A/N: This is the sequel to my one-shot Almost. I was totally bored in class today and someone reviewed my last story and said I should right a sequel, anf here it it. This takes place six months after Almost.

Terror in the Night


There was a loud shot and Tony collapsed onto the ground next to the Charger. Ziva hurried over to him as McGee scanned the surrounding area, gun in hand. Ziva looked down at Tony, watching the blood stain the pavement, like Ari's blood had stained Gibbs's basement…

End Flashback

Ziva David sat up in bed suddenly, breathing heavily. Another nightmare had plagued her. They had started a few weeks after Tony's accident, and had not let up in the slightest. Ziva looked over at Tony, who was sleeping peacefully, completely oblivious to Ziva's restlessness. Her eyes wandered over the circular scar on Tony's left shoulder. It had been during hi stay in the hospital, six months ago, that they had confessed their love to each other. (With Gibbs's permission, of course!) Ever since, Ziva had been afraid of losing Tony, not that she showed it. She was constantly having nightmares, and whenever Tony went out for case without her, she worried obsessively, and had started spending time with Abby in her lab to keep calm. Ziva couldn't help but worry, she was afraid of losing someone else that she loved. First it was Tali with the suicide bomber, and then Ari, her brother, killed by her own hand. Ziva knew that if she lost Tony, there was no way she could keep it together.

Ziva sighed and looked at the clock, which showed four-thirty, which meant that she had gotten more sleep then she had last night. Ziva rolled out of bed, kissed Tony gently on the forehead, and headed to the bathroom. She tuned the water on, quickly shed her clothes, and stepped under the warm water. For a moment, she just stood there, letting the warm water roll off of her skin, relaxing her and melting her tension away. Twenty minutes later, Ziva stepped out of the shower, refreshed. She quickly wrapped herself into Tony's robe to keep the cold away and then quietly slipped back into the bedroom. She rifled through her drawer, found something suitable to wear to work and quickly dressed. Glancing at the clock, she saw that it was ten after five and Gibbs wanted them at the office by seven, which meant it was time to wake up Tony.

"Time to get up, my little hairy butt," Ziva whispered into his ear, using the nickname that she had given him during their undercover stint as a married couple. Tony mumbled something unintelligible, but rolled out of bed.

"Morning, Zee-vah," Tony said, drawing out her name, which he did when he was irritated. Ziva just smiled, she knew that by the time he was out of the shower, his mood would be much improved.


Tony stood under the hot water in the shower, muttering Italian expletives under his breath. His shoulder was aching, which meant rain was on the way. He cursed again, muttering how he was turning into Gibbs. When he stepped out of the shower, he opened the medicine cabinet above the sink and pulled out his pain pills. Two in the morning and two at night, probably for the rest of his life. He entered the bedroom and got dressed as his listened to the sounds of Ziva making breakfast in the kitchen. At the thought of Ziva, a smile crossed his face. They had gotten together in the aftermath of the shooting. NCIS had never found the shooter, even after extensive searching of the area. Abby, however, had kept the slug that the doctors pulled out of his shoulder, just in case they ever got a match. Tony finished buttoning his shirt and headed to the kitchen where he found Ziva making eggs. He slipped his arms around her waist and kissed the nape of her neck, which was left exposed by her ponytail.

"Mmm… morning, Tony," Ziva said, turning in his arms to face him.

"Morning, Ziva," Tony answered. This time Tony kissed her on the lips. They stayed lip-locked for a moment, before Ziva broke away to check the eggs.

"How did you sleep?" Tony asked, sitting down at the kitchen table.

"Fine, you?" Ziva lied, avoiding Tony's eyes.

"Good, are you sure you slept well? I could have sworn I heard you tossing and turning," Tony casually observed as Ziva sat a plate of eggs in front of him.

"I was fine," Ziva insisted. Tony eyed her for a moment, but then turned his attention to the plate of eggs in front of him. Ziva rolled her eyes and sipped her coffee, she wasn't really hungry, and the nightmare must have affected her appetite.

Thirty minutes later, Tony and Ziva arrived at NCIS headquarters, where they found Gibbs already at work.

"Morning, DiNozzo, David," Gibbs said, acknowledging their arrival. McGee came in a few moments after Tony and Ziva had settled at their desks.

"Probie," DiNozzo exclaimed when he saw McGee walk in the door.

"Tony," McGee said, nodding his head in Tony's direction.

"What did you do last night, Probie, play elf lord again?" Tony said.

"No, for your information, I had a date last night," McGee answered as he sat at his desk.

"Was she blind, McGee? Cause she had to have been to go out with you," Tony goaded.

"DiNozzo!" Gibbs said, ending the inquisition.

"Sorry, Boss," Tony muttered, and winced as he rolled his shoulder. Gibbs noticed this and watched Tony out of the corner of his eye as it happened again.

"DiNozzo," Gibbs said.

"What, Boss? I didn't do anything this time," Tony replied indignantly.

"Go down and see Ducky, Have him take a look at your shoulder," Gibbs said.

"It's fine, Boss, it's just going to rain today," Tony said, looking worriedly at Ziva and watching for her reaction to Gibbs sending him to see Ducky.

"That wasn't an order, DiNozzo," Gibbs said, giving him the famous Gibbs stare.

"On it, Boss," Tony said, standing and heading towards the elevator. On his way past Ziva, he brushed her shoulder. It was their private way of telling each other they were okay. Only, Ziva wasn't letting on that she wasn't okay.

A/N: So did you like it? Please review and leave me your thoughts. And FYI: They are at Tony's apartment in the beginning of the scene, in case you didn't catch that.