I didn’t think you would have heard me if I knocked.”

“Oh, was it really that loud?”

“Yeah, I heard it all the way down at the end of the hallway.”

“Oopps,” she said giggling. He sat down next to her on the couch and wrapped her in his arms.

“So was today as rough on you as it was on me?” he asked as he took a sip from her wine glass.

“You have no idea,” she replied, snatching the glass away from his hand.

“I figured as much, I liked your music choice.”

“Evanescence, my bad day therapy.”

“I personally prefer My Chemical Romance.”

“I’ve always liked listening to music after a hard day. It’s like free therapy.”

“I feel the same way. It was my escape when I was younger.” He stopped talking and watched her with steady eyes.

“I love you,” he whispered, causing her to smile.

“Well, that is certainly better than music,” she said and then pressed her lips to his.

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A/N: So, random little one shot. It’s about Ziva and Tony, but I guess you could place anyone in their positions. REVIEW!!